320: Chapter 320: The Final Chapter - Reincarnation!

The blood-colored sky seemed to be burning under the combined flames and blood mist, and the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth had already condensed into substance.

Rolling waves of blood churned endlessly, and crimson lightning slashed across the Void Realm, tearing through layers of space and revealing billions of ghostly shadows roaring and screeching.

Jiang Lan stood atop the shattered clouds, his long hair dancing wildly. Within his eyes, those three tadpole-shaped blood spots were like living creatures, slowly rotating and emitting an eerie aura capable of distorting light.

At that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and everything between heaven and earth stood still.

He slowly raised his head, looking indifferently at the boundless battlefield of Asura beneath his feet.

The thousand-foot Immortal Fox bowed its head in submission, and over three hundred thousand Cultivators of the Demon Spirit Sect had long since knelt like a tide, as uniform as statues, calling out in unison:

"Welcome, God Emperor! Descent into the Demon Spirit Realm!"

The wave of sound was like rolling thunder, shattering mountains and rivers.

Endless, milky-white Power Of Faith surged from between their brows, turning into billions of streams of light that coalesced into an Immortal Dragon that covered the sky and obscured the sun.

The Dragon's roar pierced the firmament, loud enough to shatter the myriad realms.

The Immortal Dragon opened its giant maw and fiercely crashed into the space between Jiang Lan's brows.

Boom!!!

Heaven and earth collapsed, light and darkness intertwined, and space-time was completely distorted at this moment.

Jiang Lan's body turned into billions of points of light. He could clearly feel his blood, Soul, and consciousness being infinitely magnified, deconstructed, and reorganized.

"Is this... the price of becoming a God Emperor?"

His voice was low, yet it seemed to be swallowed by the Void Realm, with no echo to be heard.

His consciousness was pulled into a piece of Chaos.

No color, no time.

Only himself—an existence that had died countless times and been reborn countless times.

He saw the reflections of his eight lives.

In the first life, he was a Mortal youth, unarmed, yet he vowed to cultivate for Immortal Ascension.

In the second life, he fell into the Demonic Path, slaughtering all the evil spirits in the world just to protect his long-dead childhood sweetheart.

In the third life, he was betrayed by his sect and fought alone through the Nine Provinces in a bloody battle.

In the fourth life, he used his body as an array to suppress a million demonic Souls.

In the fifth life, he attained the Dao and ascended to the heavens, yet shed tears in the clouds.

In the sixth life, he lost his memory and Reincarnation turned him into a Mortal.

In the seventh life, he regained control of the Void Realm and created the position of Heavenly Emperor.

The eighth life—he is the current Jiang Lan, slaughtering ten thousand sects, his blood staining the Nine Heavens.

"So, every step I took was already arranged."

Suddenly, from the depths of the Void Realm, a gentle yet familiar voice echoed.

"Jiang Lan, it is time to wake up."

That voice, carrying incomparable warmth, pierced through the endless space-time.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Before his eyes was no longer the world of mountains and rivers, but a silver-white laboratory.

The air was filled with the cold smell of disinfectant and the scent of metal.

Rows of precision spiritual energy instruments flickered with blue light, and the walls were covered with complex energy array patterns.

Beneath him was a translucent alloy bed, surrounded by dozens of spiritual energy monitoring spheres emitting a low hum.

Jiang Lan reached out subconsciously, only to find his body shrouded in a pale golden energy barrier.

With a slight tremor, he released his aura, and the entire laboratory shook violently in response.

Countless runes flashed with red alarm lights.

"Jiang Lan, calm down."

A voice came.

It was a middle-aged man wearing silver-rimmed glasses, dressed in a white lab coat, with a calm expression.

Standing beside him was a woman with gentle eyes, also wearing a white lab coat, her eyes filled with tears.

Jiang Lan was stunned, his throat feeling as if something was stuck: "Dad... Mom?"

The man smiled slightly, his glasses reflecting a faint light.

"Silly child, we have never left you. Everything you experienced was just a simulation in the 'Reincarnation experiment'."

"Reincarnation... experiment?" Jiang Lan muttered, repeating the words.

The woman stepped forward, gently touching the energy barrier, and said softly:

"Yes. Eight Reincarnations, just to let you recast your Soul and Breakthrough the boundary between divinity and humanity. You are our child, and also the core of the 'Human Nine Lives Project'."

Jiang Lan's pupils contracted sharply. In his mind, memories intertwined and flashed.

The Great War of the Primordial Era, the battle between gods and demons, the blood-colored Void Realm, the collapse of the Nine Realms...

Those memories flickered near and far, as if they had been deliberately pieced together.

"So, those worlds... were not real?"

"That was your mental cultivation space," the man explained slowly. "Only by experiencing eight lives of Reincarnation could we awaken the 'Original Consciousness' within you—your true power."

"Then... what about the ninth life?" Jiang Lan raised his head, his voice low and hoarse.

The man and woman looked at each other, their expressions complex.

"The ninth life is not in the experiment." The woman's voice trembled slightly.

"That is... the real world."

She turned and touched the console.

The energy cabin wall in the center of the laboratory slowly separated, and a circular golden gate of light suddenly appeared.

Inside that gate of light was a vast galaxy, shattered continents, and countless floating energy fragments.

Every star was beating with the rhythm of a heart.

"Jiang Lan, you have completed the trials of the previous eight lives."

"Next, you will step into the real ninth life, return to the starting point, and reshape destiny."

Jiang Lan looked at that door and remained silent for a long time.

He thought of the enemies he had killed, thought of Qian Luo, thought of the Nine-Tailed Immortal Fox, and thought of the countless Souls who had fallen before him.

His heart suddenly ached a little.

"Then what about them? Those people... was their existence also fake?"

The woman's eyes were gentle yet sad.

"They are not fake; they are fragments of your Soul. You saved them, and you killed them—they are all within you, becoming a part of you."

Jiang Lan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Tears slid down his cheeks, but he wiped them away forcefully.

"Then in this life, I do not want to be arranged again."

The man was slightly taken aback, then smiled: "That is exactly the result we hoped to see. True Awakening is not obedience, but choice."

The light of the golden gate became increasingly dazzling.

Jiang Lan stepped forward and got off the energy bed. His footsteps echoed in the laboratory, as steady as war drums.

With every step he took, his aura grew stronger by a fraction, and ripples of spiritual light rose from the hem of his clothes.

When he stood before the gate of light, the runes of the entire experimental base resonated with it, and the air seemed to burn.

"Go, Jiang Lan," the woman said softly.

"Behind this door is an unknown Universe. There is no script there, no arrangements. Only yourself."

Jiang Lan turned around and looked at the two of them with gentle eyes.

"Thank you... for granting me eight lives of life and death."

The man nodded slightly, his voice low and firm:

"Go and fulfill the destiny you are meant to fulfill—the God Emperor of the ninth life."

Jiang Lan smiled, his back straight.

He stepped into the gate of light.

Boom—!

Countless starlight exploded, and the golden light swallowed the entire laboratory.

The air suddenly solidified, and time stood still.

Everything returned to silence.

But at the end of that silence, a low and firm voice slowly sounded—

"Eight lives spent on worldly affairs, this life... I alone am Emperor."

The light gradually dimmed, and the laboratory instruments turned off one by one.

Only that golden gate of light slowly closed in the silent Universe.

Only the two doctors remained, standing quietly, their gazes piercing through the Void Realm, watching that unknown world in the distance.

The woman spoke softly, a murmuring whisper:

"He is gone... but he will eventually return."

The man looked up at the dark Universe, pushed his glasses slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"On that day, the Nine Realms will tremble once again."