A moment of silence persisted on the place for several breaths.

Each individual person in the party had each of their own thoughts and were too shocked to voice them out in Clark's presence.

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'A man who doesn't think twice on killing his prey. Only someone like this deserves to possess my body and soul. Nobody else can match him at all!'

Wan Fei solidified her opinion on the matter.

Although this was not the first time that she had seen our good protagonist in action but the fact that Clark was no pushover made Wan Fei feverish with desire and ambition.

On the other side, Ning Xi had another thought entirely.

'The woman that we came here for must have been extremely important to you, Clark. Else you would not have acted this mercilessly towards this old man.

But I wonder if your attention for this person made her lucky or cursed in the end?'

Princess Ning Xi queried inside her heart but there was no one there to satisfy her curiosity at this particular topic.

She was of course not a fool to think that they came here only to visit a friend.

Ning Xi had been with her mother's secret investigation from the beginning and it was not that hard to put things together.

Especially now, there could only be one person who could drive this man into such kind of lengths.

'I wonder what kind of a woman are you... Tang Xinyue.' Ning Xi ended with these thoughts and she was quite thrilled in fact to meet this historic figure for the first time.

Old Peng, Lian Li and Lian Ah were also not bereft of their opinions but it was a tad lighter in comparison to the first two.

The three knew where their place was in the grand scheme of things and they believed that their master would also not discard them after they arrived in this place.

"Corpse Reincarnation." Seven breaths passed and everyone heard Clark whispering these very curious words.

A moment more and black wisps of smoke shrouded the body of the fallen Elder Geng Bo until it moved like a puppet on strings to the surprise of everyone else in the scene.

The indecipherable fumes scattered to the sides which showed the complete body of the dead man once again. It was standing tall and unmoved by the fatal injuries it got some breaths prior.

The right side of his body reformed its flesh and blood. And even the broken tattered clothes on him were weaved anew as if it was not ruined to bits and pieces in the first place.

"This peasant slave greets you, master! I await your bidding." The recently reincarnated Geng Bo saluted to his absolute owner.

"AHHHH!" Cute lady gasps of fear and shock resounded in these haven of swords.

It did not matter who reacted wantonly in this manner because they forced themselves to not utter anymore sounds in the succeeding breaths that followed.

Too afraid to witness this occult power conjured into life by their very own master.

Even the mother and daughter pair could not help but widen their eyes at this terrifying display of sorcery.

In all their lives, they have not seen anything like it yet but these cultivators were not dumb at all.

They had heard rumors about this kind of technique in books and in hushed whispers passed from the olden times that stayed true and alive until this very moment.

'A DARK LORD!' Both Wan Fei and Ning Xi had these exact thoughts in mind. It had been approximately a million years that the last Dark Lord appeared in this xianxia world.

And yet the terror left behind that plague was still freshly commemorated year after year up to this day in fact.

It could be gathered from this point alone on how unforgettable that specific era of history was to the people of this mortal world.

Alas, Clark was too oblivious to the reaction of the people around him.

He did not waste anymore of his time dawdling in this eerie graveyard and so he could only hasten his entrance towards the insidious Demonic Sword Sect.

"Take us into the sect." Clark gave his first command unto his fresh undead.

"As you wish, master. Please follow me closely. This entire place is protected by a formation called Union of Heaven and Earth.

It would be very dangerous and very easy for someone to get lost within the confines of this array."

Geng Bo bowed low thereafter and took out his flying sword from within his interspatial ring.

His flying tool took the form of a blood red sword that could easily carry ten people atop its brilliant crimson hues.

"I see. What a flashy name." Clark smiled and was already pretty excited to enter the sect.

"Let's go then... to the revered doors of your Demonic Sword Sect!" Clark summoned his own flying sword and his action was mirrored by both Wan Fei and Ning Xi.

"Lai Peng, take the two maidservants and join Elder Geng Bo on his ride."

"Yes, master." Old Peng nodded in understanding and took the trembling hands of the sisters Lian Li and Lian ah.

Although they wanted to resist but Old Peng's bony grasp was rather firm and irresistible. In the end, all three of them successfully jumped into the flying sword of Elder Geng Bo.

After a second more, the flying sword floated gently and then without further ado, broke into the distant horizon of the sky.

'Hmmm... What a great formation array this is. And it seems so pretty effective also.'

'I couldn't even find the difference between where we were earlier and right now.'

'Everything just appears in the same old lonely burial grounds from where i left.' Clark was very curious about this supernatural phenomenon.

It even hindered his true perception about things which made him quite uneasy about having this kind of limitation unto himself.

He had a hunch that Elder Geng Bo may have used some sort of technique on him to smoothly navigate the ups and downs of this topsy-turvy trail.

At once glance alone, Clark could not anymore count how many twists and turns they have taken in just a short amount of time.

'After this, I need to find a way to get me a solution for this weakness.' Our good gamer noted another course of action that he would have to fix sooner rather than later.

The ocean of swords from below flashed steadily on the scene. But this time around, the return trip only took 1 minute less than from when Elder Geng Bo used to get there in the first place.

The setting changed soon enough with the introduction of an epic construct at the center of this sword oasis.

This gargantuan structure took the shape of an Immortal's Sword as it was probably the biggest amongst anything of its craft by a wide margin.

From above the clouds, it appeared smaller than its actual immensity but as the trio of 3 flying swords descended unto its vicinity, everyone could not help but be stunned by how great the size of this sword body really was!

"Space magic?" Clark muttered under his breath when he realized that the sword has now pierced the heavens in how unusually tall it had become in an instant.

He wandered his eyes on the sword's sharp blade and the ancient runes that covered its surface.

And surprisingly enough, he determined that whosoever owned this nameless sword in the past was perhaps a mighty giant or something very close to it.

Even if the sword was tightly buried on these hallowed earths and only half of its blade could be seen by its wide eyed spectators, the feeling of majesty and a close sense of the vicissitudes of time lingered abundantly in the place.

'What kind of existence could own a weapon like this one, Nancy?' Clark could not help but finally ask towards his handy system.

"This is a Peak Artifact of a World Traveler Expert, host. Someone who has already arrived at this realm could just as easily wipe out a single continent into ruins.

You could see and experience well enough that the owner of this weapon was exceedingly accomplished in the Dao of Space and its exquisite mysteries." Nancy replied slowly.

Her words were soft and hushed as if she was also commemorating the deeds and misdeeds of the one who may have wielded this artifact in the bygone years already forgotten by most mortals of this world.

"Please follow me, master." Geng Bo invited after the party had carefully settled once more on solid ground.

Clark nodded and led the group to follow the footsteps of the undead Elder of the Demonic Sword Sect.

"FLASH!" Geng Bo walked through the glossy sheen of the sword's blade and disappeared at once to nihility.

"Interesting." Clark did not slow down one bit but decided to copy the exact motions of his undead slave. It did not take him long to find out a new world that awaited his discovery.

It was akin to a grand hall befitting only for lofty Kings and Queens of power. The theme remained the same of course.

The dull boring lifeless swords scattered in strategic places and it could even be assumed that a masterful designer was behind this arrangement because the swords, big and small, looked beyond perfection in how carefully everything was thought out in this august entrance hall.

It surely depicted an otherworldly beauty that few mortals could ever hope to mimic.

"Welcome back, Elder Geng Bo!"

"Are these the new fish on the market?"

"Should i send them down the chopping block, Elder Geng Bo?" Three bold junior gate guards of the sect wanted to provide aid to their temperamental master.

Little did they know that they had only invited more of Geng Bo's ire by doing so.

"FOOLS!"

"SLAP!"

"SLAP!"

"SLAP!" The aged Elder taught his subordinates for some time and he was not the least bit forgiving about his punishments at all.

"That's enough, Elder Geng Bo."

"You'd have killed them if you continued."

"Let's go." Clark stopped the cruel actions of his undead servant.

He had no pity in his eyes especially after looking at the judgment indicator that hovered on top of these young men's heads. They all had red tags in them.

But since Clark did not want to invite the attention of anyone yet so he choose to take it easy on murder instead. Especially if the situation did not call for it.

"Hmmm..." Geng Bo nodded in silence.

"You there! Help these three idiots and tend to their wounds!"

"Don't forget to man the gates at all times! If i see someone sleeping when i return, he might as well sleep for eternity if i found out about it!"

The Elder roared furiously and left the scene with the party in tow behind him. Four minutes of slow walk and they finally arrived at the end of the hall.

There was a rusty sword ahead and perhaps it was the ugliest weapon they'd seen so far inside these great halls.

"I can only lead you at this point, master. What awaits ahead, you will know when you get there.

You need to only touch the sword handle and it will transport you to the true location of the Demonic Sword Sect." Geng Bo whispered.

"Any clue on what lies ahead?" Clark asked in a playful tone.

"Only death, master. Only death awaits us all." Geng Bo replied in a stoic voice.

If this was before our bored gamer got his Chaos Physique then he would have no doubt trembled in fear right now. Alas, he was no longer as he had been a few days ago.

"Intriguing! Let me see Death then." Clark smiled. He touched the sword hilt and a moment later, a world of blood and gore assailed his senses.