He finally took a deep look at the profound valley entrance, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from within, an aura that made one's soul tremble.
In the original work, Dai Yun'er, known as the Bedside Douluo, who followed Tang Wulin here, was almost shattered to death by the Dragon God's Dragon Soul, and that Dragon God's Dragon Soul was also taken away by Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena at that time.
“It’s time to leave.” Halosa, controlling Hei Yi's body, turned and walked back the way he came.
Although this trip to Dragon Valley didn't reach the core Dragon God's Dragon Soul, the massive amount of True Dragon Undead Resentment collected already exceeded expectations.
These powers are enough for my true self to digest for a long time, and my strength will surely experience a leap.
As for the Dragon God's Dragon Soul… if I can confidently claim it for myself before Silver Dragon King takes it, then I will come back.
Halosa's true self easily “pulled” Hei Yi's body back through the Netherworld Gate.
Looking at the scattered pile of Undead Knight skeletons on the ground, Waste because they lost their bone seeds, Halosa frowned slightly: “The Netherworld Gate is good to use, but the Skeleton Small World it connects to is still too unstable, and I can't fully control it.”
This Skeleton Small World might be an inconspicuous small World in the Netherworld; if I want to fully control it, I must first reinforce it, but now he has no idea.
He knew that this smooth round trip was entirely due to his own powerful true self acting as a precise “anchor point,” otherwise such a cross-spatial “recall” would be almost impossible to achieve.
This reminded him that when Tang San guided the God Realm back in the original work, he also needed to set up many anchor points in advance, showing the difficulty of plane travel.
He walked to Hei Yi's body and effortlessly reached out to grab it.
A bone seed burning with quiet green flames and a death dragon bone emitting a chilling aura were forcibly peeled out of Hei Yi's body.
With the bone seed, it would be easier to create another Undead Knight.
Deprived of the support of these two items, Hei Yi's body fell straight to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, instantly losing all vitality.
“It's still too crude,” Halosa said flatly, looking at Hei Yi's corpse, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
This self-created Spirit Ability, which uses the core bone seed of an Undead Knight to control others, caused too much damage to the host's life essence.
Hei Yi was at least a Spirit Douluo, and his physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, yet he couldn't last long before his oil ran out and his lamp died.
“Perhaps… Ilex's undead magic could offer a more refined method?” He couldn't help but think of the long-dormant gray light cluster in his sea of consciousness.
Nearly two years had passed.
During these two years, Halosa’s true self, besides healing and absorbing the vast undead resentment brought back from Dragon Valley, mostly focused his mind on his sea of consciousness, continuously nourishing the gray light cluster—Ilex’s divine sense fragment—with his powerful mental force and the power of death essence.
Now, that light cluster was much more solid than two years ago, no longer appearing as if it would dissipate at any moment.
Halosa turned and walked to the corner of the small house.
The Titled Douluo elder, Deng Zhan, whom he had tormented into a state of mental exhaustion, was curled up there, feigning sleep with his eyes closed.
“Stop pretending, do you want to live or die?” Halosa’s voice was devoid of warmth, and he directly kicked Deng Zhan.
“Live! Live!” Deng Zhan flinched from the kick, almost springing up, and immediately knelt on the ground, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear and hoarseness.
For the past few months, his sea of consciousness had barely known peace; Halosa’s true self would occasionally “visit” him with death-attributed mental force, tormenting him to the brink of mental collapse.
“Open your sea of consciousness,” Halosa commanded.
Deng Zhan dared not resist in the slightest and immediately complied.
Halosa separated a wisp of condensed death mental imprint, which, like a cold brand, was deeply etched into the core of Deng Zhan's sea of consciousness.
This imprint could not only monitor his thoughts at any time but also decide his life and death with a single thought.
Deng Zhan's face was ashen, knowing that he had completely become the other party's slave.
“I have a task for you,” Halosa said indifferently, “Within the Tang Sect, accumulate as much rare metal as you can for me.
If the quantity you accumulate doesn’t satisfy me, you know the consequences.” He casually took the storage spirit tool from Deng Zhan’s waist, forcibly erased the imprint, and opened it to see a considerable amount of rare metals inside, far more than what he had snatched from Hei Yi earlier.
“Hmm, at least one-tenth of this every year, I suppose.” Halosa weighed the storage spirit tool and gave a standard that made Deng Zhan's vision go dark.
Deng Zhan trembled all over, only able to nod repeatedly: “Yes… yes… my lord…”
“Also,” Halosa’s voice grew colder, “find out the defensive arrangements of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for me.”
Upon hearing this, Deng Zhan almost fainted directly.
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well! That was one of the Tang Sect's most core and secret treasures!
As a Titled Douluo from the Star Luo Continent branch, he had only heard its name and some vague rumors; he only generally knew its location was near Heaven Dou City on the Douluo Continent, let alone the detailed defensive arrangements!
This task was simply asking for his life!
Halosa’s icy gaze swept over him, leaving no room for discussion: “That’s your business.
Remember, don’t have any crooked thoughts, don’t try to report it, and don’t even dream of touching the imprint I left.
Otherwise…” The rest of the words didn’t need to be said; the chilling killing intent had already made Deng Zhan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Just as Halosa was about to give Deng Zhan some more “motivation,” his expression suddenly changed, and his eyebrows slightly raised.
In the depths of his sea of consciousness, the gray light cluster that had been dormant for nearly two years finally… showed signs of awakening!
An extremely faint but extraordinarily ancient and profound fluctuation was slowly emanating from it.
Halosa no longer paid attention to Deng Zhan, who was grieving on the ground, and his figure instantly disappeared from the small house.
His full attention immediately focused on the gray light cluster in his sea of consciousness.
In the sea of consciousness, the solidified gray light finally stabilized, slowly condensing and stretching, eventually forming a phantom human silhouette.
This was the image of an old man with a rustic mage robe and white hair and beard; his face vaguely showed the handsomeness of his youth, but his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes and wisdom accumulated by time.
It was precisely the divine sense projection of the Necromancer Saint Mage—Ilex; although still very illusory, he could finally manifest a form.
Halosa looked at this phantom formed by the divine sense fragment.
He himself possessed demigod-level divine sense, and Ilex at his peak in life was also merely a demigod; now, only fragments remained, so Halosa did not show reverence but simply looked at the other party calmly.
Ilex's phantom bowed slightly, his voice ancient and carrying a peculiar rhythmic sense: “I, Ilex, thank you for stabilizing me.
During my slumber, I caused much disturbance.” He was aware of his current state and understood that the other party’s taking him in was by no means out of kindness.