bookbashuk Chapter 263 Leng Yaozhu's Journey to the Undead Dimension
Chapter 263 Leng Yaozhu's Journey to the Undead Dimension
That very night, upon returning to the Spirit Pagoda, Huo Yuhao locked himself in his room and took out the scale that shimmered with red and blue light.
The process of fusing with the external soul bone went much more smoothly than he had expected, and it perfectly integrated into his body with almost no rejection reaction.
With a thought, he activated the external soul bone.
A red and blue halo spread outwards from his chest, instantly covering his entire body.
In that instant, he felt as if he were tightly wrapped in a thin film of interwoven warmth and coolness, which then materialized into a complete set of dragon scale armor.
The armor was a blend of red and blue, with the icy blue scales gleaming with a cold light and the fiery red scales shimmering with a scorching dark glow. The two colors blended harmoniously on his body, somewhat resembling the spirit possession of a dragon-type spirit master.
Huo Yuhao looked down at his brand-new armor, tapped the plate on his chest, and heard a dull, solid echo.
He then tried several other attack methods, from ordinary soul skills to a full-force attack after compressing soul power. As Gu Yue had said, attacks below the Title Douluo level were simply unable to penetrate the armor's defenses.
He also discovered an extra surprise: the Ice and Fire Dragon King Armor's defense against both ice and fire attributes is ridiculously strong; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's immune to both ice and fire.
What's even better is that the armor can be completely hidden under the skin when not in use, leaving no trace, and will not affect the wearing of battle armor in the future.
After the experiment was completed, Huo Yuhao put away the soul bone, put on his coat, pushed open the door, walked to the door of the next room, and gently knocked.
"Come in."
Leng Yaozhu's voice came from inside the door.
Huo Yuhao pushed open the door and entered. Leng Yaozhu was leaning against the sofa, wearing a simple white nightgown, her long hair casually falling over her shoulders. She was completely different from the cold and dignified deputy tower master in the eyes of everyone in the Spirit Pagoda.
A thick stack of documents lay on the coffee table in front of her, and she held a pen in her hand, clearly indicating that she had a lot of work piling up over the past few days.
Huo Yuhao walked to the sofa and sat down opposite her. He didn't rush to speak, but just waited quietly.
A moment later, Leng Yaozhu signed her name at the end of the last document, put the pen aside, and then looked up at him.
"Why are you here so late? Is there something you need?"
Huo Yuhao's tone rarely carried a hint of youthful excitement: "It's a good thing. I didn't mention it because it was hard to explain in a few words during the Soul Guide's phone call."
After he finished speaking, his expression gradually became serious, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, his hands clasped on his knees, as if he was considering where to begin.
"Aunt Leng, Elder Yi gave me a gift before." He paused, raised his gaze, and looked directly into Leng Yaozhu's eyes. "It was a demiplane he created, which can also be called a small world."
Leng Yaozhu was originally leaning back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, but when she heard the words "small world", her back almost subconsciously lifted off the cushion and she sat up slightly.
Those eyes, which usually held a certain composure, now revealed a rare and undisguised look of surprise.
The first person Huo Yuhao met after traveling to ten thousand years later was her. She was also the only person in both timelines who knew that Huo Yuhao could travel between the two worlds, so she naturally knew about Electrolux's existence.
Especially after learning that this was the true creator of the Soul Spirit system, Leng Yaozhu always held a deep respect for Electrolux.
Because people who can create a completely new system are extremely rare, regardless of the era.
Even so, creating a small world was still far beyond her imagination.
Even the strongest quasi-god level expert in the world could never accomplish such a thing on the Douluo Continent.
Creating planes is a realm beyond the reach of mortals; it is the authority of gods, a power that only deities are worthy of possessing.
She finally stood up from the sofa, her white pajamas swaying slightly with her movements.
She looked at Huo Yuhao, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation: "Take me to see."
Huo Yuhao said these things with a hint of showing off.
He kept the secret of this little world to himself, but the only person he could share it with was Leng Yaozhu.
So when Leng Yaozhu said, "Take me to see her," Huo Yuhao couldn't suppress a smile and readily agreed, "No problem!"
He immediately raised his hand, his fingertips tracing several smooth lines in the air in front of him.
Now his movements are much more skillful, and the flow of magic flows on its own with a thought.
A six-pointed star array quickly appeared on the ground, its intricate patterns flickering like breathing, enveloping him and Leng Yaozhu within it.
A six-pointed star array quickly appeared on the ground, its intricate patterns flickering like breathing, enveloping him and Leng Yaozhu within it.
The magic circle flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the two figures vanished from the room.
The familiar dizziness surged in, then vanished in an instant.
When Huo Yuhao opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the warm and familiar room inside the Spirit Pagoda, but that gray and hazy sky.
Beneath my feet lies the dark, cracked earth, and the distant horizon is shrouded in an eternal twilight, with no sunrise, no moonrise, and not a trace of the vibrant colors that life should have.
A faint chill permeated the air, a chill that was not the biting cold of ice and snow, but the deathly stillness after life had been drained away.
Before arriving, Leng Yaozhu had changed into a normal long dress. Now, standing beside Huo Yuhao, she looked out over the entire world.
Just like Huo Yuhao's previous description, it was dark, desolate, and lifeless.
Leng Yaozhu's perception had already spread out. The mental power of a Limit Douluo was so vast that it brought the surrounding dozens of miles under her control in the blink of an eye.
However, the feedback she received touched her slightly. The structure of this space was extremely complete, with sky, earth, air flow, and a complete framework of laws.
To be able to create such a world, the strength of that old man at his peak was probably even more unfathomable than she had previously imagined.
Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from the distant horizon.
The sound was initially very faint, like countless tiny bones rubbing against the sand, but then it quickly amplified, turning into an overwhelming, noisy wave.
Leng Yaozhu's brows twitched slightly. In her perception, countless deathly and icy auras were surging wildly towards their location from all directions.
It was the undead creatures here that smelled the scent of living people, like a pack of wolves that had been starving for countless millennia finally smelling blood.
The "army of the undead" surged forth from behind the distant horizon, their white bones, decaying armor, and rusty weapons gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.
The quantity was astonishing; as far as the eye could see, there was no end in sight.
Leng Yaozhu simply stood still, without moving an inch.
Nine spirit rings rose one after another from beneath her feet, and the aura of the Limit Douluo spread out like an invisible storm.
However, the undead creatures that had surrounded them were not intimidated in the slightest by this aura that was enough to make even a titled Douluo feel fear.
They were undead creatures without consciousness, unaware of fear, and continued to roar and brandish their broken weapons, charging at the two from all directions.
Leng Yaozhu's expression remained unchanged; she simply raised her right hand slightly.
A wisp of golden-red flame shot from her fingertips, instantly transforming into a phoenix spreading its wings, sweeping across the surroundings with intense heat capable of incinerating everything.
Wherever the phoenix flames passed, bones turned to ashes and broken armor melted into molten iron. Those seemingly ferocious undead creatures didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were burned to ashes.
Within a radius of several hundred meters, a scorched clearing was instantly created.
Leng Yaozhu withdrew her hand and commented, "There are quite a few of them, but their strength is average. Most of them are at the Soul Venerable level, so they are not very useful."