The Corpse Controlling Sect.
Lamplight flickered. Everything was so dim, so eerie.
Coffins stood in neat rows in the courtyard.
They gave off an eerie glow.
Outside the courtyard's dry well, the sect master of the Corpse Controlling Sect used several thick black iron chains to lower a coffin into the well.
From time to time, he tossed in a couple of bloodstained fingers.
Rustling immediately came from inside the coffin, as though something were constantly clawing at its lid.
It made one's hair stand on end and sent chills down the spine, making one truly experience that sense of terror.
The sect master stroked the coffin, his eyes blood-red and his expression tender, as though he were looking at his lover, so infatuated, so burning hot.
Then he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Eat. Eat your fill and grow up quickly. In two days, you'll astound the entire Divine Sect of the demonic path. All these years, I've fed you my own blood essence and searched everywhere for flesh and blood for you. At last, you've grown to this point. Now that demon is seriously injured, and the Divine Sect's greatest weakness is its physical constitution. Its members can only fight using Dharma Forms."
"And you happen to be the bane of Dharma Forms. You feed on them. Perhaps only the Body Sect in the bitterly cold lands could restrain you somewhat. But everyone under heaven knows that demon is the Divine Sect Leader and knows nothing about body tempering. This is your perfect opportunity."
"In two days, the time will come for my Corpse Controlling Sect to rise. Heh heh..."
In the darkness, he let out the standard villain's laugh, his voice so hoarse and terrifying.
The three major sects brimmed with confidence. Other smaller sects and