The boundless netherworld was always gray, always monotonous in color. There were all kinds of undead creatures, fighting and killing each other endlessly. There was no sign of life.
There was no alternation of day and night, no concept of time, only deathly stillness and desolation. Above the barren land and gray sky, the undead creatures followed their ancient beliefs and fought tirelessly for a vaster territory. However, they did not know the purpose of all this.
Han Shuo followed his connection with the Little Skull and floated in the direction of the Little Skull. Since there was no concept of time, Han Shuo did not know how long he had been in this world. As he walked in the direction of the Little Skull, Han Shuo encountered all kinds of undead creatures along the way.
Many of these undead creatures had extended their sharp claws and fangs at Han Shuo in an attempt to devour the weak and small Han Shuo. Low level undead creatures would often be destroyed by Han Shuo's Soul Tremor magic that could directly impact the soul.
As for the higher-level undead creatures, Han Shuo's consciousness could sense their existence. Through this, Han Shuo could determine the strength of these undead creatures. He would take the initiative to avoid these ancient undead creatures, detour around their territory, and continue in the direction of the Little Skull.
After what seemed like a few days, Han Shuo sensed that the Little Skull was getting closer and closer to him. Based on the connection between the two, he knew that the Little Skull was rushing in his direction. This made Han Shuo feel a little touched. He was touched that the Little Skull had come all the way here to find him without any orders.
In the netherworld where the aura of death was incomparably dense, Han Shuo, who was only in the form of a ghost, had been constantly refining his consciousness. He tried to use the power of his demonic consciousness to manipulate the aura of death in this world. Gradually, Han Shuo even began to grasp some insights.
Demonic cultivators had the reputation of being immortal as long as their consciousness was indestructible. After reaching the separate demon realm, the soul would become a consciousness, possessing many special uses. Even if the physical body of a demonic cultivator was destroyed, as long as the consciousness was strong enough to attach to another body, they could use the new body to cultivate demonic arts again. After spending a hundred years, they could recover to their original state.
After escaping into this strange world, on one hand, Han Shuo was looking for a way to return to the Profound Continent. On the other hand, he was using this strand of consciousness to find a way to increase his strength. Before he could find a way to return to the Profound Continent, Han Shuo first needed to ensure that he could survive in this strange world.
Slowly, Han Shuo discovered that his consciousness had a miraculous ability to sense the aura of death. As Han Shuo explored, Han Shuo discovered that he could completely absorb and manipulate the aura of death that existed everywhere in this world. He could even condense the aura of death into sharp weapons to attack those undead creatures that had ill intentions towards him.
In the beginning, Han Shuo could only condense the aura of death into the form of arrows. Using Han Shuo's consciousness to activate the arrows, they could only pose a threat to some low-level skeletal warriors and zombies. They were even inferior to a simple bone arrow magic. As Han Shuo's consciousness gradually drew upon the aura of death, Han Shuo discovered that as long as he was given enough time, he could completely condense his consciousness into powerful attacks. The strength of those attacks could even surpass the Soul Tremor that Han Shuo deployed.
After a few more days, Han Shuo gradually discovered that condensing the aura of death with his consciousness could produce even more wondrous uses. Han Shuo even tried to use some high-quality skeletons to condense a dense, crystal-like aura of death within the bones, forging a skeleton body that was as white as jade for himself.
This pure white skeleton contained the aura of death condensed by Han Shuo's consciousness. Under the relentless compression of Han Shuo's consciousness, the aura of death condensed into crystal-like spots hidden within the bones. However, the quality of the bones that came from ordinary skeletal warriors really wasn't that great. When Han Shuo tried to condense more aura of death within them, the bones couldn't withstand it and exploded.
Han Shuo's use of this sparkling and translucent skeleton really did frighten many undead creatures that tried to attack him. Even a few high-level evil knights retreated in fear when they saw Han Shuo's enormous skeleton flickering with brilliant white light.
The evil knights obviously thought that Han Shuo's jade-like skeleton was the Skeleton King, the apex of the undead creature food chain. The Skeleton King was an apex existence just like the bone dragons. The Skeleton King's body contained an incomparably dense aura of death and possessed terrifying strength. Weak undead creatures were simply no match for it.
However, Han Shuo knew that this skeleton body condensed purely from the aura of death absolutely couldn't be compared to the Skeleton King's body. Even the bones of a bone demon were much weaker. However, Han Shuo wasn't discouraged. While searching for a way to return to Profound Continent, he continued to silently study the application of his consciousness in this world. He could feel that the distance between him and the Little Skull was getting closer and closer.
When Han Shuo passed by a desolate mountain with a dense aura of death lingering around it, his consciousness suddenly sensed several powerful presences. These presences were abnormally chaotic and unstable, as though a great battle was going on. There were many low-level undead creatures on the outskirts. These undead creatures were fighting each other, obviously from different camps.
Looking at the desolate mountain valley from afar, there were clouds of dense blue gas amidst the dense aura of death. The blue gas rose in spirals and slowly spread out from the valley. Some of the low-level undead creatures that were fighting extended their necks to suck in the blue gas, as though it was a delicious feast.
In this desolate netherworld, there were very few colors other than gray, white, and black. It had been a few days since Han Shuo entered this world, but this was the first time he saw the existence of blue. This caused Han Shuo to be flabbergasted. Looking at the raging battle in Tanai and sensing the killing between the presences, Han Shuo was somewhat puzzled about the scene inside.
While Han Shuo was puzzled, the dense blue gas slowly spread to the area where Han Shuo was located. The strands of blue gaseous substance submerged into Han Shuo's consciousness. His consciousness, which had consumed a lot of mental power, seemed to have been replenished and recovered bit by bit.
Han Shuo was pleasantly surprised. Originally, he was just passively letting the dense blue gas seep in. However, when Han Shuo sensed the benefits of the blue gas to the mental power inside his consciousness, he immediately began to operate his consciousness. Little by little, he analyzed the blue gas lingering around Tanai and used the power of his consciousness to slowly pull and absorb it.
During this period of time, Han Shuo had been studying how to use the power of his consciousness to manipulate the ubiquitous deathly energy of the undead world. Regarding this blue gas, which was completely different in nature but had the same characteristics of the undead world's aura, Han Shuo very quickly figured out the trick to absorbing it.
When Han Shuo's consciousness was operating at full strength, a large portion of the deathly energy that pervaded from the center of the valley was pulled by Han Shuo's consciousness and slowly submerged into Han Shuo's consciousness. Han Shuo had consumed a lot of mental power. Following the innumerable strands of blue gas, he recovered little by little.
The numerous undead creatures on the outskirts of the valley were still fighting fiercely. Broken bones and rotten flesh were everywhere on the gray earth. Under the orders of their respective masters, these low-ranked undead creatures fought with all their might. Midway, they didn't forget to greedily absorb the wisps of dense blue gas that drifted and dispersed.
After a short while, Han Shuo used his consciousness to absorb a lot of blue gas. His mental power had recovered to eighty percent of what it was when he came. There was no longer any dense blue gas spreading from the center of the valley. The blue gas further away was either absorbed by the numerous undead creatures or disappeared between heaven and earth.
Han Shuo, in the form of a pure white skeleton, stood in an area extremely far away from the valley. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly walked towards the center of the valley. At the same time, Han Shuo sensed that the Little Skull was getting closer and closer.
There was definitely something mysterious in the center of the valley. Han Shuo could sense it from the dense blue gas that was spreading out. Things that could increase one's mental strength were rarely heard of in the Profound Continent. Han Shuo didn't expect that there would be such a special thing in this strange and desolate world.
What made Han Shuo even more apprehensive was that when the dense blue gas was absorbed by Han Shuo's consciousness, there was actually a vague sense of familiarity. At first, Han Shuo didn't react. It was only when the dense blue gas stopped spreading from Tanai and Han Shuo stopped absorbing that Han Shuo reacted.
It seemed that when Han Shuo absorbed some kind of special energy at the bottom of the Cemetery of Death that greatly increased his mental strength, the energy he absorbed seemed to be somewhat similar to when he absorbed the dense blue gas. However, the energy last time was incomparably enormous, directly allowing Han Shuo to possess the mental strength of a grand magus. Although the dense blue gas he just absorbed was far inferior to the energy last time, its aura was indeed somewhat similar.
"I wonder what exactly is in the valley that can emit such a bizarre blue gas!"
It was precisely with such doubts in mind that although Han Shuo had sensed a few undead creatures that could threaten his existence in Tanai, he still decided to rush in to take a look. Perhaps he would be able to dispel some of his doubts in the valley.
A skeleton that was as white as jade, slightly taller than the average skeletal warrior, about 1.8 meters tall, was heading towards the source of the battle. Along the way, many low-level skeletal warriors and zombies immediately split off to attack Han Shuo's condensed body when they saw enemies of different camps approaching.
Along the way, Han Shuo's consciousness began to condense the aura of death. When those skeletal warriors and zombie warriors surrounded him, a crescent-shaped, greyish-white beam of light condensed from the aura of death suddenly shot out from the front of his tall skeleton.
The first dozen or so skeletal warriors and zombie warriors that surrounded him were hit by the beam of light condensed from the aura of death. Their frail souls couldn't withstand it and collapsed one after another. With a burst of creaking sounds, the skeletal warriors' bones fell apart one by one, while the zombie warriors also became a pile of rotten flesh and fell down.
A beam of light condensed from the aura of death flashed, and a dozen or so skeletal warriors and zombie warriors fell down. Another group of skeletal warriors and zombie warriors that had originally planned to come over paused for a moment. Then, under the powerful force that Han Shuo deliberately released, they discovered that this skeletal warrior was even taller and its bones were even more sparkling and translucent. It was not quite the same as their bodies.
Many of these low-level undead creatures had never seen what a skeleton king looked like. However, from the moment they were born, their souls had the imprint of this high-level undead creature. When they carefully looked at the body that Han Shuo had condensed, they mistakenly thought that Han Shuo was a skeleton king at the top of the undead creature food chain.
A path suddenly automatically opened up. These undead creatures were still fighting each other, but none of them intercepted Han Shuo, as if they were ignoring Han Shuo's existence.
However, Han Shuo knew that this was a kind of instinctive submission to high-level undead creatures. The path that automatically opened up led straight to the depths of the valley. These low-level undead creatures knew that Han Shuo's goal was the depths of the valley, so they naturally opened up a path for him.
Clang … Clang …
Han Shuo's consciousness drove this condensed skeleton body and walked step by step towards the valley. The surrounding undead creatures were still in full swing, and there was no longer a single low-level undead creature intercepting Han Shuo.
In the center of the valley, those formidable undead existences were still fighting each other. Han Shuo could sense their strength. As he gradually ventured deeper, Han Shuo gradually slowed down his pace. He began to carefully observe the situation around him, preparing to leave as soon as possible if the situation was unfavorable for him.
There were even more undead creatures fighting in the surroundings. There were many hate warriors and a few evil knights mixed in. Han Shuo knew that he was close to his target. Han Shuo deliberately released a tough stance and passed through these higher-level undead creatures, finally entering the center of the valley.
What first reflected in Han Shuo's eyes was a pitch-black spring. A malevolent plant was floating in the middle of the spring. It had many branches and looked somewhat frightening, like a man-eating flower that displayed its evil beauty to its heart's content. Tens of thousands of withered branches and leaves held up a cloud of blue smoke. Within the blue smoke was a teardrop the size of an eyeball, like a sapphire that burst forth with a resplendent and bizarre luster.
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