Our bored gamer said and before long, a dark mist appeared directly before him. Only breaths passed when a familiar figure came out from the foggy shroud.

She stood there at 4 foot tall and in a lavender colored dress. This was a persona from the lengthy past of our very own protagonist.

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"It has been a while hasn't it, Twilight Moon?" Clark smiled but the loli did not bother to answer him at all.

This lady from the Maiden Dream Sect was one of the Ten Immortal Paragons in our good gamer's 1st cultivation world.

Alas, it did not need telling that the Twilight Moon before him was not at all the real Twilight Moon in the past. This was merely a copy of the original.

Clark has only been able to summon her likeness and abilities. No more, no less. This was of course the uncanny power of the technique called Burial Ground Demon Formation.

Our good gamer could summon anyone he could think of but the level of power would be limited to his own.

If he ever called on a second minion after Twilight Moon, the power of the two would be halved. This was the sad restriction of this evil technique.

"Go and kill the unworthy from the face of this earth, Twilight Moon." Clark instructed his pawn and it did not take him long to see the beginning of a massacre.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!" Countless small moons descended directly unto the Blood River Cult and the result was terrible indeed.

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"MERCYYYYYYYYY!" The disciples of the evil sect screamed even as they tried their hardest to escape from this tribulation.

Alas, their bodies disintegrated alongside the majestic structures of their sect. Twilight Moon did not stop there as she summoned her immortal weapon on her hands. It was a lavender fan.

She waved once and the terrains down below rippled to destruction. One could only imagine the amount of deaths that happened in that instant.

But what was funny was how a number of Blood River Cult Disciples were miraculously teleported unto safety. These were the good men and women inside the sect.

It was after all expected that not everyone was rotten monsters in this evil sect. Our bored gamer has had enough innocent blood on his hands already.

"YOU DARE!" An angry roar rocked the heavens and the earth and this newcomer could only be the Ancient Elder of the Blood River Cult.

In his wrath and frenzy, he came out from his hiding place and decided to meet Twilight Moon in the sky. The fight was a short lived one indeed. The old man did not have any chance at all.

It can be seen from this that the gap between the 2nd Stage of Dao Seeking Realm and the 3rd Stage was truly beyond measure.

The Ancient Elder turned into the wind with just 1 slap of Twilight Moon's mighty immortal lavender fan. After that, the rest was easy.

"This is our chance!"

"Revenge for our friends and family!" Sect Master Fu De shouted and helped in the cleaning of this evil sect.

His disciples charged with him and more blood drenched the hungry grounds of the Blood River Cult.

'Hmmm... Why have I never encountered anyone who are vessels of gods and goddesses soul fragments from before, Nancy?'

Clark asked while he was patiently waiting for when the war would end.

This question came to him when he recalled that Twilight Moon was the vessel of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

That nameless goddess who resided in the Divine Realm.

"The gods and goddesses know of your journey, host."

"If you happen to arrive in a particular mortal realm, they would make their vessels sleep and keep them as far away from you until you leave into a new world." Nancy replied.

'Then what about that mad god who loves to play his games from before.'

'Why hasn't he known who I was?' Our bored gamer asked once again.

"That god was only careless, host. He had gotten so fond of his play in the mortal realm that he had forgotten to notice the news of the times." Nancy answered.

'I see. He's an unlucky god then.' Clark smiled in his reply. He looked below and witnessed the brutal nature of man and beast alike.

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In the most guarded part of the Blood River Cult, a man was seated in a lotus position.

"BOOM!" A loud sound echoed loudly and a terrible aura bloomed from around the body of the man.

"HAHAHA! I have finally reached the Dao Seeking Realm!"

"After almost 1 million years of tireless cultivation and an infinite amount of longevity pills, I have succeeded in my quest!" A crazy laughter rose up a minute after this lucky breakthrough.

This man was of course none other than the Sect Master of the Blood River Cult. In his joy, he wanted to go out and share this good news to his disciples and sect elders.

"BANG!" The doors that have not been opened up for hundreds of years parted in the middle.

"WHOOSH!" A quick figure then exited from this great cultivation room. It did not take long for the Sect Master to notice something strange outside.

"What the hell happened here?!"

"Where am i?" The Sect Master asked himself as he looked upon the unknown lands that he saw. His cultivation cave was located deep undergrounds of the Blood River Cult.

One could only imagine his shock when he ascended into an alien world entirely. The Blood River was gone and no pavilion remained standing at this time.

"You! Tell me, what is this place!" The Sect Master saw more than a dozen figures that were kneeling in place.

Their bodies were filled with mud and dirt that the Sect Master did not know that these were his very own disciples.

The few men and women survivors raised their heads up and they trembled when they saw the face of the newcomer.

"Sect Master! Hurry up and kneel quickly!" They wanted to say many words but this was the most urgent one they could think of.

"Who are you? Are you my d..." The Sect Master wrinkled his head in confusion.

He would have wished to finish his sentence but alas, a gentle wind landed around his body and he vanished into nothing. The Sect Master of the Blood River Sect died just like that.