Apocalypse: Surviving as the God of a Tiny Cultivation Sect

"Hahahahaha!"

Fu Shugao’s cracked soul floated weakly between Clayne’s giant palms while laughing hysterically.

Even though every part of his soul already looked distorted and damaged beyond imagination, the old demonic cultivator still kept laughing nonstop.

"You fool!"

His ghostly voice trembled crazily afterward.

"You can’t kill me!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"I cultivated the Blood Soul Immortal Art for over eight hundred years!"

"My soul already fused together with demonic essence!"

"You giant idiot!"

"No matter how many times you crush me, I will recover again and again!"

Meanwhile, Clayne’s face slowly darkened afterward.

Honestly...

He was already annoyed earlier.

But now—

The nonstop laughing truly started irritating him.

Then afterward—

Clap!

Boom!

Clayne smashed both palms together again violently.

The entire floating world trembled afterward.

Fu Shugao instantly screamed painfully again.

Yet when Clayne opened his palms afterward—

The old demonic soul still remained alive somehow.

Then immediately afterward—

Fu Shugao started laughing again.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Again!"

"Come on!"

"You giant monster!"

"You don’t know how souls work!"

"You only know smashing things like some brainless beast!"

Meanwhile—

Clayne’s forehead slowly twitched afterward.

Then afterward—

Clap!

Boom!

Again.

Clap!

Boom!

Again.

Each impact became increasingly heavier afterward.

The floating islands trembled continuously while the Silent Sword Sect disciples below watched in complete terror.

Because honestly...

The scene looked horrifying.

A faceless deity repeatedly smashing a Nascent Soul soul between gigantic palms while the old demonic cultivator continuously screamed and laughed madly.

Then eventually—

Fu Shugao continued mocking him again afterward.

"You can’t kill me!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"You giant fool!"

"You don’t even understand soul destruction!"

"You probably don’t even know basic soul refinement!"

Clayne’s irritation finally started becoming genuine anger afterward.

"Oh shut up already!"

Boom!

Another clap exploded afterward.

Yet somehow—

Still alive.

Fu Shugao instantly resumed laughing afterward.

"See?!"

"You can’t do anything!"

"You giant idiot!"

Meanwhile, Clayne’s eyes narrowed dangerously afterward.

Then suddenly—

An idea appeared inside his mind.

Water.

The enhanced water.

Earlier—

Even Zi Yue called it divine water.

And more importantly—

The pure spiritual Qi within it clearly harmed demonic energy heavily.

Then immediately afterward—

Clayne grabbed the water bottle nearby.

Fu Shugao instantly froze afterward.

Because the moment the bottle approached—

His soul already started trembling instinctively.

Then afterward—

Clayne casually flicked a single droplet toward him.

The instant the droplet touched Fu Shugao—

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A horrifying scream instantly exploded throughout the floating islands afterward.

White smoke erupted violently from Fu Shugao’s soul.

The old demonic cultivator instantly collapsed while clutching portions of his soul desperately.

"It burns!"

"It burns!"

"What kind of spiritual water is this?!"

Meanwhile—

Clayne’s eyes brightened afterward.

Oh.

It worked.

Then immediately afterward—

He smiled slowly.

"Well..."

His giant voice echoed calmly.

"...aren’t you a demonic cultivator?"

Another droplet landed afterward.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Fu Shugao instantly rolled around screaming hysterically.

The pure spiritual Qi continuously burned through his demonic soul like boiling acid.

Meanwhile, Clayne calmly continued pouring tiny droplets repeatedly afterward.

Each droplet caused Fu Shugao to scream louder and louder.

Then eventually—

The old demonic cultivator stopped laughing entirely.

Instead—

He started begging desperately again.

"Senior!"

"Please!"

"Please spare this junior!"

"I was wrong!"

"I truly know I was wrong!"

"This junior deserves death!"

"Please stop!"

Yet now—

Clayne felt genuinely annoyed enough not caring anymore.

Earlier, Fu Shugao mocked him endlessly.

Now?

Now the old man cried nonstop.

Then afterward—

Clayne casually created a tiny pond inside the floating island using one finger.

The gigantic finger pressed downward slowly while carving through earth effortlessly.

Boom.

A small pond formed instantly afterward.

Then—

Clayne poured enhanced spiritual water inside it.

The moment the water filled the pond—

Dense spiritual Qi instantly spread throughout the surroundings.

Even nearby Silent Sword Sect disciples widened their eyes in shock afterward.

Then afterward—

Clayne used one finger and slowly pushed Fu Shugao’s soul toward the pond.

The old demonic cultivator instantly screamed in horror afterward.

"No!"

"No!"

"Please!"

"Senior!"

"I beg you!"

Yet Clayne ignored everything afterward.

Instead—

He continued slowly pushing him downward.

The moment Fu Shugao’s soul touched the spiritual water—

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

An even more horrifying scream exploded afterward.

White smoke erupted endlessly while portions of Fu Shugao’s soul continuously melted away from the pure spiritual Qi.

The old man rolled violently throughout the pond afterward while screaming hysterically.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

"My soul!"

"My soul is melting!"

Meanwhile—

Clayne stared coldly afterward.

Then suddenly—

He spoke mockingly.

"Aren’t you a demonic cultivator?"

Another push downward.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"Why are you crying now?"

Another push.

"STOP!"

"I BEG YOU!"

Yet Clayne remained completely unsatisfied afterward.

Honestly—

The more he heard Fu Shugao scream earlier...

The more annoyed he remembered becoming because of the old man’s nonstop arrogance.

Then suddenly—

Another idea appeared inside Clayne’s mind.

Glass.

The bathroom mirror.

Immediately afterward—

Clayne returned toward the real world briefly.

Inside the school bathroom—

He carefully broke apart a small fragment from the remaining mirror nearby.

Crack.

The sharp mirror fragment reflected dim moonlight faintly afterward.

Then immediately—

Clayne returned toward the tiny world again while holding the mirror shard carefully.

Meanwhile—

Fu Shugao instantly became frightened again.

Because currently—

His soul remained drenched completely with spiritual Qi water.

Even standing nearby the pond already caused unbearable pain toward him.

Then afterward—

Clayne crouched slightly while placing the tiny mirror fragment before Fu Shugao’s soul.

The old demonic cultivator instantly trembled afterward.

"What..."

His cracked soul shook violently.

"...what are you doing?"

Meanwhile—

Clayne originally only wanted frightening him slightly before stabbing him using the enhanced mirror.

After all...

He already discovered objects strengthened inside the tiny world became terrifying afterward.

Yet—

The moment the mirror fragment approached Fu Shugao—

Something unexpected happened.

The mirror suddenly started absorbing surrounding spiritual Qi rapidly.

Dense spiritual energy flooded endlessly throughout the reflective surface afterward.

Then suddenly—

A powerful pulling force erupted from the mirror.

Fu Shugao instantly screamed afterward.

"What?!"

"My soul!"

"My soul is being pulled!"

The old demonic cultivator desperately tried resisting afterward.

Yet it became completely useless.

The mirror fragment continuously dragged his soul inward forcefully.

Then—

Half of Fu Shugao’s soul became trapped inside the mirror instantly afterward.

"NOOOOOOO!!!"

His screams became completely hysterical afterward.

Because currently—

The spiritual Qi surrounding the mirror continuously burned his demonic soul endlessly from every direction.

And worse—

The reflective surface distorted his soul repeatedly like endless crushing pressure.

The old man screamed so loudly afterward that several Silent Sword Sect disciples below nearly collapsed from fear.

Meanwhile—

Clayne stared blankly briefly afterward.

Then slowly—

He started laughing.

"Hahahaha..."

The more Fu Shugao screamed—

The more amusing the scene became.

Because honestly—

The arrogant Nascent Soul demonic elder from earlier now looked unbelievably pitiful.

Then afterward—

Clayne grinned slightly.

"This is better."

Meanwhile—

Fu Shugao continued screaming endlessly from inside the mirror afterward while portions of his soul continuously twisted and distorted horribly.

Yet eventually—

Clayne lost interest again.

Instead—

His attention moved elsewhere.

Toward the sword Senior Brother Li handed him earlier.

Then afterward—

Clayne slowly touched the sword.

Immediately—

A huge amount of concealment techniques flooded directly into his mind.

Not ordinary techniques.

True Silent Sword Sect concealment arts.

Suddenly—

Clayne saw countless experiences inside his consciousness.

Silent assassinations.

Aura suppression.

Breathing concealment.

Silent movement.

Shadow synchronization.

Killing intent concealment.

Spiritual fluctuation suppression.

Environmental blending.

Every single movement connected together naturally with the dagger and sword arts earlier.

Then afterward—

Clayne saw countless disciples silently moving through forests without disturbing leaves.

He saw assassins approaching enemies silently while suppressing spiritual presence entirely.

He saw cultivators hiding among crowds while becoming impossible detecting.

He saw spiritual Qi circulation methods reducing bodily presence naturally.

Then afterward—

More information continuously flooded inside his mind endlessly.

The Silent Dagger Arts connected directly toward concealment.

The Silent Blade Throw techniques relied heavily upon aura suppression before release.

Even movement itself became part of combat.

Every step.

Every breath.

Every glance.

Everything possessed purpose.

Then afterward—

Clayne instinctively started understanding more and more.

Especially because of the instincts he inherited earlier from the soul cultivator.

The knowledge integrated frighteningly smoothly inside his mind afterward.

Meanwhile—

In the real world—

Clayne’s actual body naturally adjusted its breathing automatically.

His footsteps unconsciously became quieter.

Even his presence gradually became calmer.

Then eventually—

Clayne slowly opened his eyes afterward.

Excitement instantly appeared across his face.

Because honestly—

These techniques perfectly matched his current situation.

Silent movement.

Silent killing.

Concealment.

Stealth.

Everything suited surviving an apocalypse filled with monsters and undead.

Then afterward—

Clayne slowly grinned.

"This is perfect..."

His voice echoed quietly inside the bathroom.

Then slowly—

He looked toward the dark school hallways outside.

"...this is exactly what I need in this apocalyptic world I’m in!"