The morning of the third day.
A fog had risen outside the mountain gate of the Chaos Sacred Sect.
It was not white, but a murky gray, carrying the earthy stench of soil and... the smell of rot.
As usual, Lei Potian was sweeping the ground with a broom.
He swept very slowly, each stroke seeming to scrape away a layer of earth.
The broken sword was wrapped in ragged cloth and tucked at his waist. It looked like a bulging money pouch.
"Old Lei, something's wrong with this fog."
Lei Dong huddled inside the gatehouse, poking his head out furtively. "Why does it feel like someone's burning paper money at our doorstep?"
Lei Potian ignored him. He merely stopped moving, his murky eyes fixed on the fog shrouding the foot of the mountain.
"They're here."
He spoke in a low voice.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a series of heavy footsteps came from within the fog.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Each step made the ground tremble.
Immediately afterward, a gigantic black shadow broke through the fog and revealed its form.
It was a giant standing a full thirty feet tall. His skin was a bizarre bluish-purple, covered in black spots the size of copper coins.
He wore nothing but a strip of animal hide around his waist, and he carried a massive coffin on his shoulder.
The coffin was forged from black iron, its surface covered in blood-red runes and radiating a dense aura of death.
Sitting atop the coffin was a child in a red robe.
The child looked no more than seven or eight years old, with delicate, doll-like features, yet he held a pellet drum in his hand.
"Thud!"
The child shook the pellet drum once.
The giant carrying the coffin stopped in his