It was a tombstone roughly forty meters in height and covered in weathered cracks. Still, Lu Yun was able to make out the scarlet characters etched into the stone: Tomb of the Venerated Sacrosanct Demon Sovereign.

It was written in the language of the primordial world of immortals, seemingly with fresh blood. The blood was still flowing, not yet dry even after such a long period of time.

The little nun and Wanfeng’s junior sister stood before the tomb, the latter looking ahead nervously. Their pale complexions made clear the magnitude of their severe injuries.

A swarm of powerful zombies slowly approached them.

“You fled with your tail between your legs after the sect head...