Viscount Weiss's manor.
The armory.
"The Fourth Level of the Dharma Realm? Not bad, but it's been far too long since you underwent a proper undead trial, Fei Lun."
Underworld Lord Micteticashiva looked her son over.
"Mother! I've been figuring things out myself from the Book of the Undead," Big Skeleton said respectfully.
"Let me see-you've clearly mastered the divine skill 'Undead Resurrection,' yet you don't have a single retainer. Why is that?" Micteticashiva asked.
"I... missed a lot of opportunities. That's my fault," Big Skeleton said, lowering his head.
"At an advanced level, Undead Resurrection lets you force the resurrected to serve you, yet you've never reached that stage," the Netherworld Lord said sternly.
Shen Ye sighed.
How was this Big Skeleton's fault?
He had been helping Shen Ye all along, ready to jump out and lend a hand almost constantly, with no time at all to focus on cultivating.
-He was a true friend.
"Lord Netherworld Lord-let me interrupt. He's actually been helping me all this time. He's never had time to do his own things."
Shen Ye spoke.
But the Netherworld Lord's tone grew even colder. "Baxter, you don't need to take everything upon yourself."
"Even if he's been helping you, according to our Undead Clan's cultivation laws, he must face endless mortal peril and let the law of death test him fully. Only then will he have a chance to grow stronger."
An obscure, profound incantation emerged from the Netherworld Lord's lips.
"I'll see just how much favor the law of death has bestowed on him. If there's only a little, he'll have to go into Hell alone and face endless challenges of death!"
"If he dies, he dies. Only by returning alive will he qualify to receive our clan's power!"
Shen Ye froze.
*Is growing