Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 19: The Half-Beasts

Lin Xiaotian looked at the thirty or so captives who had just been brought into the hall. Heavy shackles bound their wrists and ankles, and bruises marked their bodies, evidence of the rough journey they had endured. Yet despite their battered appearance, none of them were mortals. Each one possessed the faint but unmistakable aura of a cultivator weak, but real.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he examined them more closely Not bad.

Most were only at the lowest levels of cultivation, barely stepping onto the path of immortality, but their foundations were stable. For a fallen sect trying to rebuild, such disciples were far from worthless.

Just as he finished assessing the group, the doors opened again.

Another figure was pushed inside.

A girl stumbled into the hall; her limbs wrapped in even heavier chains than the others. Unlike the rest, who stood silently with lowered heads, she struggled fiercely against the restraints. Her eyes burned with hostility, and the guards had clearly needed extra effort to subdue her.

Lin Xiaotian’s gaze sharpened.

At first glance she looked no different from the others thin, ragged, and covered in dirt and bruises. But something about her presence felt... wrong.

No, Different a strange aura faintly leaked from her body, wild and untamed, like a beast hiding beneath human skin.

Lin Xiaotian’s pupils shrank and before he could stop himself, the words slipped from his mouth. "Half-beast..."

The moment the words echoed through the hall, silence fell and everyone stiffened a bit.

And the aggressive girl who had been struggling moments earlier suddenly stopped moving.

Her trembling hands slowly fell to her sides Then, without warning, tears began to stream down her face.

She tried to hold them back, biting her lip as if fighting desperately to remain strong, but the effort failed. Quiet sobs escaped her throat, and the tears soaked into her ragged clothes.

For the first time since entering the hall, the fierce hostility in her eyes shattered replaced by a deep, helpless grief.

seeing her, the most infamous tale in the entire cultivation world surfaced in Lin Xiaotian’s mind.

Long before the present age of cultivation, before the current great sects rose to dominance and before the laws of the world hardened into their present form, the continent was ruled by a single terrifying superpower.

It was known as the Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect.

Unlike ordinary sects that pursued the path of spiritual qi refinement alone, this sect walked a far more dangerous road. Its founders believed that the human body was fragile and limited, while the beasts of the world possessed unmatched physical strength, instinct, and vitality. Instead of rejecting these traits, they sought to fuse them with humanity.

After centuries of research, they succeeded.

At the heart of their rise was a mysterious ancient treasure known as the Blood Genesis Altar. Legends claimed it had been discovered within a ruin older than the recorded history of the continent. The altar possessed an unimaginable ability it could alter a cultivator’s bloodline itself.

Through complex rituals performed upon the altar, a cultivator’s human blood could be fused with the essence of powerful spiritual beasts. The result was the birth of a new type of cultivator.

Half-Beasts.

These individuals retained human intelligence and the ability to cultivate spiritual energy, yet their bodies were infused with the ferocity and vitality of beasts. Their bones became denser, their muscles stronger, and their senses sharper than ordinary cultivators.

A half-beast at the same realm as a normal cultivator could easily overwhelm them in direct combat.

More importantly, the altered bloodline granted them terrifying potential. As they advanced through the cultivation realms, fragments of their beast heritage would awaken. Some gained claws capable of tearing through spiritual artifacts, others developed regenerative bodies, heightened instincts, or partial transformations that multiplied their strength.

Within only a few centuries, the Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect rose like a blazing star across the continent.

Half-beast disciples became the core power of the sect’s armies. On battlefields they were unstoppable forces, capable of overwhelming enemies through sheer ferocity. Many sects that once stood proudly across the continent were forced into submission.

At its height, the Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect controlled vast territories stretching from the eastern seas to the northern mountain ranges. Thousands of sects paid them tribute, and countless cultivators dreamed of joining their ranks.

Yet the very power that fueled their rise also carried within it a hidden danger.

The beast bloodline that flowed through half-beasts was not entirely stable.

At the lower cultivation realms the effects were minor. Disciples might display slightly aggressive personalities or heightened instincts, but nothing that could not be controlled through discipline and cultivation techniques.

However, as their strength increased, the beast blood within them grew stronger as well.

When half-beasts reached the Core Transformation Realm, the dormant beast essence within their bloodlines would awaken more violently. Many disciples had to undergo intense training to maintain control over their instincts. The sect’s elders developed numerous secret techniques specifically designed to suppress the wild nature of the beast blood.

For centuries, these methods worked.

The Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect continued to expand, and more cultivators willingly underwent the Blood Genesis ritual in pursuit of greater power.

No one realized that a catastrophe had already begun to grow beneath the surface.

Then one day, without warning, the disaster erupted.

Across the entire continent, every half-beast cultivator who had reached the Core Transformation Realm or higher suddenly began to lose control.

At first it appeared as minor disturbances. Disciples experiencing violent mood swings. Cultivators entering temporary berserk states during training. Elders believed it to be a flaw in recent bloodline rituals and attempted to stabilize the situation.

But within days, the situation spiraled into chaos.

Half-beasts who had once been proud disciples of the sect suddenly transformed into uncontrollable monsters. Their beast bloodlines erupted violently, overwhelming their human consciousness. Reason disappeared, replaced only by savage instinct and endless hunger for destruction.

Within the sect itself, powerful elders slaughtered their own disciples.

Cities under the sect’s rule were torn apart by rampaging half-beasts who no longer recognized friend from foe. Entire regions fell into chaos as the strongest warriors of the continent suddenly became the very monsters they had once hunted.

The Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect attempted desperately to contain the catastrophe.

Sect masters, elders, and loyal disciples united to suppress the berserk half-beasts. Countless battles erupted within their own territories. Powerful cultivators sacrificed their lives to eliminate comrades who had once fought beside them for decades.

The once invincible superpower began to crumble from within.

Yet the true catastrophe had not yet arrived.

For centuries, the sect had possessed a mysterious guardian.

Their founding ancestor, a legendary cultivator who had reached the Peak Mahayana Realm, had long been believed to have died during a heavenly tribulation many generations earlier. His death had been recorded in countless historical texts, and statues in his honor stood across the sect’s territories.

But in truth, the ancestor had never died.

After reaching the peak of cultivation, he had discovered a terrifying truth hidden within the Blood Genesis Altar. The beast bloodlines infused into half-beasts carried within them an ancient will something primal and destructive that could one day awaken.

Realizing the danger, the ancestor secretly withdrew from the world and used his immense cultivation to suppress the hidden corruption within the bloodlines.

For centuries he endured in silence, bearing the burden alone while the sect prospered.

But the corruption within the bloodlines only continued to grow.

Eventually, even a Peak Mahayana expert could no longer suppress it.

When the catastrophe erupted across the continent, the final restraint holding back the hidden power shattered.

The ancestor himself became the final victim.

When his transformation began, the heavens trembled.

The once revered guardian of the sect turned into the most terrifying half-beast the world had ever seen. His body expanded into a monstrous form that blotted out the sky, and his cultivation power once used to protect the continent became a force of unimaginable destruction.

For seven days and seven nights the monster rampaged across the land.

Mountains collapsed beneath his footsteps. Rivers boiled as his aura distorted the natural world. Entire cities vanished in moments as his attacks erased everything in their path.

Millions died within hours.

Then millions more.

Cultivators from every sect attempted to stop him, but none could stand against the power of a berserk Peak Mahayana half-beast. Even legendary elders were reduced to ashes in a single strike.

By the time the great sects of the continent united to face the disaster, the devastation had already spread across vast regions of the world.

The final battle lasted three days.

Ten Mahayana Realm experts the strongest cultivators of that era joined forces to confront the monster. Alongside them were countless sect masters and elders whose combined power shook the heavens themselves.

The battle was catastrophic.

Heaven-shattering techniques collided across the sky. Entire mountain ranges were destroyed as the cultivators unleashed their full strength. Yet even surrounded by the strongest experts of the age, the monstrous ancestor refused to fall easily.

One by one the Mahayana experts sacrificed themselves.

Each death weakened the monster further.

Finally, after the tenth Mahayana cultivator gave their life in a final attack, the raging half-beast was slain.

But the victory came at a devastating cost.

The Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect was completely destroyed. Its once magnificent territories lay in ruins, and the Blood Genesis Altar vanished during the chaos, its fate unknown.

Even the victorious sects suffered immense losses. Many great powers that had participated in the battle regressed for centuries due to the deaths of their strongest experts.

In the aftermath of the catastrophe, the cultivation world reached a unanimous conclusion.

Half-beasts were too dangerous to exist.

From that day forward, anyone discovered to possess beast blood within their veins was hunted without mercy. Entire bloodlines suspected of carrying the tainted heritage were exterminated.

Those half-beasts who remained at low cultivation realms were often spared only to suffer a fate little better than death.

Some were enslaved by cruel cultivators who exploited their enhanced physiques for labor or battle. Others were imprisoned and studied by sects seeking to understand the ancient catastrophe.

Centuries passed.

The Ten Thousand Beast Sovereign Sect faded into legend, remembered only as a warning of the dangers of forbidden power.

But the hatred toward half-beasts never disappeared.

Even in the present era, any trace of beast blood was enough to condemn a person to persecution, slavery, or execution.

For the cultivation world had learned its lesson.

Once before, the power of half-beasts had nearly destroyed the entire continent.

And no one wished to see that nightmare return.