Apocalypse: Surviving as the God of a Tiny Cultivation Sect

Suddenly, the panicking red robed cultivator dropped to his knees midair while breathing heavily.

"Senior!"

His face looked pale beyond belief.

"The soul bound crystals of Senior Zhang, Senior Yun, and Senior Mu..."

His voice trembled violently.

"...they were all destroyed!"

The floating red robed cultivator froze instantly.

"What?"

For a moment, disbelief completely filled his face.

"What did you say?"

The kneeling red robed cultivator swallowed hard.

"Their soul bound crystals shattered completely!"

Immediately afterward, the floating demonic cultivator raised one hand sharply.

Spiritual Qi gathered instantly before him.

Then—

A glowing projection appeared in the air.

The projection revealed another location far away filled with flickering candles and countless glowing crystals resting upon stone platforms.

Several frightened demonic cultivators appeared within the projection.

The floating cultivator immediately spoke coldly.

"Check the soul bound crystals of Zhang, Yun, and Mu immediately."

The cultivators inside the projection froze.

"...Senior?"

Their expressions changed slightly.

The floating cultivator’s voice became colder.

"Now."

Instantly, the cultivators within the projection hurried deeper into the hall.

The atmosphere became tense immediately.

Even the bound Silent Sword Sect disciples inside the arena stared upward carefully now.

Meanwhile, Clayne silently watched everything unfold while crouching near the tiny world.

The projection continued flickering.

Several red robed demonic cultivators nervously searched through rows of glowing crystals carefully.

One after another.

Then another.

Then another.

The silence gradually became heavier.

Eventually—

One of the demonic cultivators suddenly froze completely.

His face instantly turned pale.

"No..."

Another cultivator beside him widened his eyes.

"It can’t be..."

Then suddenly—

Panic erupted inside the projection.

"It’s true!"

"The soul bound crystals are destroyed!"

"All three are shattered!"

The floating red robed cultivator froze completely.

For several moments, he simply remained silent midair while shock slowly spread across his face.

Dead?

All three?

Impossible.

Those three were not weak cultivators.

Even if Zi Yue somehow escaped, how could she possibly kill all three of them afterward?

Especially when one of them already reached the peak of Core Formation.

And most importantly—

How did that pathetic female cultivator survive the Blood Soul Sovereign himself?

The floating cultivator’s expression gradually became uglier and uglier.

Meanwhile—

The bound Silent Sword Sect disciples suddenly exploded into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

One disciple laughed so hard tears nearly appeared in his eyes.

"I told you!"

"Senior Sister Zi Yue definitely escaped!"

Immediately afterward, the surrounding disciples followed loudly.

"Hahaha!"

"Your demonic sect failed!"

"You dogs finally got what you deserved!"

"Serves you right!"

The bound disciples became louder and louder while mocking the demonic cultivators mercilessly.

"What happened earlier?"

"Didn’t you say Senior Sister would definitely become your Master’s vessel?"

"Hahaha!"

"Looks like your trash Master failed!"

One injured disciple raised his head proudly despite blood covering his face.

"Our Senior Sister is the greatest genius of the Silent Sword Sect!"

"How could your disgusting demonic Master possibly suppress her!"

Another disciple laughed loudly.

"Three Core Formation cultivators died instead!"

"How embarrassing!"

The bound disciples gradually became increasingly emotional.

"You demonic dogs are finished now!"

"Without your Master, what are you people even worth?"

"Hahaha!"

"You failed completely!"

Several younger disciples even began crying from relief while laughing at the same time.

"Senior Sister survived..."

"She really survived..."

"I knew she would..."

The atmosphere inside the arena completely changed now.

Meanwhile, the surrounding demonic cultivators all looked increasingly ugly.

Then suddenly—

The floating red robed cultivator shouted coldly.

"Shut up!"

Boom!

His spiritual pressure exploded outward instantly.

The bound disciples immediately coughed blood from the pressure alone.

The floating cultivator’s face darkened heavily.

"It is also possible..."

His voice became colder and colder.

"...that Master succeeded in taking over her body."

The bound disciples froze briefly.

The floating cultivator narrowed his eyes afterward.

"Perhaps Zhang, Yun, and Mu offended Master afterward."

A cruel smile slowly appeared across his face again.

"And considering Master’s temperament..."

"...he may have executed them personally."

The surrounding demonic cultivators immediately nodded rapidly afterward.

"That’s right!"

"One hundred percent possible!"

"Master was always cruel by nature!"

One demonic cultivator hurriedly spoke emotionally.

"Even among our own sect, countless disciples died beneath Master’s anger throughout the years!"

Another quickly followed.

"Master never trusted anyone completely!"

"He treated everyone as expendable tools!"

"If those three offended him after the possession succeeded..."

The demonic cultivator swallowed nervously.

"...their deaths would make perfect sense."

Several demonic cultivators nodded continuously afterward.

"Yes!"

"That must be what happened!"

"Master definitely succeeded!"

"How could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly resist a Nascent Soul soul possession?"

The more they spoke...

The more convinced they tried making themselves sound.

Because honestly...

Even they could not believe Zi Yue defeated the Blood Soul Sovereign.

That possibility felt too absurd.

Meanwhile—

The bound Silent Sword Sect disciples immediately became furious again.

"Bullshit!"

One disciple shouted instantly.

"Our Senior Sister would never lose!"

Another disciple glared upward hatefully.

"You people are just coping because your disgusting Master died!"

"Hahaha!"

One younger disciple laughed mockingly again.

"You demonic dogs are scared now!"

The surrounding bound disciples followed loudly afterward.

"That’s right!"

"If your Master truly succeeded, why hasn’t he returned yet?"

"Where is he then?"

"Why are you people panicking so much?"

The demonic cultivators surrounding them only laughed coldly afterward.

"You ignorant fools truly understand nothing."

One demonic cultivator sneered.

"Even if Master succeeded, stabilizing soul possession requires time."

Another crossed his arms confidently.

"Once Master fully stabilizes inside her body..."

A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"...all of you will beg for death."

Several demonic cultivators laughed darkly afterward.

"You people should enjoy your remaining time while you still can."

"Once Master returns..."

"Your suffering will only begin."

Meanwhile, the floating red robed cultivator remained silent while staring toward the distance thoughtfully.

Yet before the atmosphere settled—

Another panicked voice suddenly echoed loudly from afar.

"Senior!"

Immediately—

Another red robed cultivator flew desperately toward the floating islands.

This one looked even more terrified than the previous messenger.

His entire body trembled violently.

The floating cultivator instantly frowned.

"What now?"

The new messenger nearly crashed onto the arena before stabilizing himself desperately.

Then while shaking uncontrollably—

He screamed,

"The soul bound crystal of Master..."

His voice cracked heavily.

"...was destroyed!"

Silence.

Absolute silence filled the arena instantly.

The floating red robed cultivator slowly widened his eyes.

"...What?"

For the first time since appearing...

Actual fear surfaced within his expression.

"What did you just say?"

The messenger nearly cried.

"Master’s soul bound crystal shattered completely!"

Immediately afterward, the floating cultivator conjured another spiritual projection again.

This time...

His expression no longer remained calm.

"Check Master’s soul crystal immediately."

His voice sounded visibly more shaken now.

Inside the projection, the distant demonic cultivators also looked terrified.

"T... This..."

Their voices trembled heavily.

"We are not certain yet..."

"We’ll check immediately..."

The projection shook slightly as numerous demonic cultivators rushed deeper into the hall desperately.

The atmosphere gradually became horrifyingly tense.

Several demonic cultivators inside the arena already began sweating visibly.

Meanwhile, the bound Silent Sword Sect disciples stared upward with growing excitement.

Then finally—

Inside the projection—

One demonic cultivator suddenly collapsed backward in terror.

Another screamed loudly.

"It’s true!"

"Master’s soul crystal shattered!"

"It’s destroyed!"

"The Blood Soul Sovereign is dead!"

Boom.

The floating red robed cultivator’s mind nearly went blank.

Even Master...?

Dead?

Impossible.

How could that happen?

A Nascent Soul cultivator.

A terrifying monster who survived for hundred thousands of years.

A being countless sects feared deeply.

Dead?

Killed by Zi Yue?

The floating cultivator became completely frozen midair.

Meanwhile—

The bound Silent Sword Sect disciples exploded into overwhelming laughter instantly.

"Hahahahahaha!"

One disciple laughed so hard he nearly collapsed despite his injuries.

"Your Master is dead!"

"Your disgusting demonic sect is finished!"

The surrounding disciples followed wildly afterward.

"Hahaha!"

"You demonic dogs finally got retribution!"

"Our Senior Sister actually killed your Master!"

"She really did it!"

The arena became filled with endless mocking laughter.

"How does it feel now?!"

"You people acted so arrogantly earlier!"

"Where’s your confidence now?"

Several disciples looked emotional beyond belief.

"Senior Sister avenged the sect..."

"She actually avenged everyone..."

One younger disciple cried openly while laughing at the same time.

"She really survived..."

"She really defeated that monster..."

The bound disciples gradually became louder and louder while mocking the demonic cultivators relentlessly.

"Your demonic sect is finished now!"

"You people are doomed!"

"Without your Master, you’re nothing but stray dogs!"

The floating red robed cultivator’s expression gradually twisted uglier and uglier.

His face became dark beyond belief.

Veins bulged across his forehead.

Then finally—

He spoke coldly.

"Enough."

Boom!

Terrifying spiritual pressure exploded outward instantly.

The laughter inside the arena stopped abruptly.

The floating cultivator’s eyes became filled with murderous intent. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Since Master failed..."

His voice slowly turned colder and colder.

"...then all of you have no value anymore."