A Self-Sealed Ruin

Rather than be insects pacing before a sugar cube through a pane of glass, they would rather drag the entire Mage World into destruction with them.

Truth was the Mage World's sugar cube. If it was ultimately confirmed that they could never obtain that sugar cube, then they would rather die.

Yang Mu was no exception. It was simply that Yang Mu believed he had a way to obtain the sugar cube. He did not want the old men to use themselves as chess pieces to probe the way. He was indifferent, but not heartless.

After this happened, Yang Mu no longer felt any joy at gaining an Eighth-Order Undead.

He merely silently led Martial Ancestor and Anthony toward where Tian Jue and the Mountain Lord were.

This unexpected Eighth-Order Undead could speed up their progress, allowing them to capture other Eighth-Order Undead sooner and saving them at least tens of thousands of years.

As for the Netherworld Blood Sovereign's inheritance, he could find someone to cultivate it after they got out and see whether they could sense that so-called Great Dao.

With an Eighth-Order Undead, two top-tier Magic Treasures, and a Magic Treasure capable of refinement, Yang Mu had retained quite a few souls. Creating an Eighth-Order soul was impossible, but handcrafting a Peak Seventh Order soul was no problem.

He directly instilled his understanding of the Ancient Immortal System into it, producing an intelligent undead. At the very least, he no longer needed to control it in meticulous detail.

Although using a Seventh-Order soul to drive an Eighth-Order body caused some sluggishness, Yang Mu was no longer the Yang Mu of the past. Using certain methods, he reduced that sluggishness to the minimum; it basically no longer had any effect.

When they found Tian Jue, Tian Jue was