The boundless undead world, gray all year round, was forever monotonous in color. All manner of undead creatures fought and slaughtered one another without end, and nothing full of life could be seen.
There was no alternation of sun and moon here, no concept of time, only deathly silence and desolate cold. Across the barren earth and gray sky, undead creatures followed a conviction passed down since antiquity, tirelessly fighting for ever-vaster territories. Yet they did not know what any of it was for.
Following his connection with Little Skeleton, Han Shuo drifted toward him in the form of a wisp of ghostly spirit. With no concept of time, Han Shuo had no idea how long he had been in this world. On his way toward Little Skeleton, he encountered all manner of undead creatures.
Many of these undead creatures had bared their sharp claws and fangs at Han Shuo, trying to devour his frail form. The low-level undead were often destroyed by the force that struck their souls directly when Han Shuo cast a single Soul Tremor spell.
Han Shuo's Divine Sense could detect the presence of higher-level undead creatures. Through his perception, he could gauge their strength, and he would take the initiative to avoid those ancient undead, skirting their territories as he continued toward Little Skeleton.
Some time seemed to have passed. Han Shuo sensed that the distance between him and Little Skeleton was shrinking, and their connection told him that Little Skeleton was hurrying toward him. This moved Han Shuo a little: without receiving any orders, Little Skeleton had come from far away to find him out of concern for his safety.
In this undead world, where death energy was incredibly dense, Han Shuo, who existed as only a wisp of ghostly spirit, had spent this