A double loss is better than a single win.
However, this doesn’t really matter to Richard.
He has so much knowledge and skill; the Ghost Craftsman Forging Technique and the Dinsional Thread Weaving Technique have almost compensated for all his weaknesses.
Now, all he lacks is the pure enhancent of strength, while skill and knowledge have beco irrelevant.
Richard looked at the Great World Tree, which just now, in order to capture the Ghost Lord’s soul, withstood the Ghost Lord’s self-destruction. At this mont, its massive lush body had been reduced to half a trunk, with charred bark and roots, seemingly ready to crumble at a touch.
But this was just an illusion. As a Dominator, Richard could instantly see the imnse Life Energy remaining within the Great World Tree’s body.
As a veteran Dominator, he dared to resist self-destruction, naturally having his own confidence.
"145, the person has already left, no need to play dead anymore."
Hearing Richard’s voice, the Great World Tree’s body suddenly trembled, and then a layer of dense black charcoal shed from its charred trunk, revealing a giant eye.
"Cough cough, just a habit, just a habit," the Great World Tree said sowhat awkwardly.
Richard wore a teasing smile on his face.
"It seems there are reasons you survived the war back then."
Upon hearing this, the Great World Tree’s embarrassnt grew more intense, and it imdiately looked for an excuse to change the subject.
With a shake of his body, the charcoal on him fell off, and the newly sprouted buds transford into branches at a speed visible to the eye, then twisted into a stout arm.
Opening his hand, the arm revealed the soul of the Ghost Lord, which was sealed within.
"Netherworld, you’re such a bastard with no sense of responsibility at all," the Great World Tree cursed toward the distant Netherworld. "That self-destruction wouldn’t kill you; you should’ve withstood it and left the Tide Spirit’s soul behind."
Upon hearing this, Netherworld was montarily stunned, then imdiately retorted, "You old fool, do you think everyone is as thick-skinned as you? You can withstand that self-destruction, but does that an I can too?
If I die, can you bring back to life?"
The Great World Tree tossed the soul to Richard, waving a dismissive hand.
"No need for explanations; you’re just a coward."
The Netherworld Dominator flared up with anger, teleporting several tis to stand before the Great World Tree.
"You old bastard, who are you calling cowardly?"
"Calling you cowardly..."
The Great World Tree didn’t finish his sentence before being interrupted by the sowhat weary Richard: "Gentlen, enough quarrelling. Don’t forget, although the Dominator is dealt with, the internal pollution of the world still persists.
My avatar has already confird that the chanical Clan’s world, parts of the Tide Spirit Clan’s world, and the Federation World have all fallen.
If we don’t return soon, the Dominator clone of the Civilization Devourer will erge."
While battling with the chanical Dominator, Richard’s Dominator Puppet clone had already returned to the Star Realm and began dealing with the pollution.
As Richard expected, every mber of the chanical Clan was implanted with tic pollution. Once the chanical Dominator acted, all of them were eroded by the Civilization Devourer.
But fortunately, the chanical Clan had the fewest mbers, so the worlds were also the fewest.
Even if completely polluted, only a thousand worlds in the Alliance were affected. As long as rescue is tily, most of these worlds can be salvaged.
However, while the chanical Clan’s worlds are few, the Tide Spirit Clan’s worlds are quite nurous. Moreover, living in the oceans, many other Race worlds also host the Tide Spirit Clan.
The presence of these Tide Spirits made the task of clearing the pollution exceptionally massive.
Upon learning of the current situation in the Natural Federation from Richard, Netherworld and the Great World Tree imdiately put away their playful thoughts.
"Then we’ll leave the Ghost Lord to you, and the old tree and I will first go handle the pollution." Netherworld Dominator solemnly said to Richard.
Richard nodded slightly. "Don’t worry, the Ghost Lord will be fine. You’ve prepared a mory backup, haven’t you?"
"Yes, both he and I prepared a mory backup."
"That’s good. After being purified, he might lose so mories, but with the backup, they can be restored directly."
Before the show, Richard had reminded Netherworld and the Ghost Lord to prepare mory backups to prevent issues after the battle. It seed his advice had been heeded.
Netherworld and the Great World Tree proceeded to clear the pollution, while Richard delved into the dinsion to begin using Miracle Fire to rid the Ghost Lord of pollution.
...
It was unclear whether it was due to breaking through with the Civilization Devourer’s power or deliberately opening his heart to erosion, but the Ghost Lord’s soul was very slow to purify.
This purification by Richard took a whole year before the Ghost Lord’s soul was thoroughly cleansed.
However, the benefits were also apparent.
After purification, the Ghost Lord’s soul did not fall to an ordinary Dominator’s level. His soul remained at the Breaking Limit level, though his spiritual power’s upper limit had decreased significantly, requiring Soul Essence or other thods to enhance spiritual power for recovery.
"Where am I... Is this your dinsion?"
The fully purified Ghost Lord looked at Richard, and after a mont of confusion, he quickly realized.
"Is the play over? Who was the traitor?"
Richard replied calmly, "The chanics, they were the traitors, but I think the Tide Spirit was polluted by him."
The Ghost Lord was shocked by this revelation.
"Two of them? Then the battle..."
He stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was asking a foolish question. In the plan, he was to embrace the erosion. Since he had been rescued, the battle must have already concluded.
"The battle went smoothly, no need to worry," Richard casually replied while rummaging through his pocket.
After searching for a while, he suddenly pulled out a massive figure nearly three ters tall from the small pocket opening.
"Your body, made from the Bloodline of your Ghost Horror Clan."
The Ghost Lord was sowhat dumbfounded looking at the body before him; the body Richard pulled out was not only different from a typical Ghost Horror Clan but unrelated at all.
Although the regular Ghost Horror Clan possesses imnse strength, their bodies are usually emaciated. From a distance, the Ghost Horror Clan can almost be called slender ghostly figures.
However, the body before him was robust, like a giant.
Moreover, the regular Ghost Horror Clan’s skin is white, but this body’s skin had black stripes.
Apart from these, the Ghost Lord could clearly sense other adjustnts within this body that were entirely unlike the structure of a typical Ghost Horror Clan.
"Is this... my body?" the Ghost Lord confird.
"Of course it’s yours," Richard replied, looking at the Ghost Lord as if he was foolish. "I rember purifying pollution mostly lowers spiritual power, not innate intelligence."
The Ghost Lord was silent, entering the sowhat peculiar body quietly.
Changing bodies is not a difficult task for a Dominator, especially since Richard specifically used a Bloodline to make the adaptation. After the Ghost Lord entered the body, it didn’t take long before he established a mind-body connection.
Soon after, his face showed a hint of shock.
This body... is too strong!
The body Richard gave him, aside from being slightly inferior in appearance to his original body, was superior in all other aspects compared to his body that had evolved over tens of thousands of years.
The strength, agility, and reflexes of this new body were terrifying, making the Ghost Lord feel he could easily crush his past self after fully unleashing his True Body.
Additionally, this body included a special energy supply organ that used the Four Elents Annihilation principle to provide a constant flow of energy to his entire body.
While this Four Elents Annihilation technique wasn’t rare, turning it into an organ wasn’t particularly difficult either.
However, the energy supply from this organ exceeded the limits one would expect from its size.
Within this organ, the Ghost Lord felt a flow of the Power of Dinsion. It seed that within this organ, resembling a heart in size, a small world was hidden to serve as the annihilation reaction space.
"What’s the matter?" Richard noticed the Ghost Lord standing still and asked in confusion.
"Is there an issue with the body I made?"
"No, no," the Ghost Lord quickly replied.
Then, he respectfully bowed to Richard.
"Thank you, Master, for creating this body for . Once I return, the Ghost Horror Clan will certainly reward you handsoly."
Such a powerful body must have consud massive resources and effort. Even though the Ghost Lord knew Netherworld must have already paid for it, it didn’t stop him from expressing his gratitude.
The disparity between bodies could indeed be worlds apart.
Richard waved his hand dismissively at this and opened a Dinsion Gate in front of the Ghost Lord.
"Just a small thing made out of boredom, nothing worth thanking. Besides, the Ghost Horror Clan no longer exists; now, there are only Ghost Horror mbers of the Wizard Alliance."
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