Chapter 43: Glimpse of Tiny World’s Upper Realm

For some unknown reason, Clayne felt that he absolutely needed to crush Old Demonic Fu.

It was not logic.

It was not emotion.

It was instinct.

Pure instinct.

Even while staring at the shattered mirror earlier, part of Clayne already knew that leaving the old demonic cultivator alive would become an enormous danger in the future. He honestly could not explain why he felt that way so strongly, because logically speaking, Old Demonic Fu should have been completely trapped forever. The old monster could not even escape after reaching Spirit Transformation Realm, and not only that, the mirror itself seemed impossible to damage from the inside. Old Demonic Fu attacked repeatedly earlier using demonic spells powerful enough to destroy sects, yet the mirror did not even receive a scratch. Everything pointed toward safety.

And yet—

Clayne still crushed it.

Because the instinct inside him screamed endlessly.

That same instinct that warned him whenever danger approached.

That same instinct that helped him react calmly against zombies.

That same instinct that helped him understand battle movements faster than ordinary people.

That same instinct born from the soul cultivator memories he absorbed earlier.

Right now, that instinct told him something very clearly.

Old Demonic Fu must die completely.

No hesitation.

No mercy.

No chances.

And so—

Clayne crushed the mirror.

CRAAAAACK!!!

The mirror instantly exploded apart between his fingers.

Sharp fragments scattered everywhere across the tiny spiritual forest below while Old Demonic Fu’s soul let out one final scream filled with hatred, disbelief, fear, and unwillingness.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Then suddenly—

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Old Demonic Fu’s soul instantly shattered apart like smoke struck by a hurricane. His spirit body broke into countless crimson particles that scattered everywhere before slowly fading apart into nothingness. The terrifying demonic cultivator who once dominated countless cultivators, slaughtered sects, refined souls, and reached Spirit Transformation Realm died just like that.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly exhaled afterward while staring at the fading soul fragments.

Honestly, he thought everything already ended.

But suddenly—

Something strange happened.

The shattered soul fragments did not disappear completely.

Instead, a thick blood red mist suddenly emerged from the remains of Old Demonic Fu’s dissipating soul. The demonic aura surrounding the mist looked ancient and terrifying. The moment it appeared, the lively spiritual forest inside the tiny world instantly became colder. Several nearby beasts immediately fled deeper into the mountains while countless birds scattered into the skies desperately.

Even the spiritual grasses bent downward.

The atmosphere itself seemed disturbed.

Meanwhile, Clayne instinctively stepped backward slightly afterward while staring at the red mist.

"What the hell is that...?"

But before he could react further—

WHOOSH!!!

The blood red mist instantly surged upward directly into his forehead.

"Wait—"

Too late.

The demonic mist entered his consciousness immediately afterward.

And the next moment—

His mind exploded.

Boom.

Countless memories flooded violently into his consciousness all at once like endless oceans crashing against him. Massive amounts of information surged through his mind so quickly that Clayne almost lost awareness briefly. He suddenly saw battlefields stretching endlessly beneath crimson skies while mountains collapsed under immortal spells. He saw cultivators flying through storms of swords while rivers turned red from blood.

He saw Old Demonic Fu slaughtering sect disciples using soul chains.

Saw ancient forbidden ruins buried beneath oceans.

Saw giant corpse mountains used as sacrificial altars.

Saw soul refinement furnaces burning living humans alive.

Saw Nascent Soul experts fighting in the skies while cities below disintegrated from the aftershocks alone.

Meanwhile, endless cultivation knowledge poured into his head afterward.

Soul searching arts.

Blood sacrificial arrays.

Corpse puppet techniques.

Flying sword methods.

Demonic concealment arts.

Soul suppression techniques.

Body refinement methods.

Formation carving.

Poison refinement.

Pill creation.

Ancient demonic incantations.

Forbidden immortal spells.

Everything surged endlessly into his mind.

The sheer amount of knowledge felt horrifying.

Meanwhile, Clayne’s breathing rapidly became heavier afterward because unlike the smaller memories he absorbed earlier from weaker cultivators, Old Demonic Fu’s memories felt endless. Absolutely endless. It was like trying to swallow an ocean using bare hands.

Not only cultivation knowledge entered his head.

There were also Old Demonic Fu’s countless experiences.

Old Demonic Fu kneeling before terrifying upper realm cultivators.

Old Demonic Fu escaping sect extermination hunts.

Old Demonic Fu betraying allies.

Old Demonic Fu massacring entire villages to cultivate demonic arts.

Old Demonic Fu surviving heavenly tribulations while half his body burned apart.

Old Demonic Fu fighting rival demonic cultivators inside forbidden realms.

Old Demonic Fu stealing inheritances from ancient tombs.

Old Demonic Fu discovering terrifying cultivation methods hidden beneath corpse seas.

Everything flooded into Clayne’s consciousness one after another endlessly.

At first—

Clayne honestly felt ecstatic.

Because this was exactly what he needed.

Knowledge.

More cultivation knowledge.

More spells.

More combat experience.

More ways to survive this terrifying apocalyptic world.

Especially concealment methods.

Movement techniques.

Defensive formations.

Long range attacks.

Everything.

Meanwhile, inside the sea of memories, Clayne even witnessed terrifying immortal spells capable of swallowing mountains whole. He saw demonic seas consuming entire sects. Saw soul dragons devouring cultivators alive while screaming. Saw corpse armies marching beneath blood moons while endless wailing souls echoed from the skies.

The more he saw—

The more shocked he became.

Old Demonic Fu truly was terrifying during his lifetime.

Absolutely terrifying.

And yet—

Suddenly—

Something strange happened.

The memories began disappearing.

At first, Clayne thought he imagined it.

But then another memory vanished.

Then another.

Then another.

The immortal spell formulas he remembered moments earlier suddenly became blurry.

The detailed cultivation methods rapidly faded.

Ancient formation knowledge disappeared completely.

Soul arts crumbled apart like sand slipping through fingers.

"What?!"

Clayne instantly became alarmed afterward.

"No no no no—"

He hurriedly focused harder desperately, trying memorizing the cultivation methods again before they vanished completely.

But it became worse.

Far worse.

The memories continuously disappeared one after another.

Even Old Demonic Fu’s personal experiences started collapsing.

The knowledge faded rapidly.

Like something was forcefully erasing them from existence itself.

Meanwhile, Clayne grabbed his own head tightly afterward while gritting his teeth.

"What the hell is happening?!"

Several moments earlier, he could still clearly remember complete immortal spells and cultivation methods.

Now—

Only fragments remained.

Even Old Demonic Fu’s face slowly became blurry inside his memories.

Like his existence itself was disappearing.

Then suddenly—

Inside the fading sea of memories—

Clayne saw something.

An object.

A seed.

A tiny black crimson seed floating silently within the disappearing memories.

The seed looked ancient.

Covered entirely with strange runes.

And surrounding it—

A transparent bubble like forcefield protected it completely.

The moment Clayne noticed the seed—

He immediately understood instinctively.

This thing caused everything.

Without hesitation, Clayne mentally reached toward it.

The seed instantly trembled afterward.

Meanwhile, the transparent forcefield surrounding it suddenly released terrifying pressure capable crushing ordinary cultivators instantly.

But to Clayne—

It felt weak.

Very weak.

Because the moment his fingers touched the forcefield—

CRACK!!!

The transparent barrier shattered instantly like thin glass.

Then immediately afterward—

Clayne grabbed the seed directly between two fingers.

The tiny seed violently trembled afterward while strange crimson symbols glowed across its surface desperately.

Then—

CRUNCH!!!

Clayne crushed it instantly.

The seed exploded apart completely afterward.

And at the same moment—

Far beyond the tiny world.

Far beyond mortal cultivation realms.

Far beyond countless lower planes.

In upper realm that resembles the Tiny world, Overflowing endlessly with immortal qi—

Several terrifying cultivators suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously.

A gigantic throne hall stretched endlessly beneath heavenly skies filled with immortal stars. Massive pillars carved from immortal jade supported the enormous hall while rivers of spiritual light flowed across the floor itself. The pressure radiating from the cultivators gathered there felt terrifying enough destroying lower realms accidentally.

Some possessed golden halos behind them.

Some carried suns inside their pupils.

Others radiated endless sword qi merely from breathing.

Meanwhile, seated upon the highest throne—

A man wearing a dark robe and an ancient crown slowly opened his eyes.

The instant his eyes opened—

Every immortal cultivator present immediately lowered their heads respectfully.

Because this existence—

Was one of the rulers of countless cultivation worlds.

The Soul King.

Meanwhile, the Soul King slowly lifted one hand afterward.

A tiny cracking sound echoed softly beside him.

Then—

One small crimson light extinguished completely.

The Soul King’s eyes narrowed slightly afterward.

"One of the ten thousand soul seeds I sent into the mortal worlds..."

"...was destroyed."

The moment those words left his mouth—

The surrounding immortal cultivators instantly became shocked.

"What?!"

"A soul seed was destroyed?!"

"How is that possible?!"

Several immortal cultivators immediately looked horrified afterward because they knew clearly what those soul seeds truly were.

Fragments.

Fragment Souls of the Soul King himself.

Even inside mortal worlds, those soul seeds existed beyond ordinary understanding. They could survive heavenly tribulations, soul destruction, body annihilation, and even Third stage Ascendant death.

And yet—

One was destroyed.

And the Soul King himself.

Meanwhile, several immortal cultivators began discussing rapidly afterward.

"A lower realm should not possess something capable destroying a soul seed."

"Unless an immortal descended."

"But no immortal fluctuations were detected."

"Could some ancient forbidden existence remain hidden there?"

The atmosphere inside the throne hall gradually became heavier afterward.

Meanwhile, the Soul King himself remained calm.

Very calm.

Then slowly—

The corners of his lips curled slightly upward.

"In every cultivation world..."

"No matter how small..."

"There will always exist things beyond explanation."

His voice sounded calm, yet the immortal cultivators surrounding him still nodded respectfully afterward because the Soul King’s understanding far surpassed theirs completely.

Meanwhile, the Soul King slowly closed his eyes briefly afterward.

Then suddenly—

His eyes reopened.

And this time—

A strange crimson light flickered within them.

"There is still a remnant."

The surrounding immortal cultivators instantly became silent afterward.

Meanwhile, the Soul King leaned slightly against his throne while staring downward toward countless lower worlds.

Then calmly—

Almost curiously—

He spoke once more.

"I want to see..."

"...what kind of mortal being destroyed it."