The Eastern Valley, the Huang Dynasty era. This place is known as "Death Valley"—a place where people are only seen entering, but never, ever seen leaving.
In this remote, desolate corner of the world, a demonic sect has existed for thousands of years, spreading terror among all living beings with its ultimate brutality.
The Heavenly Demon Sect.
Along with the Hehuan Sect and the Corpse Yin Sect, they form an evil alliance that makes the entire Xuantian Realm tremble: the "Three Great Demonic Cults."
"Aaaa...!"
A scream tore through the gloomy, silent sky.
"Have I... traveled through time?"
"Becoming a slave in this demonic cult?... What's the point of transmigration when this place is worse than death?"
In the outer court area of the Heavenly Demon Sect, at a square where countless demonic disciples gathered.
Lin Tian's pupils contracted. Faced with the grim reality, he could not accept it; his heart was filled with indignation.
As a transmigrator, he had somehow fallen into this wretched state.
Just last night, he had finished work and went drinking with friends. After only one night of drunkenness, he woke up to find himself in this hellish place.
On the square, he witnessed with his own eyes a slave falling from mid-air, his body reduced to only a half.
Thud!
The corpse landed nearby, blood splashing everywhere, a few drops hitting Lin Tian directly in the face. The pungent, metallic stench of blood rushed into his nose, making him nauseous.
"This is not a dream."
"Reality... this is reality."
That bloody scene was etched into his brain, shattering his final illusions.
Based on the vague memories of the body's previous owner, he knew he was in the Xuantian Realm—a brutal world of cultivation.
Furthermore, slaves like him would today become living "test subjects," serving as the source of power and practice targets for those demonic disciples.
Gulp... Lin Tian swallowed hard, his body trembling slightly.
Though he tried to keep a calm face, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his heart pounded as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.
This was the territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The Sect Leader was "Ghost Trapper"—a late-stage Nascent Soul old monster who had lived for thousands of years, advancing his cultivation by absorbing the flesh and blood of living beings.
For a thousand years, no mortal who fell into his hands had ever come out alive. They either became soulless husks or white skeletons used as decorations on this square.
He was a cold-blooded man who stopped at nothing to grow stronger.
"Damn it... I don't want to die! What can I do to escape this?"
He took a deep breath, struggling to find a glimmer of hope in this dead end. But...
"What are you looking at, you idiot?" A cold, mocking voice rang out from right behind him.
Slap!
A strike landed squarely on his face. The force was so strong it sent Lin Tian flying over ten meters away.
His face was torn open, blood gushing out and dripping onto the cold stone floor.
"Thinking of running? Haha... just you try."
Standing there was a disciple clad in a black cloak, his eyes as sharp as a venomous snake scanning his peers, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Lin Tian grimaced in pain.
His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh until it bled, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the fire of hatred and horror surging within his heart.