Chapter 513: Are You Afraid of Causing a Seclusion Breakdown?

"Your integrity reminds me of a horse. But hugging my thigh won't help you; you need to hug the Immortal God's." Nai Ge Li Si felt secretly delighted but said this aloud.

The owl narrowed its eyes into a triangle and asked seriously, "Is it really the Immortal God?"

"Of course it's true. That whole long list I just mentioned is true." Nai Ge Li Si put his hands on his hips, raised his tail, and looked extremely proud.

Silba stood up, looked at Seeing Ange, took a deep breath, and dove forward.

Seeing Ange was prepared long ago and blocked its face with the sole of his foot.

Although hugging wasn't allowed, the dragon's body could still be given, because they were also looking for a suitable soul; a soul capable of driving a fifty-meter-long dragon was rare and not easily encountered.

Even for a living dragon, a powerful consciousness was required; it was impossible to use the consciousness of a little fat sheep to drive a dragon. If it were possible, they would have found a little fat sheep long ago; there was one right at the crossroads.

"The question now is, what price are you willing to pay for a dragon body?" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

The owl patted both sides of its body, sending a wave of down feathers flying, and said with great nonchalance, "Except for the fur on my body, only my soul remains. I am willing to serve you, my King."

A flame of soul vow floated up.

This was the most basic requirement; it was impossible to let a massive creature of over fifty meters go uncontrolled. At the very least, a loyalty vow was needed. However, Nai Ge Li Si had originally intended to squeeze out something else, but seeing Silba's straightforward manner, he realized that if the guy couldn't even afford the little fat sheep's money, what was there to squeeze?

Seeing Ange accepted its soul flame.

"So how do you want to transform? Transform into a dragon lich, or transform into a living black dragon?" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

"Living, living. I was a dragon lich before; why would I transform back? That's boring. I want to transform into a living one," Silba said excitedly.

Nai Ge Li Si said, "But this black dragon's body is already several thousand years old, and it has been sealed for so long. We don't know how many years it has left to live."

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Silba rolled his eyes: "I can wait until I die of old age and then transform into a lich."

"... You make a very good point. Although there is a success rate for living beings transforming, even if it fails, I suppose you have a way to reassemble the dragon soul. Anyway, you've lived for thousands of years for nothing." Nai Ge Li Si said gloomily.

Silba nodded his owl head, wearing an expression of "You are very right."

"So now..." Nai Ge Li Si looked at Anthony.

Transferring a consciousness into a living creature was Anthony's technique; even the Undead Empire couldn't do it.

Anthony said, "Then we need to find a reincarnation altar now, a large reincarnation altar. If it's too small, it won't fit the dragon corpse. We can also reincarnate Abuke at the same time. Do you know where there is a large reincarnation altar?"

The last sentence was directed at Silba. Silba immediately showed an expression that was somewhat troubled yet somewhat relieved: "I actually do know where one is, but I suspect it has been abandoned for many years. I don't know if it can still be used."

"Where is it?"

"At the Immortal God Temple."

"Which city's Immortal God Temple?"

"Of course, the Immortal God Main Temple on the Plain of Rest."

"..."

"Have you forgotten what we came here to do? We came here to test my Truth Negation ability. Now you tell me to go to the Plain of Rest? What kind of place is that? That is the realm of death. Are we going there to die?" Gre was extremely confused and started chattering as soon as she sat in the carriage.

"Oh right, we are all dead. Sending us there is just 'sending to die'!" Flash Flash Feiti patted his ribs, making a clattering sound, and felt very satisfied with his train of thought.

Gre didn't care that he was the Lord of Mourning. She glared at him unpleasantly and said, "We call that 'funeral procession,' not 'sending to die.' I'll bury you later."

Anthony smiled and asked, "You seem very resistant to the Plain of Rest. Are you afraid?"

"Of course I'm afraid. Aren't you afraid? You are still the Pope of the Light Church. If you are surrounded by undead creatures, they could smash your bones to pieces, then suck the marrow out inside, and smack their lips saying: 'Tastes like Holy Light.'" Gre said unpleasantly.

Anthony immediately wrote something on the paper.

"What are you writing?" Nai Ge Li Si asked curiously.

"Oh, that joke is good. I'm copying it." Anthony joked.

Several heads poked over; there was no concept at all of not looking at things others wrote. They saw some words written on the paper. The newest part read: "Resistant." There was no joke he mentioned.

"What is this?" Nai Ge Li Si asked, puzzled.

"Organizing some psychological profiles. After all, we are not people from here. Some views are prone to preconceptions, which cannot represent the situation of people here, leading to misjudgments. Judging from Gre's reaction, she is very resistant to the Land of Rest. Why? Could it be that there is too much negative information? Or is she afraid because she doesn't understand?" Anthony explained.

Gre blinked, frowned, and after a long while, she said, "It must be that I've heard too much negative information. The information just now about sucking marrow was something I heard. I clearly know that undead creatures don't eat, yet I still can't help but think that way and use it as a joke to refute you."

She also realized something was wrong. After a pause, she asked, "What is a 'psychological profile'?"

"You are a mage, so I will use magic to explain. It is a spell model used to help me analyze other people's psychology, convenient for me to categorize." Anthony explained.

"Oh? Then what is my profile?" Gre asked curiously.

Anthony smiled slightly: "Competitive."

Gre felt extremely uncomfortable, as if she were naked and being looked at completely. She clearly hadn't shown any sign of being competitive; when interacting with them, she had always acted like a good little baby. How could he see through her?

Since childhood, more than one person had said this about her, but those were her relatives and close friends. Having known each other for many years, seeing through her was normal. But how long had she known Anthony? Did this person have mind-reading abilities?

Gre involuntarily sat a little further away.

As soon as she moved away, others swarmed over. Flash Flash Feiti raised his hand and asked, "What about me? What about me? What is my profile?"

The little angel also asked, "Awo!"

The little zombie also asked, "Awo awo!"

The big cat also asked, "Awo wu!"

After a chaotic mess, Anthony finally managed to calm down these creatures who could be seen through at a glance without needing a profile, and then said, "So, someone intentionally fabricated quite a few rumors about undead creatures, letting them spread wildly, slandering the reputation of the undead."

Nai Ge Li Si frowned: "The Warlock Alliance?"

Anthony shook his head: "It's not necessarily them. You must know that intelligent creatures have a strong need to fabricate, slander, and intimidate others to achieve inner satisfaction. Old John under the tree at the village entrance could fabricate a rumor about skeletons eating people just to scare children, and then, passed from mouth to mouth, it would easily spread across the plane."

"That's true." Nai Ge Li Si understood instantly because he himself had a strong bad habit of teasing others: "So what is the real situation on the Plain of Rest? Is there danger for us if we go there?"

Silba replied, "There's no danger at all. If we can find something that can move when we get there, that would be considered good luck for us."

"Half a plane is so big. There might not even be tens of thousands of intelligent undead creatures, concentrated in a few important strongholds. Those mindless skeletons and corpses are similarly gathered in a few points. The more numerous they are, the thicker the Xirang soil becomes. They generally do not stray alone; otherwise, they rot easily. So it's hard to even encounter one that is moving."

Nai Ge Li Si said, "That's true. Even if we encounter them, it doesn't matter. Let Flash Flash Feiti show his head and scare them away."

"Uh, if Flash Flash Feiti shows his head, the entire Undead Empire will be alarmed. By then, we would be the ones running, otherwise we'd be surrounded and watched." Anthony said.

"Flash Feiti, put on your Soul Armor for a bit, use the soul to scare them, hehe." Nai Ge Li Si's mischievous streak flared up again.

"Let's go, let's go. With so many undead souls, the Resting Plains should be our home, there's nothing to fear. But Grey, you don't need to go. Look around nearby and see if there's any force field that can verify the negation of truth." Ang Dongni said.

Grey said indignantly: "No, I want to go too. I want to see the Resting Plains, whether it's as terrifying as the legends say."

The moment she finished speaking, she saw everyone's strange looks coming her way, and she immediately shuddered in alarm—wasn't this just being competitive? Her true nature had been exposed without her realizing it.

……

Past the Dead Line, on a road leading to the Resting Plains, an undead war horse cursed and grumbled while pulling a carriage: "You summoned me out just to pull a cart? What do you take me for? What do you take me for?"

Ang Dongni, who was leading the war horse, wore an apologetic smile. He was clad in Soul Armor, not looking in the slightest like the Holy Pope of Light.

The little zombie, Seeing Ange, Abuke, Flash Feiti, and so on, all summoned their Soul Armor, walking beside the carriage wreathed in black mist. The little angel, Nai Ge Li Si, Ma Xier Ba, and the others who weren't convenient to disguise, sat inside the carriage.

A group like this walking down the road—no one would dare say they weren't undead.

Sure enough, after walking two or three days past the Dead Line, they hadn't encountered a single 'living' undead, only the occasional ghost patrollers drifting across the sky. Instead, they passed several small human towns.

"Why are there human towns on this side of the Dead Line?" Nai Ge Li Si asked in confusion.

"Because no one collects taxes here. Those who can't survive flee to this side." Ma Xier Ba said.

"Oh, just like Bridgehead Town with Selina in the Fallen Lands. Big Cat, do you still remember your divine attendant?"

"Aowu~" Big Cat replied lazily.

After entering the Resting Plains, the human towns could no longer be seen. From time to time, wandering skeletons and zombies could still be spotted, and the breathing earth on the ground also appeared sporadically, here a patch, there a patch, like mottled spots on the earth.

"Didn't you say it wasn't easy to run into 'living' ones on the road? Didn't you say the low-level skeletons and zombies all gather in just a few places? Why are there so many here?" Nai Ge Li Si angrily patted Ma Xier Ba on the head.

Ma Xier Ba wore an innocent expression: "I don't know either. Look how thick the breathing earth is—when did this place become a gathering spot? It wasn't like this six hundred years ago. Six hundred years ago, this was still grassland."

"Kuabada, how many years has it been since you came back?"

"Uh, even if I came back I wouldn't run around everywhere. Where would I get the energy to run around?" Ma Xier Ba wanted to cry.

But they were all unintelligent low-level skeletons and zombies. Seeing Seeing Ange's group approach, they fled in panic, and without incident, everyone arrived at the location of the Undead God Main Temple.

However, only a pile of crumbling ruins remained here. The main hall of the Undead God Temple had collapsed ten years ago, but its decline had actually begun several hundred years earlier.

Just when everyone thought there was no living thing left here, the sound of swish—swish—swish— rang out.

From behind a collapsed pillar, a silver skeleton turned out. It carried a broom, sweeping this way as it came. The swishing sound came from the broom. Seeing Seeing Ange's group, it tilted its head.

"Bone Priest? No, that's not the aura of a Bone Priest. Why does Your Majesty always like to use skeletons as temple priests? Isn't he afraid they'll run the temple into bankruptcy? Uh—oh, it's already collapsed, then never mind." Nai Ge Li Si rambled on.

The silver skeleton tilted its head and sized up Seeing Ange's group for a while, then slowly turned the broom upside down, the broom part forming a cleaver.