Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1288: The Small World

His face was filled with sheer horror, as if he had just witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world.

After a moment, he scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he ran off to report the situation.

Moments later, a man draped entirely in a black robe entered the room.

A demonic mask concealed his face, and his aura was so heavy that it was almost undetectable—only the faintest fluctuation occurred as he stepped inside.

The gatekeeper followed behind him, still trembling.

"Interesting... We sent out half our forces, yet so many have been wiped out? And the rest are on the brink of death?"

Although the man spoke of amusement, only he—perhaps the gatekeeper as well—knew what he was truly thinking.

The gatekeeper was stunned.

The leader... was laughing?

However, given the circumstances, it wasn’t surprising.

The gatekeeper had never imagined that the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth, after deploying nearly its entire force, would suffer such devastation.

Losing a few people was one thing—after all, Pleiadian Ascendancy was indeed formidable.

However, what had happened to Mr. Layyan?

His nameplate was now so dim that it was on the verge of vanishing, meaning he could die at any moment.

"Sir, what happened to Mr. Layyan?" the gatekeeper asked, his voice trembling with fear.

Beneath his mask, the man’s expression was terrifying.

Fortunately, the gatekeeper couldn’t see it—otherwise, he might have lost the ability to stand altogether.

"Layyan is one of the top three Heaven-rank cultist. Unless that old bastard made a move personally, not even Pleiadian Ascendancy’s Second Elder or Third Elder could have injured him this severely."

The room’s oppressive atmosphere grew even heavier as the man let out a low, chilling laugh.

"There’s only one explanation—did that old ghost really make a move? No... he shouldn’t be able to act right now."

With that, the man turned around and walked away.

The gatekeeper who is still kneeling on one knee, sighed in relief, thinking the lord was finally leaving.

The next second, his body suddenly exploded, and he died instantly.

Meanwhile, inside the small world, the Three Reaper Brothers suddenly found themselves in a bizarre realm.

Although they are all shocked, they quickly calmed down upon realizing that there was no immediate danger.

Before long, they discovered a city nearby.

The city was teeming with life.

Even from a hundred miles away, they could sense its vitality.

The sensation was so real that it didn’t feel like a fabricated world at all.

The triplets decided to head toward the town and capture a few people to interrogate them.

It only took them half an hour to cross the hundred-mile distance.

As they approached, the sound of laughter and chatter in the town became even more pronounced.

However, the moment they got closer, they made a shocking discovery—every single person in the town, from adults to children, was a cultivator.

"How is this possible?" The triplets were dumbfounded.

Even in the Pleiades Star System, such a phenomenon was unheard of.

If it were truly achievable, the Crimson Moon Dynasty would have long since become an empire of cultivators, and alien threats would never have been a serious concern.

High-dimensional universes?

So what?

In the face of absolute strength, technology alone was not enough.

"Big brother, something is strange here. Everyone can cultivate—are we trapped in an illusion?"

The eldest of the triplets narrowed his eyes and walked toward a child.

The child had already noticed their presence.

These three were unfamiliar and definitely not from the city, let alone from the small house.

This child was Javier.

He visited the city once a month to help answer people’s cultivation questions—a task entrusted to him by Amalia.

With Wealth guiding him in his cultivation, Javier progressed much faster than the others in the city.

At just over ten years old, he was already ahead of everyone.

Helping others with their cultivation questions was effortless for him.

However, the aura of the triplets made him uncomfortable.

His instincts told him that these three were dangerous, so he watched them warily as one of them approached.

"Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?" Javier demanded, unleashing his aura without hesitation.

The triplets were even more shocked—this child was barely ten years old, yet he had already reached the second level of Qi Gathering?

They had lived for many years, yet at his age, they hadn’t even known how to absorb spiritual energy.

"Big brother, there’s something strange about this child. Capture him! If we can learn his cultivation method, we might..." The two younger brothers looked at him with greedy eyes.

The eldest triplet no longer hesitated.

He reached out a large hand to seize Javier.

Javier immediately felt an overwhelming pressure that left him gasping for air.

Just as the triplet’s hand was about to grab him, it suddenly froze in midair.

His entire body was immobilized, with only his eyes flickering in slight movement.

"Big brother?" The two younger brothers, seeing him motionless, thought he had spotted something unusual.

At that moment, Amalia and Kenny Lin appeared behind them.

Javier, who had been trembling in fear, instantly brightened upon seeing them.

"Ms. Immortal!"

"Did they scare you?" Amalia asked with a slight nod.

"I’m not afraid." Javier beamed at them.

"Go back now. We’ll take care of these people." Amalia walked over and patted his head.

"Yes, Ms. Immortal." Javier, reassured, left without a second thought.

"Why did you put them here?" Kenny Lin asked in surprise.

"I didn’t. I left them at the foot of the small house’s mountain. Looks like Wealth is stirring up trouble again." Amalia sighed, rubbing her forehead.

The triplets remained frozen, their eyes filled with sheer terror.

They had noticed the bloodied, mangled figure of Mr. Layyan, whom Kenny Lin had tossed aside like a rag.

Even Mr. Layyan had ended up in such a pitiful state—how could they, who were far weaker than him, stand a chance?

Amalia dragged them back toward the small house.