Standing before the Dungeon Gate, everyone felt as if they were caught in an endless loop.
Because the Blood Clan Dungeon Gate was also a decayed Castle Gate, almost identical to the Castle Gate we had just passed through.
Normally, dungeon gates were simple, square earth doors, leading deep into dark underground passages.
But now, right before us stood a castle stone door, and when we pushed it open, inside churned a chaotic, blood-red magic, actually a teleportation array. Nobody knew where it would send us once we stepped through.
Of course! It would teleport us into the dungeon to meet our doom. Where else could it possibly lead?
“Everyone, stay alert. Let’s move out.” The Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon hoisted his Azure Dragon Spear, turned to us with a confident smile, and was the first to leap through the Blood Gate.
One after another, everyone dove into the crimson magic portal, entering this bizarre and eerie Blood Clan Dungeon.
When it came to the Demon Hunter Team, to avoid being scattered by the teleportation, the five of them awkwardly huddled close, holding hands as they stepped into the Blood Gate.
Our vision instantly flooded with red; it was suffocatingly uncomfortable.
But for Samimi and Niubao, this was already familiar—it was just teleportation.
From this alone, it was clear that even among dungeons, the Crimson Court was top-tier, as it possessed teleportation capabilities.
Usually, dungeon entrances didn’t require teleportation because the dungeons were buried underground; you could just walk through tunnels to reach them.
A dungeon with a teleportation gate was a higher-level dungeon, hidden deep beneath the surface, making it far more advanced.
Yet, the Crimson Court was even more than that!
As everyone’s vision cleared, none could help but marvel at the scene before them.
We found ourselves back at the front gate of the cliffside castle, but the surroundings had drastically changed—strange wild grass and trees grew uncontrollably, the sky was stained crimson, and a Black Sun hung ominously overhead.
It was so surreal that everyone stood dumbfounded for a long while.
“What’s going on? Have we been teleported underground? But what is this strange phenomenon?”
The Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon approached the cliffside castle’s gate and pushed against it, but it didn’t budge—seemingly fused with the space around it.
This baffled everyone even more. They circled the castle and found not only the front gate, but all windows and back doors were sealed shut—completely impassable.
And it wasn’t just a simple seal; it was reinforced by blood magic, making it nearly impervious to normal attacks.
“What’s happening? Have we not actually entered the dungeon?” Director General Messer Ellen began to sweat nervously.
“It’s an Extradimensional Space.” Just as everyone was at a loss, the Demon-Hunting Nun spoke coldly, immediately drawing everyone’s full attention.
Samimi stood by the cliff’s edge, gazing downward with strange behavior.
This instantly attracted all teammates to come take a look.
What we saw was terrifying—a true Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea lay beneath the cliff, piled high with countless writhing bones.
That’s right, below the cliff were only wriggling severed limbs and remains, an endless Zombie Mountains and Rivers.
“Ugh~” Director General Messer Ellen almost vomited at the horrifying sight.
Though the others held themselves better, their faces were all pale as death, silent for fear of gagging.
No matter what, they’d surely have nightmares from now on.
“Dreams? Let’s just focus on surviving to get out of here first,” Samimi muttered with a smile.
Only now did everyone realize this quirky Demon-Hunting Nun wasn’t bothered by the gore one bit—in fact, she seemed to want to look more closely.
“Nun, do you know what this is?” asked the Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon.
“This is a Spiritual-Material Space constructed by immense blood magic. But I know it’s hard for you all to comprehend. Just understand that this is the Blood Clan’s extradimensional lair, the true nature of this dungeon. It’s far more sophisticated than the dungeons built by ancient human mages,” Samimi explained.
Her words left everyone utterly confused—those without magical knowledge couldn’t grasp it, and even mages would find it difficult to understand. It was complex yet awe-inspiring.
Remember the spiritual link space created by the four healer sisters? They could build a mental realm to practice magic. This is based on the same principle, but much larger and different.
Here, there is only one massive magic core, capable of forming a vast mental world by a single individual. It can pull enemies into its spiritual world to torment them. You can think of this place as a Magic Space Domain.
“Demon-Hunting Nun, have you uncovered any crucial intelligence? Could you share it with us?” the Papal Left Hand stepped forward respectfully.
“Such immense blood magic power, enough to rival a god, is rare among ghosts. So it’s easy to guess the dungeon’s master—only the Vampire Progenitor possesses this level of blood magic. The original Blood Clan ancestor, equivalent to our Human Emperor,” Samimi stated seriously.
The explanation sounded like a dream, so real it was hard to tell if it was true.
Moreover, as the only Demon-Hunting Nun present, specializing in combating the Blood Clan, if anyone was trustworthy, it was her.
“Do you see the spirits below the cliff? Those are the total number of souls the Progenitor has fed upon. All victims’ blood and souls are forever trapped in this blood-red extradimensional space, becoming the source of the Progenitor’s power,” Samimi solemnly introduced.
“According to you… we’re doomed, right? How can we possibly defeat the Progenitor?” asked the Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon.
“We can. Because the Vampire Progenitor should currently be sealed. We don’t need to kill it, only maintain the seal,” Samimi clarified.
Wow! That was incredibly reassuring—her words restored everyone’s confidence like a calming balm.
“The appearance of this blood-red extradimensional space means the seal has weakened. The Progenitor is still slumbering, but some of its power has leaked out. This power will kill all invaders, lift the seal, and awaken its true form,” Samimi said gravely.
“So what should we do?” the Papal Left Hand asked.
“We can’t go back now; no retreat is possible. The only way to leave is to reinforce the seal,” Samimi replied.
“I mean, how do we strengthen the seal? And where is the Progenitor’s true body?” the Papal Left Hand pressed further.
“You’ve already seen the Progenitor’s true body,” Samimi smiled gently and pointed to the zombie hell beneath the cliff. “I told you—the Progenitor’s power source is these millions of trapped souls. Its true form is this Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea below. But its will is still sealed in slumber. Once the seal is broken, this pile of remains will gain sentience, descend into reality, and devour everything we hold dear—turning us all into vampire fodder.”
Everyone involuntarily gasped, goosebumps rising, hair tousled by the blood-red wind.
And this Demon-Hunting Nun really knows her stuff. How can she be so knowledgeable?
But this is exactly how a transmigrator should operate.