Divine Realm Plan

Rules as black as night spread deep beneath the earth like tree roots. The moment Richard laid eyes on them, he knew he had found the rule that had birthed that enormous Vengeful Spirit.

Without wasting any time, Richard drew out his Staff and lightly tapped its butt against the ground. The earth split open into a fissure wide enough for him to enter. From within came sounds like the howls of hellish demons, carried on a chill wind that made one's hair stand on end.

But neither the man nor the bird present was ordinary. Rather than frightening them, the howls only heightened their interest.

"Caw, what did you find down there?"

Richard shook his head slightly. "I don't know either, but we'll find out once we go down."

Richard gave the fissure a light jump and dropped into it as though in free fall. Seeing Richard enter, Ulysses flew in after him.

Inside the fissure, the dense death energy had nearly become tangible. If this energy escaped outside, a single gust of wind would be enough to turn an unprepared Goblin Legion into undead.

"Caw, that's some dense death energy." Black flames burned over Ulysses's body, incinerating all death energy that approached him. Although this amount of energy posed no threat to him, intense death energy would greatly dull the sheen of his feathers.

Richard's Eye of Truth watched the rules underground continue to grow denser, his tone carrying a measure of reverence. "If I'm not mistaken, from the moment this world gave birth to this rule, the lingering souls of every creature that died in this world have been drawn underground."

"Caw? Every lingering soul? Then shouldn't this world have become an undead world long ago?" Ulysses said in shock.

To a World Lord, a mortal's life