After Death, It's Not Too Much to Make a Contribution, Is It?

Wang Teng held the Crystal Skull in his hand, carefully probing it with his Spirit Power. Only after confirming that the Black Bandits Leader had completely dissipated did he finally relax.

The Black Bandits Leader had been an exceedingly cunning existence. Wang Teng could not be certain whether he had some backup plan left.

Now, it seemed that the Crystal Skull had been the last means he could use.

That made sense. Matters concerning spirit and souls were far too profound. Neither on Earth Star nor Star Martial Continent had Wang Teng heard of any method that could allow a Soul Body to exist independently.

Even the Nether Burial skill he had obtained from the Holy Mountain was merely an extremely special combat skill. Although it could separate a Soul Body from its host, the chance of success was pitifully low.

Moreover, because the separated Soul Body had not left the body through normal means, it suffered immense damage.

The so-called Nether Burial was, in truth, a forcible stripping and tearing apart, causing nearly irreparable harm to the Soul Body.

Furthermore, a drawn-out Soul Body could not exist in reality for long. It could only be kept within Death Space; otherwise, it would quickly dissipate and perish.

That Death Space had been cultivated through secret techniques by generations of Saint Knights from Cancer Palace on the Holy Mountain, filling it with deathly aura so that soul-like entities could exist within it.

No, those beings could no longer be called Soul Bodies. It was more fitting to call them undead.

They possessed no consciousness and could only be controlled by others, wandering about mindlessly...

In short, the Death Space controlled by the Saint Knights of Cancer Palace was an extremely unique existence, and it was far from complete.

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