Abyss Battlefield

"..."

Inside the White-Bone Soul Banner's Undead Space.

A pallid moon hung high overhead. Undead Miasma coiled through the sky as black vapor. Bones littered the ground, where ghostly blue Undead Soul Fire consumed soul power to refine Undead Bone.

"Woooo..."

Ghostly wails rose and fell.

The White-Bone Soul Banner constantly absorbed the Divine Corpse, transforming it into Divine Jade Bone for the Soul-Venerable Banner.

The Undead Bone refined by the undead could produce Divine Jade Bone, but that supply was already dispensable. Even so, Yin Ming did not let the undead sit idle.

Idleness bred trouble. If he needed the Undead Factory again later, its production efficiency would suffer.

Besides, the undead could not advance beyond Fourth-Ring soul power. Without maintaining a balance between absorption and consumption, every undead would eventually reach the Third-Ring limit.

Without differences in rank, they would be harder to manage and would lose the only motivation they had.

Even as the absolute master of the White-Bone Soul Banner, he could not simply squeeze them through brute force. They still needed positive guidance.

He had to preserve their desire to rise in rank, and to command other undead.

So even if the Undead Factory's output was negligible, it had to keep running.

"Woooo..."

Yin Ming found the undead that Andorf Hack had become.

The Undead Bigmouth Demon had already trained him. He was refining Undead Bone with soul power.

Once inside the White-Bone Soul Banner, everything from life was fleeting. They were all equal members of the working class.

"Second Ring: Undead Possession!"

Yin Ming activated Magic-Core Eternal-Fixation Sorcery, and a spectral undead figure appeared behind him.

Andorf's jumbled memories flooded his mind. He sifted out information about this plane.

"This plane is called Bixipu."

"It wanders along the edge of the Abyss. A minor