Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 1165: A World of Pure Death**

A skeleton army. Lin Moyu’s eyes lit up with intense interest. He hadn’t expected to see another skeleton army besides his own undead legion.

The death energy in the space became extremely dense, and gusts of wind stirred the death energy. Even cultivators with the weakest soul perception could feel the unusual aura at this moment, let alone Lin Moyu. In his eyes, the invisible death energy had accumulated into clouds, shrouding the skeleton army.

The number of skeletons wasn’t large, just a thousand-man unit, arranged in a phalanx, looking well-trained. Through sensing the death energy, Lin Moyu judged that these skeletons weren’t strong. They were even weaker than the flower monsters and the ambushers in the grass. Their combat power was estimated to be around the fourth tier of True God.

However, their large numbers, multiplied by a hundred, significantly increased the danger. According to Lin Moyu’s judgment, with strength suppressed and the power of laws greatly weakened, it would be very difficult for ordinary cultivators to deal with this skeleton army. Only a God Sovereign entering here would have a chance to break through. Even with suppressed cultivation, a God Sovereign generally had a physical body at the sixth tier of True God or higher, or even at the peak of True God. Alternatively, some races that excelled in physical strength might also have a chance to break through.

From the moment he entered the manor until now, there had been no prompts. The entire manor remained mysterious, with all the rules needing to be explored by oneself. This was different from dungeons, which always provided some hints. Even test-type dungeons would tell you what to do. But in the manor, nothing was said. All the specific rules had to be thought through and explored by oneself, greatly increasing the difficulty.

Fortunately, one principle remained unchanged: overwhelming strength could crush all techniques. As long as the strength was sufficient, one could ignore the rules and sweep through. Moreover, the strength didn’t need to be too high, just enough to sweep through the manor. For example, facing the thousand-man skeleton army ahead, other races, even those excelling in physical strength, would struggle if their physical bodies hadn’t reached the seventh tier of True God. They had two choices: either charge through without entangling with the skeletons, rushing into the central house of the manor, as the house was not far away, or fight in a roundabout way, finding opportunities to eliminate the skeletons one by one. But that would waste a lot of time and carry significant risks.

However, Lin Moyu had a third option: to kill his way through, eliminating all the skeletons and sweeping through. With a thought, a large number of Skeleton God Warriors appeared beside him. The number was just right, exactly a thousand, matching the skeleton army ahead. The Skeleton God Warriors swarmed out, leaping high and charging into the skeleton army. Axes struck down fiercely, and bones flew everywhere.

Lin Moyu watched, feeling a bit strange, muttering to himself, “It’s like a civil war.” Skeletons fighting skeletons indeed gave that impression. However, having experienced so much, Lin Moyu had long become cold-hearted and ruthless, quickly suppressing any inappropriate emotions. In no time, the thousand-man skeleton army was cleared out. The shattered bones disappeared, leaving behind a field of small crystals. Lin Moyu waved his hand, absorbing all the crystals. The small crystals automatically merged into one, forming a large crystal. The four small crystals Lin Moyu had previously obtained also joined in. The final crystal’s size was comparable to the one Tang Zhen had obtained. However, its purpose was still unclear, but Lin Moyu believed it must be useful. Yet, its significance might not be great, as even Tang Zhen, who had given up halfway, could obtain it. It was likely a consolation reward or a basic reward, given to anyone who could survive and leave the manor.

Lin Moyu put away the crystal and continued forward. Soon, the grassy area came to an end, and Lin Moyu saw the ancient manor surrounded by bricks and stones. The bricks and stones were ancient, weathered by time, and bore the marks of the years. Additionally, the bricks and stones were filled with the aura of death, a residue accumulated over time. The intense death aura had altered the nature of the bricks and stones. If an ordinary person touched them, they would be corroded by the death aura, as if cursed, leading to severe illness or even instant death. Even a Super God might be affected if they touched it.

Lin Moyu placed his hand on the bricks and stones, murmuring, “Such pure death aura.” The death aura he had sensed on the grassland earlier was several levels weaker in comparison. Walking along the wall for a while, he arrived at the manor’s main gate. The gate had two leaves, towering over twenty meters high, level with the wall. The material of the gate was special, neither iron nor copper, but it was evidently extremely heavy. The gate was closed but not locked, with a small gap left open.

Lin Moyu didn’t peek through the gap like a child. He boldly pushed the gate, which slowly opened with a creaking sound, releasing a cloud of dust, indicating it hadn’t been opened for a long time. Lin Moyu stepped back to avoid the dust, “It seems I’m the first to arrive here.” Despite many people entering, their strength likely prevented them from crossing the grassland. It wasn’t that they were weak, but they belonged to different systems. This place required strong physical bodies, while the races in the great world focused more on the soul.

Lin Moyu’s push wasn’t particularly forceful. The gate opened only a tenth of the way, revealing a gap wide enough for three people to enter side by side. Standing outside the gate, he couldn’t see the specifics inside the manor. The buildings remained distant projections, merely indicating direction. Lin Moyu didn’t hesitate and walked into the manor. Having come this far, he naturally had to go in; otherwise, there was no point in coming.

As he entered, a denser death aura greeted him. The death aura inside the manor was even more intense, like a world of death. His vision suddenly changed, and the scene before him became clear. The manor was filled with blooming flowers, vibrant and colorful. Despite the intense death aura, the flowers thrived, appearing full of life. Death and life seemed to coexist.

Lin Moyu’s heart trembled as he realized something. The scene before him embodied the law of undeath: life within death, death within life. Pure death at its extreme contained resilient vitality. Lin Moyu felt a sense of enlightenment and became intensely curious about the manor. Looking up, he saw the ancient castle within the manor, now clearly visible. The castle was tall, over a hundred meters high, ancient, and made of unknown materials, exuding a heavy aura.

Scanning his surroundings, Lin Moyu found nothing unusual and quickly moved forward.