This way, the bones born in the future might possess considerable strength from the moment they came into being.
That was far better than the corpses Huo Ling had previously thrown in here.
After all, Huo Ling had kept all corpses above the Silver rank to create other undead.
The ones he had continuously thrown into this plane were all Black Iron-rank corpses, or even corpses that did not measure up to Black Iron rank.
In the future, higher-quality corpses would surely be captured by the underlying rules of death.
Of course, the greater number would still be the corpses of mortals or other races.
Compared with professionals, the corpses of these non-extraordinary species were certainly far more numerous.
Like the corpses Huo Ling was looking at now, most of them had not possessed extraordinary abilities while alive.
Even if these corpses revived, they would be weaker than mortals in battle, but quantity could make up for the lack of quality.
Nearly every second, dozens or even hundreds of corpses appeared, and this number was still increasing with time.
Once these corpses underwent Bone Revival, they began fighting and devouring one another, while the victors began to evolve.
The death magic power gushing from that fountain of corpses, along with the corpses within it, formed something like a river across the Skeleton Plane.
Gaseous death magic power floated around the corpses and flowed through the Skeleton Plane.
Only when it struck a mountain formed of bones did it finally come to a halt.
This river had also been deliberately planned by Huo Ling. The death magic power in the fountain was not merely intercepted by the underlying rules.
Some of it had also gathered naturally within the Skeleton Plane itself, all to prevent these corpses from piling up in one