You're Strong But Now You're Mine

Chapter 526 524: Absolute Divine Weapon · Undying Heart

In the underground hall, seven sword bearers had collapsed, completely exhausted, while five death warriors stood guard around them like corpses. Two of the most unique humans from the Shining Empire were confronting each other.One was the continent ruler from a thousand miles afar, the Pope of the Necromancy Sect, an outsider with golden hair and blue eyes, Ming Jiejin.

The other was the mysterious Sword Holder of the Holy Sword Radiance, Tea Shiyin, the curator of the White Box Library at the Imperial Academy.housands of miles away: "The gathered undead are like a vortex, continuously absorbing the vitality of the entire city; the populace controlling the undead gradually become void, uninterested in anything, like a walking corpse."

"Thirty-five years old is a threshold. Before thirty-five, a person's vitality can barely maintain a positive cycle, and thoughts are hard to be assimilated by the undead; but once over thirty-five, a person's vitality can no longer resist the siphoning by the undead, and thoughts rapidly fall into vanity, leading to natural death in a year or two."

"That's why you feel that the Western Continent is filled with joyous laughter everywhere," Ming Jie Jin explained, "Anyone who can't laugh is either at home waiting to die or already dead."

Cha Shi Yin seemed unsurprised, even saying, "Thirty-five years old isn't bad."

"Yes, for ordinary people, living happily for thirty-five years can be considered bliss," Ming Jie Jin nodded, "But what about us?"

"When the number of undead is small, there isn't much issue. But as their numbers grow, an unforeseen flaw emerges."

"When a controller dies, the undead automatically perish. The soul of the perishing undead returns to the Book of the Dead, transforming into a Spiritual Power feedback to the holder."

"Originally, this was beneficial. If the holder's undead perished in battle, the holder could receive additional Spiritual Power replenishment to continue fighting."

Le Yu also understood, that's precisely "Deathrattle," an effect where the player gains extra Spiritual Power when followers die.

"One undead perishing is fine, a hundred are fine too, but a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million?" Ming Jie Jin sighed, "The Western Continent sees nearly one and a half million undead perishing each year, approximately 4,100 perishing daily. While we're chatting, dozens of undead souls have returned to the Book of the Dead from the distant Western Continent."

"Such a high frequency and large volume of soul feedback, even if it's a good medicine, becomes poison." Ming Jie Jin tapped his temple, "Throughout history, no Pope has lived past fifty, thirty is more common, my father died at the age of thirty-four, dying even earlier than ordinary people of the Western Continent."

"You could stop this," Cha Shi Yin said without any sympathy, "If you stopped creating undead, there wouldn't be such danger."

Ming Jie Jin nodded, "You're right. Although the undead have become an indispensable force of the Western Continent, if the order of the undead clergy were forcibly ceased, other powers would be helpless against us. But the problem is, once each Pope has taken possession of the Book of the Dead, none has willingly stopped creating undead."

"Ancestor Shi Yin, you probably can't imagine what that feels like," he closed his eyes, a look of delight filling his face, "Every moment, a soul returns to the Book of the Dead, transforming into pure Spiritual Power to nourish your soul. Every moment, the world in your eyes becomes more splendid. Every moment, you feel closer to that supreme realm."

"It's poison, yet it is a cup of poison one would willingly drink to ruin. In our family, there is a legend that sitting on the Pope's throne for thirty years, assisted by the undead feedback, one can become a true god."

"Very interesting," Cha Shi Yin glanced outside, "Seems like there is a Demon Race also saying, as long as one drinks enough Immortal Blood, one can transcend the mortal and become an immortal."

"Of course, I don't believe in this legend," Ming Jie Jin laughed, "How could it be possible in just thirty years?"

"Then what about fifty years? A hundred years? Five hundred years? Two thousand years? If one lives long enough, can they stand at a higher place and see a more beautiful view?"

At this point, everything has already revealed the hidden dagger.

"Having lurked in Yanjing for over ten years, formed the National Relief Association, allied with the Barbarian Race, planned the assassination of the emperor, interfered in the search for the sword, vying for the throne. I did all of this just so I could meet you, Ancestor Shi Yin."

"Even though I think it's impossible, I still want to ask—"

"Ancestor Shi Yin,"

Ming Jie Jin looked at Cha Shi Yin, his eyes brimming with unabashed greed, a terrifying aura erupted from him, Le Yu could even see billions of vengeful spirits appearing behind Ming Jie Jin, sweeping across like a tempest!

"Can you give me your 'undying heart'?"