Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 803: Dispersing Like Smoke, The Gift of the Ancestors

A large number of wild beasts and insect race creatures rushed out from the Land of the Buried Gods, scattering in all directions. Lin

They would become Lin Moyu’s eyes, helping him find the path.

The entire Land of the Buried Gods was shining brightly.

The soul power of the Blade Sovereign flowed slowly, awakening one powerful will after another.

This battle was over, and the remnant souls no longer needed to appear; they deserved to rest.

The former gods and the ancestors of the human race, who had fought for countless years, deserved to rest.

The Blade Sovereign was one of the leaders of that great battle, and under his call, the wills of the human race’s strong awakened one after another.

They turned into white light, gradually dissipating into the air.

The dispersal of the remnant souls was a true release.

Lin Moyu received one will after another.

These former strong beings of the human race were expressing their gratitude to Lin Moyu.

These wills also carried some scenes from the past, making Lin Moyu feel like he was personally experiencing that great battle, witnessing the bloody fights.

Unknowingly, his eyes became moist.

An unprecedented shock filled his heart.

Lin Moyu was deeply moved by their wills, which carried an unimaginable belief.

Lin Moyu had never thought of becoming a savior.

People are selfish, and he was no exception.

But the ancestors of the human race in those wills were all selfless.

In their eyes, there was only great love, love for the world of the human race.

Lin Moyu would not say something like, “I will protect the world from now on.”

He knew what he should and shouldn’t do; he had his own beliefs and would not be influenced by anyone.

After the Land of the Buried Gods shone brilliantly, it completely disappeared.

The land became empty, and the black fog that shrouded it all year round also disappeared.

Even the sky seemed a bit clearer.

Lin Moyu once again saw the towering mountain standing in front of the Land of the Buried Gods.

The mountain was not wide, just tall.

It looked like a long spear, standing straight between heaven and earth.

Even with Lin Moyu’s eyesight, he couldn’t see the top; this mountain was at least over 100,000 meters high. Lin Moyu always felt that this spear was somewhat unusual.

Memories from earlier flashed by, and he slowly uttered four words, “Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign.” Among the many tombstones earlier, there was one tombstone, second only to the Blade Sovereign’s.

The tombstone was inscribed with the four characters “Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign,” different from the Blade Sovereign, Sword Sovereign, Fist Sovereign, and others.

Lin Moyu guessed that in the world at that time, super god-level beings were referred to as “Sovereign.”

And there were certain rules, not just randomly named.

But the Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign was different, indicating that his weapon was a spear.

However, at the last moment, the remnant souls of most of the human race’s strong had manifested and disappeared, except for him.

Judging by the position of the Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign’s tombstone, his strength could be inferred.

Even if he died in battle, he should have left a remnant soul.

Looking at the 100,000-meter-high mountain before him…

Lin Moyu quickly flew upwards.

The Undead Wings vibrated, rapidly ascending tens of thousands of meters.

Finally, he saw the top, and Lin Moyu’s speed suddenly increased, quickly reaching the top.

“Desolate Beast…”

This was not a mountain, but a long spear.

The spear tip was extremely sharp, standing upright towards the sky, as if it wanted to pierce through the heavens.

On the spear tip, a Desolate Beast Emperor was impaled, dead on the spearhead.

Judging by its size, this Desolate Beast Emperor was even stronger than the one that awakened in the cemetery.

Lin Moyu’s eyes flickered, quickly understanding the most likely scenario.

“It should be the leader of the desolate beasts, the strongest one.”

“The Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign used his own life to perish together with it.”

“That’s why he had a unique title, Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign.”

It was a true mutual destruction, even the remnant soul was annihilated.

This long spear should be a super god-level weapon, a precious weapon sent to the human race from the greater world at that time. But Lin Moyu did not touch it, instead letting it remain here.

This long spear could be seen as a monument, a monument to the unyielding will of this world.

On the original Land of the Buried Gods, scattered weapons lay around, all super god-level weapons once used by the human race’s ancestors. Lin Moyu collected all these weapons and brought them back to the human race, greatly enhancing their combat power. Lin Moyu respectfully bowed to the long spear of the Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign, bidding farewell.

Suddenly, the long spear emitted a brilliant light, and the body of the Desolate Beast Emperor impaled on the spearhead melted like ice and snow.

Two streams of soul essence flew into Lin Moyu’s soul world, followed by a booming voice.

“Thank you, young friend, for helping us find release. I have nothing to give in return, so I offer you the soul of this beast and my own soul.”

Lin Moyu’s body trembled violently, finally understanding.

The Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign did not die but locked his soul into the spear, battling the soul of the Desolate Beast Emperor.

After an unknown duration of battle, the Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign finally won, but his physical body was destroyed, and his soul was damaged, unable to leave the spear.

Once he left, he would truly die and disappear.

Over the years, he had witnessed everything that happened in the Land of the Buried Gods. He was aware of Lin Moyu’s arrival and the release and relief of everyone in the Land of the Buried Gods.

With this final voice, the last will of the Desolate Beast Spear Sovereign also disappeared, achieving true release.

“My soul…”

Lin Moyu then discovered that his soul quality had significantly improved.

His soul had already entered the second stage, like wearing a layer of bronze helmet and iron armor.

Now this layer of bronze helmet and iron armor was even brighter and stronger, with a faint golden light appearing on it.

The quality of his soul had greatly improved silently, not far from the peak of the second grade.

Lin Moyu was deeply moved, realizing that the ancestors of the human race had given him their soul essence as they bid farewell.

This indicated that they no longer had any attachments to this world and could truly leave in peace.

The journey to the Land of the Buried Gods ended perfectly, and Lin Moyu was very satisfied with the result.

However, the journey in the deep space was not truly over.

His soul quality had not yet reached the peak of the second grade, still a bit short.

Only by reaching the peak of the second grade could he be fully confident in extracting all his talents.

This matter could not afford any mistakes.

From Antares, Lin Moyu learned some things about the deep space.

The deep space was part of the ancient battlefield, and it was the oldest part of history.

In the previous era, many great battles had erupted here, and many strong beings had fallen.

Besides the Land of the Buried Gods, there were many other remnant souls of strong beings in the deep space.

Lin Moyu aimed to obtain these remnant souls to improve his soul quality.

Additionally, there was another very important item that he could try to find if he had the chance this time. That was the world core that Jiang Yi most wanted to obtain.

It was said to be the core left after a small world was destroyed, containing the essence of the small world, a treasure of the true god level.

Moreover, if Lin Moyu wanted to become the master of the world, this world core was also very important.

How to find it, Lin Moyu didn’t know, and Antares mysteriously kept it a secret, saying Lin Moyu would naturally know. Lin Moyu remembered Antares’ mischievous smile at that time, knowing it was up to no good. At this moment, a large number of elemental giants and insect race wild beasts were clearing the way for Lin Moyu, acting as his eyes.

The map of the deep space was becoming more detailed.

What monsters were in which places, their approximate levels, and whether there were particularly dangerous areas were all being explored.

During the exploration, level 97 elemental giants kept falling.

Lin Moyu also witnessed many magical monster areas.

Suddenly, a message came.

The leader of the elemental giants suddenly lost contact.

A half-step super god-level being had suffered a loss.

With a thought, a super god-level wild beast changed direction, heading towards the point of the incident.