Undead Realm

In a deep canyon within the Youquan Mountain Range.

Leian stood in mid-air, sword 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 the cold ground, his pupils, as large as carriage wheels, flickering with intense fear.

The strength of this human before him was completely beyond his imagination; in front of this man, he found himself utterly powerless to resist.

The Black Dragon was originally a Level 9 Magic Beast, and Kals could be considered quite talented to have cultivated to the Saint Realm, but having reached the Saint Realm so recently, his strength ranked at the bottom among Saint Realm Magic Beasts.

How could he possibly be an opponent for Leian?

At this moment, the creature looked extremely disheveled, with several long wounds across his body of over a hundred meters, his blood staining nearly every dragon scale.

Especially on his chest, a gash over two meters long was deep enough to reveal bone, and it was still bleeding even now.

And this was only because Leian had held back; otherwise, had he used just a little more force, Kals's heart would have been sliced in two.

Faced with Leian's ultimatum, Kals finally lowered his proud head and prostrated himself at Leian's feet.

"Kals pays respects to Master!"

"Very good!"

Seeing this, a satisfied expression appeared on Leian's face. He then took a scroll from his spatial ring and began to set up a master-servant contract.

Once the contract was complete, Leian casually pulled out a healing scroll. After barely mending the wounds on Kals's body, he gave a direct order:

"Go, take me to see your lair."

"Yes, Master!"

Kals had not expected Leian to be willing to consume a precious healing scroll for him, and he could not help but feel a touch of gratitude.

Hearing Leian's request, he immediately shrank his size to be about as large as a human, then walked toward the depths of the canyon.

Leian followed behind, observing the terrain of the canyon while lost in thought.

Half a day ago, after he and Colin had reached their agreement and each sworn an oath to the Supreme God, he had successfully received the Necromancy Inheritance Mark bestowed by Colin.

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

The entire bestowal process had been very brief; to Colin, it was as simple as casting a single Necromancy spell.

Afterward, Leian and Colin exchanged ways to contact each other in the future before parting ways.

Having obtained the Necromancy inheritance, Leian intended to find a safe and secluded place in the Youquan Mountain Range to cultivate as soon as possible, which led to the scene of him subduing Kals just moments ago.

While he was lost in thought, the man and the beast reached the end of the canyon, where a massive cliff face appeared, with a cave entrance four or five meters high at its base.

"Master, this cave is where I usually sleep; it is very large and spacious inside."

Kals introduced in a low voice.

Leian nodded and stepped into the entrance. Before him lay a spacious tunnel about a hundred meters long; passing through it, he found a remarkably vast cavern chamber on the other side.

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

Leian stood at the entrance of the chamber and scanned it casually, discovering that one corner was piled high with glittering items.

Indeed, the dragon race's obsession remained unchanged no matter where they were.

As he marveled, Leian walked toward the pile of items with interest. A brief glance revealed that the vast majority were gold bars, along with various gemstones, ores, magic crystals, weapons, and more.

If taken to human society to be exchanged, the pile of items before him would be worth at least several billion gold coins.

Just as Leian was estimating the value of these things, Kals, thinking that Leian had taken a liking to his collection, felt a pang of heartache in his gem-like pupils. After weighing his options, he said with extreme reluctance:

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

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Leian turned his head to glance at Kals, a smile slowly appearing at the corner of his mouth. While wealth was of little use to him, it was nonetheless indispensable.

He had not intended to let it go in the first place, and now that he heard Kals say this, he waved his hand and collected everything into his spatial ring.

Beside him, Kals watched this scene, feeling an immense sense of loss.

Leian, however, did not care about Kals's thoughts at all. As his magic beast pet, not only were his meager collections his, but his very life belonged to him as well.

He turned around and instructed Kals:

"Alright, I am going to cultivate here for a period of time. You go outside and stand guard. Without my orders, you are not to disturb me, understand?"

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

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

Inside the chamber, Leian found a flat, open area, sat down cross-legged, and quickly entered a state of meditation.

In a state of no thought and no distraction, Leian easily sensed the Inheritance Mark on the back of his hand. At this moment, the gray mark was emitting a unique aura.

Leian knew this was an aura unique to the Undead Realm. Following this special aura, his consciousness seemed to pass through layers of space, eventually arriving at a strange and unfamiliar place.

Underworld, Undead Realm.

On the desolate plains, a bleached white skeleton whose soul fire had long since extinguished suddenly saw an oily green flame ignite within its skull out of thin air.

Immediately following this, the skeleton slowly sat up.

"So this is the Undead Realm?"

The skeleton tilted its head, looking around for a moment before beginning to examine its own body.

"What a peculiar sensation!"

This skeleton was naturally a projection sent by Leian, and everything was indeed just as Colin had described; as long as one followed the aura of the Inheritance Mark, it was easy to form a projection in the Undead Realm.

However, this was Leian's first time inhabiting a skeleton's body, and he was truly unaccustomed to it, forcing him to remain in place to gradually familiarize himself with this vessel.

For the undead of the Undead Realm, there are no memories of their past lives; here, their only desire is to conquer and Devour the souls of other undead to strengthen themselves.

Therefore, on this continent, slaughter and war occur at every single moment.

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

Fortunately, Leian's mental power had long since reached the peak of the ninth rank, and he had sensed it well before the bone arrow could draw near.

"Snap!"

Turning around with a hand-blade strike, Leian easily swatted the bone arrow away.

He then swept his gaze forward to see a humanoid skeleton with a single horn, holding a white bone bow in one hand and a bone blade in the other, charging toward him from a dozen meters away.