Wu Yang Jin pondered for a moment, seeming to consider something.
"If I had to put it that way... I suppose I'm the Lord of the Undead."
"Lord of the Undead?" Ling Zichen frowned slightly, clearly not understanding.
"Simply put, the undead power I wield is far beyond Ha Luosa's level. I learned it from the true Holy Necromancer—Electrolux." Wu Yang Jin gave a soft laugh, his tone calm.
"Electrolux?!" Ling Zichen's pupils contracted as she stared at him in shock.
Electrolux—the most powerful necromancer, the man hailed as the "Undead Calamity"!
This story had been recorded in historical accounts concerning Ancestor Long Shuang Han, so some people on this continent knew the name Electrolux.
"Are you joking?" Ling Zichen eyed him suspiciously.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Wu Yang Jin looked at her helplessly.
"Forget it. You've never been an ordinary person anyway."
"Of course not." Wu Yang Jin smiled and shrugged.
"I'm honestly speechless. No wonder Ha Luosa was so wary of you..."
As for Tang Wu Lin, he had already passed the third trial of this assessment.
At that moment, the Sea God Trident, dazzling with golden light, stood quietly before him, still radiating a sacred and imposing aura.
Yet the shock in Tang Wu Lin's heart was beyond words. The trident's shaft was covered in crisscrossing cracks, as though it had endured the ravages of countless years and battles. Only its blades remained incomparably sharp, shining with brilliant golden radiance, as if symbolizing its divine might that would never fade.
An ancient, majestic voice rang in his ears—
"The Sea God's third trial, Imprint, has been passed. You may choose to return, or continue onward to face even more difficult trials."
Night had fallen, but the lights of God Seal Academy still burned