At that instant, it was the Late Stage of Life Mystic Realm wraith that made its move. Though it had sensed that Ye Xiwen was extremely troublesome, it still attacked. It could not resist the temptation of Ye Xiwen's flesh and blood.
A horrifying light flickered in its eyes. It had conceived an entirely new scheme.
It was a wraith. From the moment it had been born in a dazed, muddled state, it had already been a wraith, wandering endlessly through the lightless Abyssal Necropolis. Like other wraiths, it slowly devoured the death Qi in the air, constantly slaughtering other undead creatures and absorbing the power of death within their bodies.
No one knew how long such days had passed—ten thousand years, or perhaps a hundred thousand. At last, amid those muddled and unconscious days, it encountered a stroke of fortune and stepped into the Life Mystic Realm. After entering this realm, it unexpectedly awakened some memories from its former life and learned how to cultivate.
A wraith was itself a fusion of the resentment and death Qi of a fallen expert. In its previous life, it had also been an immensely powerful master. Through gradual cultivation, it had risen above countless wraiths and become the ruler of this region, the king of these wraiths.
But it was no longer satisfied with that. It was unwilling to remain forever in this lightless Abyssal Necropolis, quietly waiting for the eternal slumber that belonged to it.
Though many people viewed undead creatures as dead things, they were in truth still living beings. Even if they possessed memories from before death, they were entirely new lifeforms, creatures born from the physical bodies of the dead.
As long as they were living beings, they had their own lifespans. Undead creatures merely lived far longer