After all, this is a nation that perished ten thousand years ago and may have already beco history.
"Southernmost part of the Eastern Continent."
"So it’s in the Eastern Continent, then there’s no problem."
Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
Dongxia has nearly 300 entrances connected to the Eastern Continent, almost covering the entire Spirit Realm’s Eastern Continent.
He just needs to confirm the location of Source Country, then find the nearest secret realm entrance to go there!
If Planet Blue is divided into zones corresponding to the Spirit Realm, then he and the Emperor of Dead Bones could be considered fellow countryn!
Seeing Chen Mo sigh with relief, Qi was sowhat surprised.
"The Eastern Continent, it’s hard to cross, you need totem level."
The undead little girl worried that Chen Mo didn’t understand, so she kindly reminded him again:
"If you don’t complete it, curse, you will die."
"Thank you, but I really do have a way."
As soon as his words fell, the scene in front of Chen Mo had already changed.
In front of him appeared a majestic and solemn great hall.
This is the Grand Temple of Da Yuan Country, a place worshiping the emperors of past generations and ancestors.
In the center of the great hall was a Sword Pond.
At this mont, there were nine uniquely shaped treasured swords inserted into the Sword Pond.
"Just now, under the blessings of the ancestors, the Zhenyue Sword has already awakened its spirit. Son, if you can pull it out, then it belongs to you!"
In front of the Sword Pond, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous golden robe and of tall stature said to a black-robed youth beside him.
Looking at this unremarkable face, Chen Mo recognized him at a glance as the young Emperor of Dead Bones.
The black-robed man walked up to the Sword Pond.
The central sword among the nine swords, a gold ancient sword engraved with sun, moon, and mountain patterns, was emitting a luminous glow.
"Only with a heart to protect Da Yuan and its people, can you..."
The King of Da Yuan Country hadn’t finished speaking when the black-robed youth had already pulled out the golden ancient sword.
The golden ancient sword circled and danced around him, looking quite affectionate.
"Ha ha, truly my son!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Grand Temple in front of Chen Mo began to beco blurry.
"This last segnt of historical imagery seems to be the origin of the Catastrophe Sword of the Undead."
Chen Mo silently guessed in his heart.
"This sword is likely its predecessor."
At this mont, the scene in front of him had switched to the gloomy and dark Japan.
The scene in front of him was like a movie played at double speed, quickly "fast-forwarding."
It was all scenes of the golden ancient sword slaughtering undead creatures.
Soon, due to "slaughtering" too many undead, this once national defense sword was tainted with too much undead "blood," and together with the Emperor of Dead Bones’ "revenge" obsession, it embarked on the path of undead evolution.
The golden hue of the sword body transford into eerie black, the sun, moon, and mountain patterns disappeared, replaced by ancient Death Runes, and the red gem on the sword handle beca a skull with a burning blue Soul Fire.
At this point, the once "Zhenyue" transford into "Catastrophe," completely tamorphosing into a Sword of the Undead.
This sword’s abilities and character underwent a complete overhaul.
It could transform beings (including undead) it slayed into undead "soldiers" loyal to it.
After advancing to totem level, its dojo even tamorphosed into a ’graveyard of the dead.’
Within the range of the dojo, any living being would transform into undead at an astonishing speed, then becoming its loyal "soldiers."
This was also the origin of the Emperor of Dead Bones’ Undead Army.
Soon, the historical imagery slowly dissipated.
Returning to the real world, Chen Mo was sowhat emotional.
This Emperor of Dead Bones was also quite a tragic figure, originally a prince of the Spirit Kingdom, but due to the Evil God, he lost his country and family.
Over 200 years of effort, yet ultimately still unsuccessful in revenge.
Even after death, he couldn’t return to his holand.
"Then, let help you fulfill your final obsession!"
Chen Mo said softly.
At this mont, the Catastrophe Sword had stopped draining life force.
Chen Mo forcefully pulled upward.
The last segnt of the black blade was easily pulled out from the soil.
This once mythical sword was finally reborn!
There was no wave of "spirit" on the Catastrophe, yet it still retained its basic abilities.
Contact with the Catastrophe Sword, or being killed by the Catastrophe Sword, any living creatures or Undead Creatures will be transford into absolutely loyal Undead Creatures to the owner of the Catastrophe Sword.
"This sword, when paired with the ability to catch a blade barehanded, is simply invincible."
Chen Mo couldn’t help thinking.
After equipping the "ability to catch a blade barehanded," his attack would be weakened to the extent that the opponent could catch it barehanded.
With the Catastrophe Sword, although it still couldn’t cause damage, the opponent would be transford into loyal Undead Soldiers!
"Not bad, with this, I can build an Undead Army in the future."
Chen Mo envisioned such a scene in his mind, him riding the Corpse Silver Horse, followed by a vast Undead Army.
Under the feet of the Undead Army was a giant whale that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Truly a one-man army!
"Cough cough."
A discomfort ca from his body, Chen Mo coughed twice, only then realizing he had been drained again, so he quickly ate a piece of Life Durian Cake to calm his nerves.
At the sa ti, he saw a gray Death Aura flowing into his body from the Catastrophe Sword.
Chen Mo understood, this should be what the Lake Spirit called "cause and effect," or maybe a "curse".
If in 10 years, Chen Mo doesn’t bring back the remains of the Emperor of Dead Bones to his holand, this "curse" will erupt, turning Chen Mo into a living dead creature.
The reason why only 10 years was set is because the life force needed to pull out "Catastrophe" can only be satisfied by a Legendary Spirit Master.
Theoretically, a Spirit Master who can pull out Catastrophe must be a Legendary Spirit Master.
A Legendary Spirit Master already has the ability to cross the Endless Sea and can return to Da Yuan Country in just a few years.
Chen Mo exploited a bug to pull out "Catastrophe" so early.
"Don’t worry, I will bring your forr master back to Da Yuan."
Chen Mo said softly.
Not knowing if the gray aura understood, it quickly beca silent.
Following that, the powerful voice, filled with the majesty of a king, once again resounded in the depths of Chen Mo’s heart.
"You have completed the final trial, choose your legacy."
The next second, fifteen clusters of Soul Fire suddenly appeared around Chen Mo, vaguely revealing different forms within, symbolizing different legacies.
Among them, three clusters of Soul Fire were significantly larger than the others.
They were respectively a segnt of phantom-like Undead Vine, a jade-like skeleton arm, and a blood-red flag.
Clearly, these three legacies were of the Mythical Rank, while the remaining twelve were Totem Legacies.
"Choose one out of sixteen."
The Lake Spirit said softly.
Chen Mo was slightly stunned, he originally thought the so-called legacy was just one, but it turned out to be sixteen!
Is this worthy of being a Mythical Spirit Master?
"Wait! There seem to be only fifteen clusters of Soul Fire here."
Chen Mo counted the number of Soul Fires, sowhat confused.
The Lake Spirit did not answer but simply pointed at itself and then spoke as concisely as ever:
"Touch, choose."
Chen Mo understood its aning.
By touching these clusters, one could understand the general direction of the legacy.
Chen Mo reached out and first touched the cluster of Soul Fire that was the jade skeleton arm inside.
Information about this legacy erged in his mind.
"Bone King Legacy"
My path, the heart of one skeleton, the heart of ten thousand skeletons!
The strength of one skeleton, the strength of ten thousand skeletons!
This legacy was of the giant Skeleton King seen in the historical imagery by Chen Mo.
It could integrate one’s will with the will of the entire Undead Army and concentrate the entire Undead Army’s strength in oneself.
In the battle against the source of evil, the Bone King concentrated the strength of thousands of Undead Army mbers, forcefully raising his own Level from Mythical Third Rank to Mythical Ninth Rank!
"So powerful!"
Chen Mo couldn’t help saying.
Don’t look at it as just a six-rank increase, but this was a six-rank increase at a Mythical level!
Existences at the Mythical level, where each rank requires hundreds or even thousands of years of accumulation, rarely involve surpassing levels in battles.
Most importantly, Chen Mo pulled out "Catastrophe," a divine sword that could transform living beings into undead.
This ans he could create an Undead Army.
If paired together, it would be... very powerful!
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