The World of Murim was attacked by unknown plague and the remaining humans that survived were immune.
Sects were attacked one by one and fell. The source of the plague was unknown but they were investigating it. The infected person with plague died and rose again and became rabid. Biting all who saw it. They even attack and ate several persons.
All the Sects made an alliance and then defended the remaining humanity. But it was still not enough. They all perished.
Sun Xin was an immune that was a cultivator of forbidden arts. He was able to have master the hardest technique to master which was the Cloning Technique.
Inside the room that was for masters, Sun Xin was cultivating on his king sized bed, being in a lotus position and eyes closed.
A rushing wind was felt when his disciple went to open the door and called, for him. "Master! Grandmaster Lin is calling for you. It's desperately urgent." He bowed then waited for Sun Xin respond.
"So they have arrived? This early?" He replied. Opening his eyes and then went out of his bed. "I will be there in a minute. I have to prepare." He said then went to grab his plated armor.
"As you wish master!" He immediately left.
Outside the veranda of their sect. Above their tower, stood their Patriarch Lin. He was watching with weary eyes having no sleep for many days.
"The hordes of zombies have become stronger with each day we won't cull them. They were accumulating with other hordes and have become a greater horde. Our barrier array won't hold long. We must make a move now." He said then Sun Xin arrived.
"I am sorry for the late appearance. I rested for a night and they were already a greater horde." Sun Xin then bowed at his master.
"Don't worry about them. You already have fought for a week and needed rest." Their Patriarch said welcoming him.
"We will try to attack them full force when our barrier will get destroyed. Until then, rise the morale of our men. We must stop them at all cost!" He said to Sun Xin.
"As you wish Sect Patriarch." He said to him.
It was then, the Elders of the Sect arrived. Five Elders came. They were all wearing their armors.
"Elders! We must protect this Sect at all cost!" The Patriarch shouted.
"Of course Patriarch, you don't have to remind us." Said the Sword Sovereign. Spear Sovereign, Fist Sovereign, Staff and Hammer Sovereign. The other elders nodded and were all in agreement.
They soon saw the array to have cracks and they all were alarmed.
"Everyone! Attack with the aim to kill! We have fought Cultivators and Beasts before! A mere zombie that are not cultivation will be not worthy to kill us!" Sun Xin shouted.
They saw the cracks getting larger and larger, making them to grit their teeth and readied to attack.
Crack!
Until the barrier collapsed. They roared and then they attacked. It was the last stand of the sect against thousands of zombie hordes...
They were only 300 plus.....
Battle bells rang and then they clashed with the hordes. They released their qi and masterfully attacked with their techniques.....
They were in the walls of their sect...Sun Xin watched from above and then saw the numerous hordes coming from the entrance of the valley.
Sun Xin was on standby and watched from the top of their sect veranda, then the elders soon made their move. They attacked the hordes and then sprayed blood on the process.
They all attacked and charged to the thousands of hordes.
Sun Xin's specialty was trainer of the sect.....he knew the basic martial arts that was why he was on the side of the Patriarch.
"Your Cloning Technique is our trump card for this mass of horde, in this fight against zombies, you are our hope." Lin said to him.
"....but they were hard to control and you have limits as of now. 4 clones right?" He asked.
"Yes Patriarch." Sun Xin replied.
Patriarch Lin then was in thoughts, 'Cloning ..... A Forbidden technique. In the near future.....They will know martial techniques but just the basics.....Controlling them was hard enough how much more with their techniques....'
He then realised that the Sect will have its future in his hands. With his mastery of the basics and then his Cloning Technique and Trainer mastery. He could rebuild the Sect no matter what happens.
Patriarch then attacked then they battled together with Sun Xin. His Patriarch then grabbed his sword and then with his wind blade technique, he slashed his sword in an arc. Cleaving through hundreds of Zombies on the process.
Sun Xin then attacked and used his Cloning Technique and leaped from the top of veranda. Landing with boom. He immediately summoned his staff from the spatial ring and then 4 of his clones attacked.
...
An 7 hours passed and the horde numbers were still numerous. They were already exhausted their Qi and the others could not cope up with the toll of fighting for hours.
He fought with his sect members and then the bloodshed bathed the ground with red. They all attacked and Sun Xin was the only one left with his Patriarch.... They fought side by side but his Patriarch made a decision....the clan must perpetuate and someone has to continue it.
And so he decided to give the sect emblem to him....
"I will entrust this emblem to you. You must rebuild the sect and then survive. Just survive everyday and save anyone you could save. I am old and you are still young. You are now the Sect Patriarch." He said to him then he faced the horde.
Sun Xin was handed with the emblem of the sect making him now the patriarch....or elder....but he was weak compared to him...
"I am not worthy master!" Sun Xin refused.
But his master told him, "The future of the sect will be better in your hands... You are still young and lively, unlike me that was of old age now. I will hold them off as you go, spread the teachings of our Murim Sect! Don't fail as failing means death to all of us Humanity!"
He bit his lips then fled.
His master then took his last stand....he realised that he was the only one left, it was only the wails of the zombies that he could hear. And as well as pained shrieking sounds of the ones being eaten alive.
It was spine chilling, but he roared then slashed more wind blades cleaving through the flesh of the zombies. Making him to deal great numbers to them.