Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1714: An Explosion of Killing Intent

“Hush!” Lu Yun suddenly said. “Someone’s coming, we need to hide!”

Ao Qin waved a hand and popped the four out of existence.

……

“Strange, where did the body of that dragon heavyweight go?” An elder with a long white beard stood where the group had just been and looked down at the sea. “Did someone take Ao Qin’s body before me?”

He was an expert of the Corpse Refiners and held a Bag of Corpse Refinement in his hand, ready to claim Ao Qin’s corpse.

The sect had designs on the body long ago, but Ao Qin was the pride of the dragon race and there were many dragon representatives in the tomb. If the Corpse Refiners rashly moved the body away, they’d not only meet with resistance from the dragons, but also become their enemies.

Things were different now. Since the world of sequence had matured and countless powerhouses were embroiled in struggles over it, the dragons had no energy to spare for this locale. Thus, this Corpse Refiner representative visited at first light.

“Or is it that fellow disciples have been waiting in the shadows too?” The white-haired elder was highly reluctant to accept the situation. If he could refine Ao Qin into a battle zombie, that’d be at least a seventeenth level sequence subordinate. If it mutated, the zombie could reach eighteen levels!

Eighteenth level sequence would make it the strongest force in the Abyssal Tomb.

“I’m not giving up!” The elder set his jaw and brandished his bag, tracking the lingering corpse qi to Ao Qin’s body.

The body of a seventeenth level sequence expert was too tempting for the Corpse Refiners. The elder’s own strength would be on par with seventeen levels if he made the corpse into his battle zombie, so he would never give up on his goal.

Hummm.

A cerulean halberd broke through the void the second he raised the bag and nailed him right in the chest. Caught off guard, the elder coughed up a mouthful of blood. Gray fire darted out of the air before he could respond and turned him to ashes.

The elder’s body appeared with a blaze of black hellfire in the Disordered Hell.

“Subordinate Feng Xianhuo of the Corpse Refiners greets the master!” the elder said fearfully as he cowered on the ground before Lu Yun’s replica.

“Fifteen levels huh? Not bad.” Lu Yun looked approvingly at the kowtowing Feng Xianhuo. That made him the strongest Infernum under Lu Yun’s banner, and a Corpse Refiner to boot. There were certainly countless zombies in his Bag of Corpse Refinement, so subduing one Feng Xianhuo meant owning a zombie army.

“I ask, you answer.” Lu Yun looked at Feng Xianhuo.

“Understood,” the man followed every one of Lu Yun’s orders.

Off to the side, Moran Dongning looked curiously at them, but didn’t pry into Lu Yun’s secrets.

“Where is the original emperor?” That was the most pressing issue. Lu Yun was here for the emperor and his Imperial Seal. Although he could sense its presence after entering the tomb, he couldn’t determine its precise location.

The layouts of the tomb were interfering with his senses.

“At the banks of the world of sequence!” Feng Xianhuo quickly responded. “The original emperor is one of the strongest experts in the yang tomb and he’s gathered a group of powerful natives. He’s one of the most important factions fighting for the world of sequence!”

“I see.” Lu Yun nodded and dismissed his replica. He didn’t ask about the Corpse Refiners or the outside world. The more he knew, the more scattered his thoughts would be and his concentration divided. It was better to focus on the original emperor and gaining the Imperial Seal first.

“Let’s go to the banks of the world of sequence!” Lu Yun turned to Ao Qin.

“Have you cast some sort of curse on me?” the dragon frowned faintly. He’d realized that he couldn’t decline Lu Yun’s requests. Some sort of respect for the human emanated from the bottom of his heart.

“Don’t think too much!” Lu Yun transmitted. “You were resurrected by the god of Mount Tai, who is my disciple in his current reincarnation. You once sheltered in the Sal Tree of Life and Death, which is now part of my great dao. You’ve just come back to life and your soul awakened. That’s the only reason why you can’t say no to me.”

Ao Qin’s eyes widened. The strongest powerhouse of this Land of Reincarnation was Lu Yun’s disciple?

He didn’t doubt the young man’s words. Being newly revived and dyed with too much of Lu Yun’s dao, it was causing him to hold an unshakeable respect for the young man. That he’d been willing to explain this meant that he had no intentions of controlling Ao Qin.

The dragon’s level of strength meant that it took only a dozen breaths for the group to arrive at the banks of the world of sequence. However, he didn’t take them straight there as it currently ran with rivers of blood.

A great war that’d brewed for an unknown period of time had finally broken out. Countless races, clans, factions, and heavyweights commenced a heaven-shaking campaign of conquest. Gore and violence could be seen from hundreds of millions of kilometers away.

“There won’t be a conclusion to this level of slaughter anytime soon. It will take more than a massacre to refine the world of sequence,” Lu Yun murmured with a deep breath.

“They’ve been bottled up here for too long.” Chu Xingran shook his head slightly. “This savagery isn’t for the world of sequence. They’re just venting their frustrations.”

Lu Yun blinked.

“And not only that,” Ao Qin continued. “But if one side does manage to cow all the others, they’ll have a leg up on everyone when they truly enter the world of sequence. They’ll dominate the other parties from sheer intimidation alone.”

His eyes sparkled with light as he clearly read everything happening in the distance.

“Are you not going to help?” A surprised Chu Xingran looked at him. “You’re definitely a titan on the field with your level of strength. If you join in, the dragons will be reinvigorated.”

“The dragons?” Ao Qin ground his teeth when he heard his race. “The dragons? Heh. Hah. HAH!”

“Does… your death have something to do with your race?” Lu Yun jerked his head around.

“The Spacetime King may have killed me, but I had a chance of living before I truly died. I would’ve had a chance if the rest of my race had intervened. But…” Ao Qin stopped.

The dragons in the tomb had been unnerved by the Spacetime King’s reputation and shrank back at a crucial moment. Ao Qin didn’t want to walk with a bunch of cowards; he lacked even his previous passion for the world of sequence.

All he wanted to do was to return to his homeland and seclude himself at home, never to be involved in anything ever again.

“There’s some trash here watching the battles. Brothers, kill them all!” A group of berserk cultivators leering with bloodlust and covered in blood disengaged from the battlefield and charged them.

etvolare's Thoughts

Wow. Despite being dragons, they were seriously a useless bunch. I totally understand how discouraged Ao Qin might be.