Chapter 533: Land of Death

As the most powerful virtual treasure, the Flowing Throne was far beyond Ye Feng’s control. Yet as its master, he could still use some of its basic functions effortlessly.
Such as the function he was using right now.
Ye Feng sat leisurely on a chair in the Flowing Throne, holding popcorn in one hand and chewing it while his gaze was fixed on four large screens ahead of him—showing the scenes in the four directions around where the throne stood.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared into the deep valley, those small mounds began to stir, as if waking from slumber. After some writhing, hands emerged one after another, followed by heads…
Pale bones climbed out of the graves and wandered aimlessly, carrying weapons yet not fighting. This puzzled Ye Feng. According to Stark’s observations, these creatures should be fighting every day.
Just as Ye Feng was puzzled, a sudden tremor came from a place without any graves in the distance. Though he couldn’t feel it, he saw the bones quickly react, crawling toward that direction as if welcoming the arrival of a king.
At that moment, a hand stretched out forcefully from the ground, and a deafening roar made Ye Feng’s blood boil—not from the noise, but from excitement.
A gray figure rushed out of the soil—a tall man with no signs of decay, even his complexion identical to that of a human.
“Is this guy human?” Ye Feng wondered.
“Stop roaring! Can’t you let people sleep?” Something else quickly broke through the soil—a black shadow. Only when the man stood still did Ye Feng see his face.
It was an extremely aged face, wrapped in a large black robe, with a hunched and short stature. In his hand was a strangely shaped cane.
The moment he appeared, one group of skeletons attacked another.
The two groups quickly engaged in battle.
“Is this also human?” Ye Feng’s second question arose.
“Haven’t you died yet, old man?” The man’s eyes flashed with hatred, his clenched fist ready to strike at any moment.
“All these years, you still haven’t learned to respect your creator,” the old man said in a hoarse voice that made Ye Feng uncomfortable to hear.

“Respect? Hmph!” The man let out a cold snort. “I, Luo Yan, am a peak warrior at the level of a Supreme Saint. After my lifespan ended, you wretched scoundrel dug up my corpse and turned me into this walking corpse. And you still have the audacity to twist truth and falsehood, calling yourselves my reborn parents.”
“You’re still so ungrateful. After your lifespan ends, you won’t be able to enter reincarnation, and your soul will vanish completely in another ten thousand years. I brought you back and granted you strength comparable to your past life—no, even greater than before. Yet you still refuse to acknowledge me as your master.” The old man’s expression grew increasingly fierce.
Ye Feng finally understood what was going on. This old man must be a powerful being skilled in the dark necromancy arts, and this man had been turned into a zombie by him. The old man tried to force him to become his servant but was rejected, turning them into mortal enemies. However, Ye Feng was puzzled—why had the old man also come out of the ground? But his question was quickly answered.
“Hmph, it’s one thing for you old fool to turn yourself into a walking corpse. Now that your body has rotted, you want to find another body to replace it. Everyone knows your schemes.” The man exposed the old man’s plot. “You spent so much effort strengthening my body with countless potions and then turning me into a zombie—wasn’t it to take over this body? If I really acknowledged you as my master, not only would you take control of my body, but my soul would also become your fertilizer, right?”

“Gagagaga… So you already knew everything. No wonder you refused to yield all these years.” The old man seemed unwilling to hide it anymore. “That’s right. Back then, the strength of my soul had already surpassed the Saint level and reached another dimension. Thus, this borrowed body couldn’t withstand the strength of my soul. I could only set my sights on you, whose lifespan had already expired, because among the many dead in the Saint Realm, you had the highest cultivation level, just one step away from breaking through. Moreover, you were a powerful physical cultivator, capable of accommodating my soul. But without a soul to bind it, I couldn’t enter that dead body. I could only turn you into a zombie and forcibly pull your soul back. Unexpectedly, at the moment your lifespan ended, your soul entered another dimension, and the soul I pulled back wasn’t weaker than mine—something I hadn’t anticipated. As a result, the master-slave contract couldn’t be formed, yet you managed to be revived. I always thought it was your pride as a strong person that made you refuse to submit to me. It’s only today that I realize you knew all along my intention to revive you.”
“Hmph. Of course I’ve known all along. Don’t forget my soul isn’t weaker than yours. When you tried to pull my soul back into my body, I used my innate ability to probe your thoughts and discovered your scheme,” the man said with another cold snort, clearly disdainful.
“Innate ability?” The old man’s voice suddenly rose in pitch. “You actually have an innate ability?”
“That’s right. I was born with the ability to sense others’ thoughts and locate treasures and mineral veins—something even my own parents didn’t know,” the man said coldly.
“In that case, I’ll take your body today.” A blinding light suddenly flashed in the old man’s cloudy eyes. He raised his staff high and uttered strange melodies. A huge black circular pattern slowly formed beneath his feet.
The man’s expression turned serious as he quickly closed in on the old man, punching repeatedly, but each punch was blocked by the black circular pattern. Yet every strike caused intense vibrations, altering the old man’s expression—clearly, the attacks were effective.
Ye Feng frowned as he watched. He naturally knew what was beneath the old man’s feet—it was the seal of the master-slave contract, though its internal patterns hadn’t yet taken shape.

But this old man was also very resourceful. Usually, the seal of a master-slave contract was directly stamped on the servant’s body, but he knew that man wouldn’t let him succeed, so he did the opposite and stamped the seal on his own body. In this way, once the seal was completed, he only needed to expand its range, and everything within it would become his servants. However, this reverse method drained one’s soul energy extremely quickly.

It was clear that this old man was determined to subdue the other party at all costs, because he knew very well that only by subduing him could he easily take control of his body. Once subjugation was complete, he could erase the other party’s soul with just a thought.

“Damn it, break it!” The man grew anxious as well. He saw the contract under the old man’s feet becoming more and more complete, knowing that once it was finished, his life would end. Every attack he made came at the cost of burning his life force.

On the other side, the old man was bleeding from all his orifices due to the shocks, yet his movements didn’t pause for a moment.

“It seems this is a situation where both sides suffer…” Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. “Let me be shamelessly the one to reap the benefits.”