The Necropolis of the Gods

The Necropolis of the Gods stood nearly twenty thousand meters tall, with a base measuring ten thousand meters on each side.

As Kolan approached the Necropolis of the Gods, he discovered that it was shaped mainly like a rectangular prism, with a diamond-shaped peak at the top.

The walls of the Necropolis of the Gods had four main faces. The one facing Kolan and the others was covered in enormous carvings.

Each of the four faces bore a giant relief: the Azure Dragon Divine Beast, the White Tiger Divine Beast, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, and the Black Tortoise Divine Beast. Together, they represented the Four Divine Beasts!

The Necropolis of the Gods might as well have been called the tomb of the Four Divine Beasts.

There were three Necropolises of the Gods in total. The one beneath the South Sea held the corpses of the Four Divine Beasts on its eighteenth level. As for the ones in the Forest of Darkness and on the North Sea island, they merely contained the bodies of gods who had perished in the two great wars.

"Go on in, one by one!" Beirut said with a faint smile. "Remember, if you're afraid, stay on a less dangerous level. After ten years, a passage leading outside will appear on every level, and you can all leave."

Without hesitation, Kolan entered the black-glowing passage on the left, stepping into the Necropolis of the Gods.

The others followed one after another.

The world spun, and the surroundings changed completely!

It was a grassland world!

Kolan flew through the air, carefully surveying the area as he searched for a passage.

"Whoosh!" A streak of light suddenly shot up from the grass below, heading straight for Kolan.

Kolan remained calm. The moment he entered, he had put on his divine armor.

A sneak attack with an arrow like that couldn't threaten him.

Kolan couldn't even be bothered to kill the attacker. It simply wasn't worth wasting the time.

"You can't summon undead lifeforms inside the Necropolis of the Gods!" Kolan thought with a sigh.

He had some idea why. Undead lifeforms could only be summoned in the Material Plane, and only those below the Deity level were restricted.

The Necropolis of the Gods, on the other hand, was essentially equivalent to a Divine Plane.

It was fair to say that venturing into the Necropolis of the Gods was very unfriendly to Death Saint Magi.

"How could I be so stupid? Killing him would waste time, but I could control him and ask where the passage is. That would save time!" A flash of inspiration crossed Kolan's mind.

Then Kolan sped toward a wolf-headed man below, who was holding a bow.

The wolf-headed man had reached the Saint Realm.

"Oh no, run!" When the wolf-headed man saw that his target hadn't dodged the arrow and had emerged unharmed, he realized something was wrong and tried to flee.

But Kolan was already there.

A tiny flame appeared in Kolan's hand. He flicked it toward the wolf-headed man.

The tiny flame sank straight into his body.

The wolf-headed man writhed on the ground in agony.

A moment later, he knelt respectfully and bowed. "Greetings, Master!"

In an instant, Kolan had taken control of the wolf-headed man's soul.

That tiny flame was a minor technique from the Death Rules called Soul Fire. It could be used to control another person's soul.

Once someone was under his control, their life and death were in his hands.

"Take me to the passage leading to the second level," Kolan said coolly.

"Yes, Master!" The wolf-headed man led Kolan toward the passage.

Before long, they reached it.

Kolan stood at the passage. There was no reward here.

"You. Kill yourself," Kolan said coolly.

"Yes, Master!" The wolf-headed man swung his spiked club at his own head.

He died on the spot.

Then the tiny flame flew out of his body and landed in Kolan's palm.

After that, Kolan walked into the passage without looking back.

The Necropolis of the Gods was an undead world.

It was teeming with undead lifeforms: armies of skeletons and zombies, as well as all sorts of undead magical beasts flying through the sky.

Kolan raised an eyebrow. As an Undead Saint Magus, he could tell that these undead lifeforms hadn't been summoned from the Undead Realm. They had been created by an Undead Saint Magus.

Every one of them was controlled by a single Undead Saint Magus.

Undead lifeforms like these weren't controlled through soul power.

As long as there were enough materials, one could create as many Saint Realm undead as desired.

"Cackle, cackle! Someone's already made it to the second level! I'm in a good mood today, so submit to your punishment, and I'll leave your corpse intact!" Just then, a Bone Dragon of the Saint Realm flew over. An old man in a gray mage's robe sat astride it, holding a staff.

The Magic Beast Core embedded in the staff was actually a Saint Realm Magic Crystal Core with the Death attribute.

Clearly, this old man was the Undead Saint Magus.

"You've killed so many people and magical beasts. You deserve to die!" Kolan said coldly as he looked at the Undead Saint Magus.

"Haha! I'm an Undead Saint Magus. I turn them into undead lifeforms, granting them a form of immortality. They should be thanking me!" The Undead Saint Magus's voice was hoarse and shrill. "I, Getlin, am the greatest Undead Saint Magus!"

"I'll turn your corpse into an undead lifeform too, so you can live forever in another form."

Kolan slowly closed his eyes.

He finally understood why necromancers were so despised and hunted by everyone.

Necromancers were far too likely to go to extremes.

Kolan hadn't counted them carefully, but the Undead Saint Magus's army numbered at least a million, with no fewer than a hundred Saint-level undead lifeforms.

How many people had he killed to make them?

Even if he'd only dug up graves, he must have robbed countless tombs. It was still despicable.

Kolan opened his eyes, and a streak of gray light shot from them.

The gray light entered the Undead Saint Magus's eyes.

"Ah!" The Undead Saint Magus screamed and fell from the Bone Dragon.

Within a single breath, the Undead Saint Magus fell silent and lay motionless.

Under Kolan's terrifying mental attack, his soul had been obliterated.

He was dead beyond any doubt. He wouldn't even get the chance to go to the Netherworld and be reborn as an undead lifeform.

The moment the Undead Saint Magus died, the undead flying creatures in the sky plummeted like raindrops, and the undead army on the ground collapsed all at once.

Kolan took the Undead Saint Magus's Space Ring and staff.

Then Kolan began reciting a spell.

Grass sprouted across the ground of the undead world, restoring it to vibrant life.

It was a forbidden spell of Life Magic called "Hymn of Life."

If he had cast it here on the Yulan Continent, it could have made trees spring up all at once.

Then Kolan began searching for the passage. With his powerful soul force, he found it before long.

Kolan entered the passage to the third level, but didn't rush into the space beyond. He first bound the Undead Saint Magus's Space Ring with his blood, then began examining its contents.

The Space Ring was quite large, measuring ten meters in length, width, and height, for a total volume of one thousand cubic meters.

"I wonder what era this Undead Saint Magus came from. He actually had a Space Ring of such high quality," Kolan thought.

Then Kolan discovered that, aside from all kinds of strange and unusual things, the ring held spells for every level of the seven elemental schools of magic—even forbidden spells. It also contained necromancy spells ranging from first-level spells to forbidden spells, including many that Kolan had never heard of before.