Inside the tiny world, far beyond the floating islands of the Silent Sword Sect, there existed another terrifying place.

The Blood Soul Sect.

Unlike the calm blue spiritual mountains of orthodox immortal sects, the territory of the Blood Soul Sect looked horrifyingly sinister. The skies above their lands were permanently stained dark crimson as though blood had soaked the heavens themselves. Massive mountains filled with countless holes towered across the landscape, and within those holes were caves glowing with red light like giant beast eyes staring endlessly into the darkness.

Rivers of blood slowly flowed throughout the sect grounds.

Some rivers were real blood.

Others were formed through condensed demonic Qi.

Countless corpses floated within them endlessly.

Above the rivers, enormous black bridges stretched from mountain to mountain while chains filled with human skulls hung beneath them and swayed continuously whenever cold winds passed through.

The smell throughout the sect was horrifying.

Blood.

Rotting flesh.

Burned corpses.

Medicinal herbs.

And strange incense that smelled sweet yet rotten at the same time.

Everywhere throughout the Blood Soul Sect, demonic cultivators trained viciously.

Some fought one another to the death openly.

Some sat within pools of blood while absorbing spiritual Qi from corpses.

Others refined human souls inside black cauldrons while agonized screams endlessly echoed throughout the mountains.

This was not an orthodox sect.

This was a place where cruelty itself became law.

At the center of the Blood Soul Sect stood an enormous dark red palace made entirely from unknown black stone. Massive demonic beast skeletons decorated the outer walls while rivers of blood flowed beneath the palace foundations continuously.

Inside the palace courtyard, a demonic immortal master currently stood before a group of kneeling disciples.

The man wore crimson robes embroidered with golden skull patterns. His long black hair flowed wildly behind him while horrifying spiritual pressure naturally leaked from his body continuously.

In one hand—

He held a young demonic cultivator by the neck.

The disciple desperately clawed against the immortal master’s arm while choking violently.

Meanwhile, the demonic immortal master calmly continued teaching the surrounding disciples as though nothing unusual was happening.

"When dealing with the Silent Sword Sect disciples..."

His voice echoed heavily throughout the courtyard.

"...show absolutely no mercy."

The surrounding disciples immediately lowered their heads respectfully.

"Yes, Elder!"

The demonic immortal master slowly tightened his grip around the disciple’s neck.

Crack.

The disciple’s eyes widened painfully.

"Orthodox cultivators..."

The elder sneered coldly.

"...are the easiest prey in this world because they foolishly value compassion."

Crack.

The disciple struggled harder.

The surrounding disciples trembled slightly but none dared interrupt.

The elder calmly continued speaking.

"They protect the weak."

"They hesitate."

"They care about honor."

A cruel smile slowly appeared across his face.

"And that is precisely why they deserve extinction."

Crack!

The disciple’s neck slowly twisted unnaturally.

Still—

The elder continued teaching calmly.

"If you encounter women from the Silent Sword Sect, capture them alive first."

Several disciples immediately smirked afterward.

"Yes, Elder."

The elder continued coldly.

"Break their wills."

"Destroy their dignity."

"Force them into despair before death."

The surrounding disciples nodded repeatedly.

Meanwhile, the disciple in the elder’s grasp slowly stopped struggling entirely.

Then—

Crack!

The elder casually snapped his neck completely before tossing the corpse aside like trash.

The dead disciple crashed heavily against the courtyard floor.

Yet none of the surrounding disciples even reacted.

Because this was normal within the Blood Soul Sect.

Weakness deserved death.

Then suddenly—

A communication talisman flew rapidly into the courtyard.

The elder frowned slightly before grabbing it instantly.

The talisman exploded into light afterward, revealing the terrified face of a demonic cultivator.

The moment the elder saw him—

His expression darkened slightly.

"...You."

The demonic cultivator inside the projection trembled heavily.

"Elder!"

The elder narrowed his eyes afterward.

"You were the one assigned to oversee the outer containment near the Silent Sword Sect before leaving earlier."

His tone became colder.

"Why are you contacting me now?"

The demonic cultivator swallowed nervously.

Then immediately spoke.

"There’s a Nascent Soul realm expert inside the Silent Sword Sect!"

The surrounding disciples instantly became shocked.

"A Nascent Soul?"

"How is that possible?"

Meanwhile, the elder’s expression froze briefly.

"...Explain."

The disciple hurriedly nodded afterward.

"Yes!"

"I personally saw a terrifying giant existence!"

The elder immediately frowned harder.

"A giant?"

The disciple nodded frantically.

"Yes!"

"It instantly crushed everyone!"

"It likely killed Senior Zhang, Senior Yun, and Senior Mu!"

"And maybe..."

His face became pale afterward.

"...maybe it was also responsible for making the Blood Soul Sovereign’s possession plan fail."

The courtyard instantly became silent afterward.

The elder’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How strong was the enemy?"

The disciple froze briefly.

"...Strong."

The elder’s forehead twitched slightly.

"I asked how strong."

The disciple hurriedly continued.

"It was enormous!"

"It crushed cultivators instantly!"

The elder’s expression gradually worsened.

"That tells me nothing."

The disciple panicked slightly afterward.

"I... I could not properly see it!"

"There was overwhelming pressure everywhere!"

The elder’s tone gradually became colder.

"Describe the enemy clearly."

The disciple immediately started inventing details desperately.

"Its body was larger than mountains!"

"Its aura covered the sky!"

"Its eyes looked like suns!"

"And..."

He swallowed nervously.

"...and its voice shook the heavens!"

Several surrounding disciples inside the courtyard became pale afterward.

Meanwhile, the elder simply stared coldly at the projection.

The disciple continued desperately.

"It crushed cultivators with single fingers!"

"And even the Blood Soul Sovereign may have died against it!"

The elder remained silent for several moments.

Then eventually—

He spoke calmly.

"A low level sect like the Silent Sword Sect possessing a Nascent Soul expert..."

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"...is impossible."

The surrounding disciples nodded immediately.

"That’s right."

"There’s no way."

"If a Nascent Soul expert truly existed nearby, our sect would have sensed it already."

Meanwhile, the elder internally sneered.

Lying fool.

He already decided disposing of the disciple later for spreading nonsense.

Yet...

Something still interested him slightly.

Because regardless of exaggerations...

Senior Zhang, Senior Yun, and Senior Mu truly died.

And the Blood Soul Sovereign’s soul crystal also shattered.

Meaning something unexpected definitely happened.

Then slowly—

A smile appeared across the elder’s face.

"Interesting."

The disciple inside the projection immediately lowered his head further.

Meanwhile, the elder calmly continued.

"I’ll personally see it myself."

Boom.

Terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly exploded outward from his body.

Peak Core Formation cultivation instantly spread across the entire courtyard.

Several weaker disciples nearly collapsed onto the ground from pressure alone.

The elder slowly floated upward afterward while blood colored spiritual Qi swirled around him continuously.

...

Meanwhile...

Back inside the real world...

Clayne stood outside the restroom again while staring toward the stairway.

Several undead still continuously attempted climbing upward despite the mountain of corpses already blocking portions of the stairs.

Their movements became slower now because countless zombie bodies clogged the pathway heavily.

Yet they still crawled upward endlessly.

Without hesitation—

Snap!

Another spiritually reinforced tile fragment instantly pierced through one zombie’s forehead.

Bang!

Its body rolled backward violently down the stairs.

Then another appeared.

Snap!

Another skull exploded apart.

The corpses continuously fell downward afterward.

But this time...

Clayne no longer focused only on the stairway.

Instead, his eyes slowly turned toward one of the classroom doors he previously closed earlier.

Then immediately—

He walked toward it carefully.

The hallway remained terrifyingly quiet except for distant growls below.

Then slowly...

Clayne opened the classroom door.

Creak.

The moment it opened—

Several zombies immediately stumbled outward aggressively.

Yet before they could even properly react—

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Tile fragments instantly pierced directly through their skulls.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The corpses collapsed heavily one after another.

Then silence returned again.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly observed the classroom afterward.

The room looked horrifyingly messy.

Blood stains.

Broken desks.

Half eaten bodies.

Rotting flesh.

Yet no more undead moved inside anymore.

Then suddenly—

Clayne froze slightly.

Because near the broken window—

An undead slowly stood there motionlessly.

Its body looked partially covered in shattered glass while blood continuously dripped from its arms.

Clayne’s eyes narrowed instantly.

Did that thing climb through the window?

...

Outside the school building...

The girl in the school uniform continuously hid carefully while using her parasitic tail’s sensitivity to monitor the surroundings.

Then suddenly—

She saw it.

The fully mutated undead creature from earlier finally reached the fourth floor after repeatedly slipping against the building walls.

Its movements remained horrifyingly unnatural while its elongated limbs continuously dug into concrete.

Then—

Suddenly—

The creature’s head froze, and then blood poured out quickly. The blood disappeared as it fell slowly to the ground.

Then the body of the creature felt weak, and the head flopped backward. After the head flopped, its limbs followed—then its feet. Soon after, another hand that had been clawing the wall also fell. Immediately, its body slowly gave way, first falling, and then dropping down fast.

Bang!

Its body crashed downward heavily before twitching violently several times.

Then stopped moving entirely.

The girl instantly widened her eyes afterward.

"It died...?"

Panic immediately surfaced across her face.

A fully mutated creature was unbelievably dangerous.

Those monsters could survive shotgun blasts.

Even grenades were not guaranteed to kill them instantly.

Yet now...

That creature died.

Just like that.

The girl’s breathing gradually became heavier.

Meanwhile, the surrounding ordinary undead who originally moved toward the building suddenly became aimless afterward.

They wandered randomly again.

Growling mindlessly.

No longer focused.

And at that moment—

The girl became certain.

The fully mutated creature truly died.

Then slowly...

The bloody muscle like tail behind her back turned toward the direction where the mutated creature’s corpse lay.

And behind the corpse...

A crystal reflected beneath the moonlight quietly.