Necropolis Immortal

A massive beast toppled to the ground, devoid of life. Lu Yun sliced its head open and harvested its core.

This was a supreme-level beast whose soul entered hell after the young man killed it. However, he didn’t need this kind of Infernum, so he had the beast transform into one of hell’s denizens.

Lu Yun didn’t know how long it’d been since he arrived in the World of Soul Dominion. He unknowingly accessed another three levels of sequence during this time and was now twenty-eighth level sequence.

Rising from twenty-four to twenty-eight levels in less than a year was something he’d never dared consider before. He was also certain that it’d been less than a year since his arrival.After all, the rules of the world would send him out when his stay reached one year.

By now, he could kill these beasts with his bare hands. They were sturdy and raised the destructive force of a supreme with every move, but they weren’t cultivators in the end. They were just a bunch of ridiculously strong animals. Lu Yun was an ant to them, but this ant was a cultivator.

He easily slayed them with one move after locating their weakness. Lu Yun currently counted thirty cores in his possession and all of the beasts had entered his hell as new residents. Since he didn’t lack for Infernum, he might as well have them establish new lives as locals of the netherworld. They maintained the body and soul of a supreme when reborn—that made them far more valuable than a group of ghostly servants with limited potential.

Lu Yun’s control over the Tome of Life and Death had reached these depths by now.

The female ghost followed by his side this entire time. These days, she looked at the young man with a hint of fear. He’d rushed into a herd of thirty beasts earlier and killed one of them with one strike, scaring off the rest. She couldn’t manage the feat if it was up to her.

Of course, Lu Yun hadn’t used brute force. It was a combination of ambush and technique. Regardless, he accomplished something that a fortieth level ghost cultivator couldn’t. This further solidified the ghost’s desire to bring Lu Yun back to the Dark Hell of ghost souls.

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Green smoke rose into the air as the fragrant smell of roasted meat wafted through the surroundings.

“I had three hundred and eighty-seven chances to move against you during our travels. Thirty-six of them were opportunities to kill you with one strike,” Lu Yun said meaningfully.

The ghost’s ghastly pale face shifted and she took a few steps back, maintaining a safe distance between herself and the young man.

“As I thought, the bigger the thing, the coarser the meat. This isn’t good at all,” Lu Yun grumbled and threw away a meat skewer.

“There’s a frozen pool one hundred and fifty million kilometers to the north. Apparently, the fish there taste good,” the ghost offered subconsciously.

“The fish there are also on par with supremes, aren’t they?” Lu Yun turned to look at her.

“The frozen pool is dragon territory. Relations between them and the Myriad Spirit Grand Supreme don’t seem to be that harmonious,” the ghost said to herself instead of responding.

“Dragons huh…” Lu Yun put away the cow-like corpse with a wave of his hand and made straight for the pond. One hundred and fifty million kilometers wasn’t that much of a distance in his current state. He quickly arrived at the pool that the ghost mentioned.

As she said, it was occupied by dragons. An enormous city sprawled on its banks and all sorts of draconic figures bustled in and out of the gates. Although Lu Yun had speculated that many great factions had probably constructed communities on this world, it was his first time seeing a city.

“Chu Xingran is probably here too, but it seems to be golden dragon territory.” Lu Yun’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that most of the dragons populating the city were from the golden dragon faction.

“Indeed, they are golden dragons.” The ghost had followed him over, but was exposed the moment she opened her mouth. Three thirty-level-sequence dragon warriors appeared in front of them and surrounded the two.

“You laid a trap for me?” Lu Yun looked at the ghost with narrowed eyes. There was chaos dirt on him and he’d taken pains to conceal himself. No one should’ve discovered him.

Meanwhile, the dragons hadn’t discovered him. They’d discovered the ghost.

“The World of Soul Dominion is highly dangerous. In order to prevent the master of ghosts from running around and finding danger, I’m afraid the master will have to subject himself to temporary accommodations,” the ghost responded matter-of-factly.

“Who are you and how dare you spy on dragon territory?!” Though the warriors were only thirtieth level sequence, they were incomparably ferocious and wholly unafraid of facing a fortieth level sequence ghost.

“What do the dragons matter!” Lu Yun abruptly erupted. “They’re nothing but a bunch of reptiles compared to the Dark Hell. DIE!!”

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

His hand rose and fell three times before the dragons could react and chopped their heads off. However, he left their nascent spirits intact.

Lu Yun was in the guise of the female ghost. His voice carried clearly and alarmed the city tens of thousands of kilometers away. A large sum of dragons rushed over and sealed off the area within the span of a breath.

In the meantime, Lu Yun used Shapeshifting to transform himself into a particle of dust and vanished from sight. The ghost stood dumbly where she was, dumbfounded and not knowing what to do.

“Milord, that’s her. That ghost cultivator just killed—pff!” The nascent spirit that Lu Yun hadn’t destroyed detonated amid a haze of ghostly force.

“Take her!” Their leader was a golden dragon at forty levels of sequence.

The golden dragons’ Dragon Dominance Ring was useless on ghost cultivators. Thus, they’d always been wary of this type of cultivator. On the other hand, as strong as the ghost cultivators were, they were also unwilling to provoke the dragons.

“You court death!” The ghost wasted no time upon understanding that Lu Yun had turned the tables on her. She transformed into thousands of copies of herself, overlaying ghostly images in the void and slaughtering all of the dragons in less than one-thousandth of a breath.

Up in the air, their leader howled with outrage and anguish. Slaughtering dragons in their territory was no different from slapping their faces!

A brilliantly sparkling halberd appeared in his hand and he raised it on the ghost. She was extraordinarily fierce, equally unafraid when chasing the Moran sisters and when facing draconic geniuses.

“You’re not a cultivator of the Dark Hell, you’re from the Ghost Sect!” he suddenly roared.

“Well, well, you know too much,” the ghost sneered.

Whoosh!

Her slender arm was like the edge of a blade as it sliced right through the fortieth level sequence cultivator.

Golden blood splashed through the air.