**Chapter 1284: A Grand Drama, Cause and Effect**
The sky was filled with fiery teors, but Lin Moyu did not dodge or evade; he watched quietly. The fiery teors crashed onto the mountain top, the mountainside, and the cetery below.
The fiery teors were dense and endless, raining down on the entire world. When the teors exploded on the mountain top, they scattered a large number of bones, which fell to the ground. The sa scene occurred in the cetery, where bones covered the entire area, none of them intact.
This was a scene from the past, explaining the origin of the bones on the mountain top. Lin Moyu’s heart tightened; it seed that the expedition had failed. The skeletons that went out were whole, but only bones returned.
At the end of the fiery teor shower, a much larger teor descended from the sky, crashing heavily onto the throne. A heavy pressure swept across the mountain top, and the skeleton general reappeared on the throne.
Lin Moyu could sense the change in the skeleton general, from the high spirits at the start of the expedition to the current state of decay. The hoarse and majestic voice sounded again, "The enemy is strong, and we cannot match them."
"This defeat is my responsibility; you are not at fault."
"I will envelop you with the undying fla to help you be reborn."
"I will sleep, waiting for my master’s call."
"The heavens and all realms, countless beings, only my master is immortal!"
His voice echoed throughout the cetery, and flas erupted, setting the entire cetery ablaze. The bones reassembled, and nearly a million skeleton soldiers in the cetery were collectively reborn.
Lin Moyu heard the deafening shouts again.
"Master is immortal!"
"Master is immortal!"
The shouts were endless, shaking the soul. Lin Moyu was once again moved and felt like shouting "Master is immortal" himself.
After reviving all the skeletons, the skeleton general’s aura beca even weaker. Reviving these skeletons had exhausted most of his strength. His body began to crumble, and the flas covering him started to weaken.
Only then could Lin Moyu see that the skeleton general’s body was actually only a small part of a complete skeleton. The remaining bones barely maintained his form. As before, most of his body was composed of flas, with only a dozen bones.
"Enter the coffins!"
He issued a new command, and the cetery instantly fell silent. All the skeletons entered their coffins and began to sleep. The skeleton general’s aura grew weaker, and he looked at his coffin but shook his head and did not enter.
He raised his head and looked into the distant sky. For so reason, Lin Moyu felt that at this mont, the skeleton general resembled an old man at the end of his life.
"Master, I have done my best."
"I will sleep, waiting to be revived."
"I hope one day, I can fight alongside my master and traverse all realms."
"I hope one day, all rebellious races will face disaster, their clans destroyed, and their worlds annihilated!"
"I hope my master’s glory will shine upon all realms."
After saying these words, he seed to use up all his strength and shattered with a loud crash! The dozen bones scattered on the skeleton throne, just as Lin Moyu had seen before.
All the flas disappeared, recondensing into a gray fla in the air. The scene before Lin Moyu vanished, and everything returned to calm. After witnessing the entire process, Lin Moyu felt as if he had witnessed a piece of history.
He now understood the origins of the mountain and the cetery. The soldiers in the cetery had once died but were revived by the skeleton general. These soldiers had faithfully carried out their duty to guard the cetery for countless years.
If the skeleton general had not saved them, he might have had a chance to survive. Even if he had to sleep, he could have greatly shortened his slumber. But the skeleton general chose to sacrifice himself to save his soldiers.
Listening to his final words, he took all the bla for the defeat upon himself, leaving hope for his soldiers. "He was a good general."
Lin Moyu sighed from the bottom of his heart. Having been a general himself, he knew how difficult such self-sacrifice was. One in a thousand generals might not make such a choice.
Then he looked up at the gray fla burning in the torch. The scene just now was presented to him by the gray fla, and its significance must be more than that. Lin Moyu looked at it and slowly pronounced, "Undying fla!"
The skeleton general had ntioned the na of the gray fla, which was the sa as the undying fla in Lin Moyu’s spell. It was with the power of the undying fla that he could save all the skeletons.
Although the nas were the sa, there were so differences. Lin Moyu’s undying fla was a mix of gray and white, with gray representing death and white representing life. But the undying fla before him was purely gray, filled with the power of death. However, the power of death was a great supplent for skeletons.
Skeletons were undead creatures that thrived on the power of death. The power of life was poison to them. "Another layer of connection."
Lin Moyu thought to himself. He always felt that the mysterious manor, the ancient tomb, and his spells were connected. Now, with the appearance of the undying fla, the connection deepened.
He walked to the skeleton throne and lightly jumped onto it. The throne was large, making him appear small standing on it. He saw a few bones. From a distance, they didn’t seem significant, but up close, he realized each bone was larger than himself.
Despite countless years, the skeleton general had not revived. If the skeleton general were still alive and saw soone stepping on his throne, he might have slapped him to death. Lin Moyu approached a bone, which belonged to the head, slightly curved, making it hard to identify its exact part.
The bone was three ters long and nearly a ter thick. The countless years had not turned the bone to dust; instead, it appeared more crystalline. Lin Moyu even sensed a hint of life from the bone.
His expression changed slightly. The bone belonged to the skeleton general and was filled with the aura of death. But deep within the bone, there was indeed a trace of life spreading. The skeleton general was not truly dead; he might revive one day. But how long it would take, no one could say—ten thousand years, a million years, or even longer.
Lin Moyu stepped over the bone and continued walking. After a few ters, he reached the center of the throne. This was where the skeleton general had sat during the expedition. Lin Moyu had seen from the air that there was sothing different here.
Now, standing here, he indeed saw sothing different. A piece of animal hide! "Another piece of animal hide!"
Lin Moyu murmured to himself. It was identical to the one he had found in the mysterious manor. The hide itself was not important; what mattered were the words recorded on it. This piece of hide was larger than any he had found before.
The size of the hide was reasonable, given the skeleton general’s size. If it were too small, it would be inappropriate. Lin Moyu took out the hide, which was square and about a ter long. He examined the words on it. Despite the passage of ti, the words were slightly faded but still legible.
"This is the 32,643rd year since I beca the leader of the guards."
"32,643 years ago, my master, recognizing my rits, granted intelligence and transford into the skeleton general."
"This grace and virtue are beyond repaynt, even in death."
"Now, my master faces a great enemy. The six realms, led by Heaven, have simultaneously rebelled. As my master’s most loyal servant, I must quell the rebellion without delay."
"But knowing the dangers of this battle, I leave this technique. If I die in battle, my successor will inherit this technique and continue to serve my master!"
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