“Hmm?” A headless samurai wielding his katana marched slowly along the middle of a wide street. His ribs protruded out of his chest like sprouting willow branches, while hundreds of blight vermin surrounded him on all sides.

The willow branches appeared to have a mind of their own. Whenever they drew close to a blight vermin, they would nimbly avoid the blight vermin’s carapace and plunge straight into their bodies through the mouths or soft joints. And then, the blight vermin’s body would promptly shrivel up before they could even cry out in misery. There were innumerable blight vermin corpses in the wake of the samurai’s path of travel, yet he had proceeded so stealthily and silently that the blight vermin not in direct line of sight of the samurai remained completely oblivious to his presence.

The headless samurai turned around, revealing Oda Nobunaga’s head which rested in his chest cavity. He gazed into the distance, “That’s not the direction that Murai-kun had gone. Then… the one causing a stir there must be none other than Qin-kun…”

“Such great commotion… Could he have encountered the same obstacles that I’m faced with?”

He looked on for several seconds more, before turning around and continuing on his unhurried trek to the end of the street, where a stoic temple sat silently. The temple was completely black in colour, and there was a statue of the Harken on the left, and a statue of the xiezhi unicorn on the right. Countless spots of netherflames hovered everywhere in its vicinity,...