Undead Realm

Within a deep gorge in the Youquan Mountain Range.

Leian stood suspended in the air, longsword in hand, looking down at a Saint Realm Black Dragon below as he said coldly:

"Kals, submit to me, or die!"

The Saint Realm Black Dragon named Kals lay on his side upon the cold earth, his wheel-sized pupils flickering with intense fear.

The human before him was far stronger than he had ever imagined. Before this man, he had no power to resist at all.

Black Dragons were naturally rank-nine magical beasts. Kals had been quite talented to cultivate to the Saint Realm, but he had reached it too recently. Among Saint Realm magical beasts, his strength ranked only near the bottom.

How could he possibly be Leian's match?

At present, he looked utterly miserable. Several long wounds covered his body, which stretched over a hundred meters, and blood had nearly stained every dragon scale.

Especially at his chest, where a wound over two meters long cut deep enough to expose bone, blood still flowed from it even now.

And that was only because Leian had shown mercy. Otherwise, if he had exerted even a little more force just now, Kals's heart would have been sliced in two.

Now, faced with Leian's final ultimatum, Kals finally lowered his proud head and crawled at Leian's feet.

"Kals greets Master!"

"Very good!"

Seeing this, Leian revealed a satisfied expression. He then took a scroll from his Interspatial Ring and began setting up a master-servant contract.

Once the contract was complete, Leian casually took out a healing scroll. After barely healing Kals's wounds, he directly ordered:

"Come. Take me to see your lair."

"Yes, Master!"

Kals had not expected Leian to be willing to spend a precious healing scroll on him, and he could not help feeling somewhat moved.

Upon hearing Leian's request, he immediately shrank himself to roughly human size and headed deeper into the gorge.

Leian followed behind, observing the gorge's terrain as he silently pondered.

Half a day earlier, after he and Colin had each sworn an oath to the Supreme God according to their agreement, he had obtained the Necromancy Inheritance Mark granted by Colin as he had wished.

It was a thumb-sized gray mark shaped like a skull, located on the back of Leian's hand.

The entire process of bestowing it had been extremely brief. To Colin, it had been as simple as casting a Necromancy spell.

Afterward, Leian and Colin exchanged methods of contacting each other in the future before parting ways.

After receiving the undead inheritance, Leian had intended to find a safe and secluded place in the Youquan Mountain Range to cultivate as soon as possible. That was what led to his subjugation of Kals just now.

While he pondered, man and beast reached the end of the gorge. Before them stood a massive cliff face, with a cave entrance four or five meters high at its base.

"Master, this cave is where I usually sleep. It's large and spacious inside."

Kals introduced it quietly.

Leian nodded and strolled into the cave. Before him was a broad passage roughly a hundred meters long, and beyond it lay an exceptionally vast cavern.

The enormous cavern was very dry, with enough space to hold four or five Black Dragons.

Standing at the cavern entrance, Leian casually swept his gaze around and discovered a pile of glittering golden objects in one corner.

Sure enough, the dragon race's tastes never changed, no matter where they went.

With a sigh, Leian walked over to the pile with great interest. After a brief inspection, he found that most of it consisted of gold ingots, along with gemstones of various colors, ores, magic crystals, weapons, and more.

If exchanged in human society, the pile before him would be worth at least several billion gold coins.

As Leian estimated the value of these items, Kals assumed that Leian had taken a fancy to his collection. A pained look appeared in his gem-like pupils, and after weighing it over and over, he said with extreme reluctance:

"Master, if... if you need them, Kals can offer all of these to you!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Leian turned and glanced at Kals, a smile slowly appearing at the corners of his mouth. Though wealth was of little use to him, it was also indispensable.

He had not intended to let it go in the first place. Now that Kals had said so, he immediately waved a hand and stored everything in his Interspatial Ring.

At the side, Kals watched this unfold, and his heart ached beyond measure.

Leian, however, did not care about Kals's thoughts at all. As his magical pet, let alone a mere collection, even Kals's life belonged to him.

He then turned and ordered Kals:

"Alright. I'll be cultivating here for a while. Go stand guard outside. Without my orders, you are not to disturb me. Understood?"

Hearing the sternness in Leian's tone, Kals knew he could not be careless. He quickly composed himself and replied respectfully, "Yes, Master!"

With that, he trotted all the way out of the cave.

Inside the cavern, Leian found a flat, open spot and sat down cross-legged, quickly entering a meditative state.

In a state free of thought and distraction, Leian easily sensed the Inheritance Mark on the back of his hand. At this moment, the gray mark emitted a unique aura.

Leian knew that this was an aura belonging solely to the Undead Realm. Following that special aura, his consciousness seemed to pass through layer upon layer of space before finally arriving in an unfamiliar place.

Underworld, Undead Territory

On a desolate plain, a pale white skeleton whose soul fire had long since gone out suddenly ignited with a flickering green flame inside its skull.

Immediately afterward, the skeleton slowly sat up.

"So this is the Undead Realm?"

The skeleton tilted its head and looked around before beginning to examine itself.

"What a strange feeling!"

This skeleton was naturally Leian's projection. Everything was indeed as Colin had described: as long as he followed the aura of the Inheritance Mark, he could easily form a projection in the Undead Realm.

However, entering a skeleton's body for the first time, Leian truly found it somewhat uncomfortable. He had no choice but to remain where he was and gradually familiarize himself with this body.

The undead of the Undead Realm possessed no memories of their lives. Here, their only desire was to conquer and Devour the souls of other undead, thereby strengthening themselves.

Thus, slaughter and war occurred every moment upon this continent.

Just like now, Leian had merely been familiarizing himself with his body and had not provoked any undead, yet a bone arrow inexplicably shot toward him from behind.

Fortunately, Leian's spiritual power had long reached the peak of rank nine. Before the bone arrow could approach, he had already sensed it in advance.

"Smack!"

Turning around and chopping with the side of his hand, Leian easily knocked the bone arrow flying.

Then he raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the area. More than ten meters away, a humanoid skeleton with a single horn was charging toward him, a white bone bow in one hand and a bone blade in the other.