Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System

Wen Ran and Xiao Mo moved swiftly, their steps light and calculated. The fog, thick and unnerving, clung to the air like a living thing, almost suffocating in its oppressive presence. The journey ahead weighed on Wen Ran's mind, but he couldn't afford to linger. The chaos he had just unleashed was a taboo, a crime against the very fabric of his world, and soon, the consequences would find him. The weight of what he had done gnawed at his chest, but he didn't dare let it slow him down. His master would not spare him—he knew that.

But even though the shadows of impending punishment loomed large, Wen Ran couldn't afford hesitation. He didn't care about returning to the sect anymore. The world had no place for him, not after the slaughter. No matter how well it was hidden, no matter how carefully he walked, the stench of death would follow him. Yet, in this moment, all he could focus on was getting away, moving quickly, hoping for a reprieve before the storm hit.

Even if nobody else knows, Wen Ran thought bitterly, my master will understand. He will know it was me who raised my blade against those who had no power to defend themselves. There are no accidents in this. If you kill innocents, you do it with intent or with indifference. There is no middle ground.

Beside him, Xiao Mo moved quietly, her small white fur almost blending into the misty landscape. Wen Ran glanced at her briefly, feeling the same unsettling emptiness settle in his chest. The rabbit, despite her innocence, was far too gone, already touched by the same darkness that was slowly enveloping him.

The fog grew thicker as they walked, but ahead, a faint outline appeared through the haze—ruins, ancient and forgotten. There was something pulling at him from that direction, a calling so strong that it seemed like the system itself was guiding his every step. The entrance to the ruins was obscured by overgrown vines, twisted and knotted, as though nature itself sought to hide it from the world. If it hadn't been for that strange, compelling feeling, Wen Ran would have passed right by.

He stepped forward cautiously, his boots sinking into the soft, wet earth beneath him. The world around him was quiet, but not still—the sound of distant water trickling down the slopes of the mountains, the faint rustling of leaves, and the creaking of long-dead trees filled the air. Yet in the moment he approached the entrance, everything felt too still. The air seemed to freeze, pressing in on him from all sides, thick with an ancient, almost palpable weight.

He stepped inside, and the darkness enveloped him. The cave's entrance looked ordinary enough—just a simple, nondescript mouth in the rock—but once he passed through, it became clear this was no ordinary place. It was as though the cave itself was holding its breath, waiting for him to enter, beckoning him deeper into its embrace. The walls were smooth, their surfaces gleaming faintly in the low light, as though polished by time and power beyond mortal understanding.

Wen Ran moved forward, but as he did, something began to change. There was a subtle shift in the air, a distortion that tugged at the edges of his consciousness. The temperature dropped sharply, and he could feel the hairs on his skin prickle with a kind of eerie energy, one that felt ancient, forgotten, and far too powerful.

What is this? Wen Ran thought, his pulse quickening. This place… it's not like any cave I've been in before.

Just as he was about to crash into the cold, unyielding rock of the cave wall, something unexpected happened. A sensation—a ripple of energy, like a whispering breeze passing under his skin—passed through him. It was subtle, fleeting, but so profoundly alien that it made his stomach turn. It was as though something had brushed against his very soul, something that was there, but not quite. Something that shouldn't be.

This place... Wen Ran thought, his mind whirling. It was made by a god. There's no other explanation.

Anger flared up within him, hot and dangerous, but it was quickly smothered by his iron will. It's not the time for me to lose my mind over some trash gods, he reminded himself. The power here, the divinity that seemed to hum in the air, didn't change the fact that he needed to focus. Even if this domain was built by a god, it doesn't mean there's one here now. It could have been made by a powerful expert, someone who was meant to become a god. Maybe that's why it feels… divine. Why it feels like something I'm not meant to be near.

He clenched his fists, pushing forward, his resolve hardening. It doesn't matter who built it. What matters is what it can give me. I will use it. No god, no expert, no force can stop me from taking what I need to reclaim my lost power.

The walls of the cave stretched endlessly ahead, as though the deeper he went, the further he was from the world he knew. The air thickened as he moved, the strange energy wrapping around him tighter with each step, as if the place was trying to consume him, to absorb him into its history. The path ahead was veiled in mystery, and though the feeling of divinity surged, Wen Ran remained focused. The system's guiding pull still tugged at him, urging him to move forward.

As they continued, the weight of the cave pressed in on him, suffocating, yet strangely invigorating. The walls, slick with moisture, reflected faint shadows that twisted like ghosts in the dim light. The deeper they ventured, the stronger the pull became, guiding him toward the heart of this forgotten place. The only thing that was certain was that this was no ordinary ruin. It was a place lost to time, built with powers long faded, and yet something here still thrummed with ancient might.

Wen Ran's determination flared, a cold fire in his chest. He would find what lay hidden here, whatever it was. It didn't matter if the system had guided him here—it only mattered that he had to continue. He had come too far to turn back now.