Clayne slowly leaned his back against the hallway wall afterward while breathing heavily through his nose.

Honestly, everything happening around him already felt too insane.

Far too insane.

A strange cocoon appeared inside the restroom earlier.

Then afterward, there was that horrifying undead creature that crawled up the building walls like a spider and nearly entered through the classroom window several floors above the ground.

And now, there were mutated humans with blood red tails that looked like exposed muscle and living flesh.

Not only that, those same people could eat undead flesh without immediately turning into zombies, yet afterward they slowly transformed into something even more horrifying he was not interested in knowing.

The more Clayne thought about everything, the heavier his chest felt.

Because the apocalypse only started several days ago.

Several days.

Yet creatures like those already existed.

What about later?

What kind of monsters would appear after weeks?

Months?

Years?

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly rubbed his forehead afterward while forcing himself to calm down.

Sure, he became stronger.

Much stronger than before.

His body had already surpassed ordinary humans after cultivating.

His strength increased.

His speed improved.

His senses became terrifyingly sharp.

And because of the instinct inherited from the soul he destroyed before, he could now stay calm during dangerous situations and fight with cold precision.

But even then—

He still felt unsafe.

Deeply unsafe.

Because strength alone clearly was not enough anymore.

What if several mutated creatures attacked together?

What if another cocoon suddenly appeared nearby?

What if stronger undead existed beyond the crawling one earlier?

And worst of all—

What if there were creatures that his strengthened tile fragments could no longer kill?

The thought alone made his scalp numb slightly.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly looked toward the tiny immortal world afterward.

Then suddenly—

A thought appeared inside his mind.

Concealment.

If immortal cultivators possessed flying swords, formations, spiritual treasures, magical arts, soul techniques, and all sorts of impossible powers...

Then surely—

There should be techniques for hiding too.

Concealment arrays.

Aura suppression methods.

Stealth formations.

Anything.

At this point, Clayne no longer simply wanted strength.

He wanted safety.

He wanted methods that could hide him from all the terrifying things slowly appearing outside.

Immediately afterward, Clayne carefully unfolded the tiny immortal world once more.

The moment it opened, his eyes slightly widened.

The Silent Sword Sect looked completely different compared to before.

The floating islands looked clean and orderly now.

The blood stains from earlier battles had already disappeared.

The floating immortal towers stood proudly beneath the night sky while spiritual mist slowly drifted around them peacefully.

Several disciples trained throughout the islands.

Some practiced sword arts near waterfalls.

Some cultivated cross legged beneath ancient trees.

Some sparred against fellow disciples while spiritual energy flashed through the air.

Compared to before—

The entire sect looked alive again.

And somehow, Clayne could even feel the dense spiritual aura overflowing from the floating islands.

Everything looked richer in energy now.

Likely because of the items and spiritual resources he accidentally introduced into the tiny world.

Meanwhile, Clayne silently watched the disciples training afterward.

Honestly, he wanted asking directly about concealment techniques immediately.

But at the same time—

He hesitated slightly.

Because asking too desperately might expose weakness.

And weakness could eventually become dangerous.

Even though the Silent Sword Sect disciples respected him deeply right now, Clayne still maintained caution inside his heart.

Then suddenly—

A loud furious voice erupted from inside the mirror containing Fu Shugao’s spirit.

"You useless brat!"

The old demonic cultivator’s spirit floated inside the mirror angrily afterward while glaring toward one of the disciples training nearby.

The disciple instantly became startled afterward. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao continued shouting loudly.

"That movement is wrong!"

"Your sword path is completely unstable!"

"You’re wasting spiritual energy every single time you swing!"

The disciple’s face immediately became ugly afterward.

"How dare you insult the teachings of my Silent Sword Sect, you demonic old ghost!"

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao instantly sneered afterward.

"Your Silent Sword Sect?"

"Hah!"

"In my era, sects like yours would not even qualify carrying shoes for the Blood Soul Sect!"

The disciple instantly became furious.

Yet unexpectedly—

Fu Shugao suddenly continued speaking rapidly afterward.

"If you truly want improving, move your left foot backward half an inch."

The disciple froze slightly afterward.

Then Fu Shugao immediately continued.

"Lower your shoulder."

"Rotate your waist properly."

"Stop relying completely on arm strength."

"Your spiritual flow collides near the second circulation point every time you swing."

The disciple looked suspicious afterward.

Yet eventually, he still followed the instructions.

Then suddenly—

His sword movement changed completely.

The sword became smoother.

Faster.

More stable.

The disciple instantly widened his eyes afterward.

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao laughed arrogantly.

"You finally stopped looking like a blind chicken waving metal around."

The disciple’s expression immediately changed afterward.

Because the improvement felt obvious even to him.

Then immediately afterward, Fu Shugao continued instructing loudly.

"Again!"

"No!"

"You’re still wasting movement!"

"Focus!"

"Your breathing rhythm is garbage!"

"Circulate the spiritual energy properly!"

The disciple hurriedly followed every instruction afterward.

Meanwhile, Clayne silently observed everything carefully.

Honestly, he found the situation strange.

Very strange.

Fu Shugao was a demonic cultivator.

An old monster.

There was no way somebody like that suddenly became kind naturally.

Yet despite continuously insulting the disciple—

He truly seemed to be teaching him.

And the results were undeniably real.

The disciple’s sword movements visibly improved little by little.

However—

Several moments later—

Something suddenly went wrong.

The disciple’s body abruptly trembled afterward.

Then immediately—

His face turned pale.

"AAHHH!"

He suddenly coughed blood while clutching his chest painfully.

The spiritual energy around his body instantly became chaotic.

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao immediately burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"You stupid little brat!"

"You circulated the energy incorrectly!"

"That sword movement directly connected toward the wrong meridian!"

"Your spiritual flow collided against itself!"

The disciple collapsed to one knee afterward while sweating heavily from pain.

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao continued mocking him nonstop.

"You disciples of the Silent Sword Sect truly are mediocre!"

"You memorize techniques without understanding them!"

"You blindly follow manuals like idiots!"

"If this happened during real battle, your enemies would already cut your head off!"

The disciple gritted his teeth painfully afterward while desperately trying stabilizing the chaotic spiritual energy inside his body.

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao laughed even louder.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Look at you!"

"You cannot even stabilize such a small backlash!"

"You harmed yourself through your own stupidity!"

The disciple’s breathing gradually became unstable afterward.

Then eventually—

Clayne casually dropped a small amount of spiritual water near him.

The disciple instantly widened his eyes afterward.

Then immediately—

He hurriedly drank the water respectfully.

The moment the spiritual water entered his body—

The disciple visibly shivered.

A dense spiritual aura instantly erupted around him afterward.

Warm energy rapidly spread throughout his injured meridians while the chaotic spiritual flow slowly stabilized.

The disciple immediately sat cross legged afterward.

Then slowly—

His breathing calmed.

The pain on his face gradually disappeared.

Meanwhile, spiritual mist continuously flowed around him while his body absorbed the dense energy rapidly.

Several nearby disciples immediately looked envious afterward.

Because everyone inside the Silent Sword Sect already knew how precious the Senior Deity’s divine water truly was.

The disciple himself looked emotional afterward.

Then eventually, he opened his eyes before bowing deeply toward the sky.

"Thank you for healing me, Senior Deity."

Meanwhile—

Clayne’s attention already moved elsewhere.

Toward the mirror.

Toward Fu Shugao.

Honestly, a strange thought suddenly appeared inside his mind.

If ordinary objects disappeared or changed once removed from the tiny world...

Then what about souls?

Immediately afterward, Clayne carefully picked up the mirror containing Fu Shugao’s spirit.

The old demonic cultivator instantly became startled.

"What are you doing?!"

His voice suddenly became nervous afterward.

Meanwhile, Clayne silently lifted the mirror higher.

Then slowly—

He pulled it outside the tiny immortal world completely.

Fu Shugao immediately screamed afterward.

"What is happening?!"

The old demonic cultivator’s face became horrified.

Meanwhile—

Clayne silently observed carefully.

Honestly, he fully expected Fu Shugao’s spirit turning into dust immediately after leaving the tiny world.

But instead—

The old demonic cultivator’s soul remained completely intact.

And Clayne’s eyes slowly widened from surprise afterward.