Undead Calamity

Extract the newly transformed lich's memories of the real-world plane!!

Yin Ming nodded. The liches absolutely could not learn that the real world existed.

How would a caged bird react upon learning that the world it lived in was a cage?

He could not say for other races, but liches possessed an innate, terrifying thirst for knowledge. They would certainly try to escape the cage at any cost.

Yet even their very beings were under his complete control. Without Yin Ming's tacit permission, they could never escape in their entire lives.

All they could do was toil in vain! Waste their energy!!

Granted, it was the liches' own energy they would be wasting.

But as the one who controlled them, wouldn't watching the liches squander all that precious time be worse than killing him?

Even if he reset their memories, inherited memories could not fill their minds completely, and all the experience they had accumulated would go to waste.

That was precisely the purpose of an artifact spirit. It could execute commands according to a broad objective, allowing a divine artifact to be used flexibly, rather than having to lay down laws where the slightest oversight could create a loophole.

"Burn!!"

With the aid of Ember's red flames, Yin Ming refined nine Second Ring external cores into his acupoints.

The Eight-Nine Mystical Art now allowed him to freely transform into nine more kinds of extraordinary magic beasts.

A scarlet flame flared at his fingertip, burning the shed remains to ash. Only then did he turn and ask, "How did the liches bring souls from the Sunside over to the Darkside?"

Ember paused before saying, "Undead calamity!!"

Undead calamity?

A trace of skepticism appeared on Yin Ming's face.

Having said that, Ember could not be bothered to explain verbally.

Instead, Ember