I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 664: The King's Order, Riding the Wind
Originally, Wen Yan was planning to tell him many things that the Idea King Necromancer had told him, and after resting, he would go to talk to the director general.

For example, let’s talk about a list. Based on this list, it is not particularly difficult to follow the clues and find out the people from China who have connection with the necromancer.

There is also the poison released by the Necromancer before. Without the Necromancer's continued promotion and the research institute's reckless investment, it will be easier to target it later.

The simplest thing is that the speed of change of those poisons will return to normal levels.

The effective parts of the corresponding research will not be deliberately targeted.

Wen Yan thought about it and decided to find an excuse about the necromancer and come to the headquarters to have a face-to-face talk with the head of the headquarters.

But before that, Wen Yan had something else to do.

He found Bourne.

"Go back to the Sea of ​​the Dead. I want to know what special things will happen in the Sea of ​​the Dead from today to the next ten days... no, within half a month.

Also, pass on my words, in the next half month, unless you or I summon you.

Otherwise, any intelligent undead will not be allowed to respond to the call of others."

"I will follow your orders, sir." Bourne was a little excited. Finally there was an order. Yes, that's it. This is the king.

Bourne thought about it and decided that now it depended on which damn undead dared to disobey this order.

It would be best to kill two powerful undead at that time, so that those idiots in the Sea of ​​Undead will remember that there is a king in the Sea of ​​Undead now.

After Bourne agreed, Wen Yan stretched out his hand and placed it on him, using the dark blue flame on the sixth stone door, transformed into soul power, to complete a blessing.

After receiving the blessing, Born's body softened and fell to the ground. He cancelled the summons, abandoned this body, and returned to the Sea of ​​the Dead.

The Sea of ​​the Dead has not changed at all from the past.

There are still endless dry bones and wandering skeletons everywhere. Some skeletons die, and some skeletons crawl out from the sea of ​​bones, over and over again.

As a skeleton mage summoned from the Sea of ​​the Undead, Bourne naturally has some tricks.

A faint blue flame burned on his body. It was because he was blessed with too much power, so much that he could not digest it at all. Some of it could only overflow and be wasted.

Bourne wielded the bone staff, consuming the power wantonly, and released a spell with a force many times beyond his ability.

Spread the decree of the Undead King.

Of course, what he said was not so polite. It was just a pure order, without any reward or threat.

A ray of faint blue power, belonging to Wen Yan, turned into a ripple and spread silently.

All intelligent undead can receive this command.

But none of the undead thought there was anything wrong with this. It was just a very simple order, and they just had to follow it.

At the same time, on the other side, the old Taoist priest had also landed in the Sea of ​​Undead, and he was walking in the Sea of ​​Undead step by step.

The purity of this place was something he had not expected. It was really a space filled with bones, which formed the earth. It was also a sea of ​​bones.

In some places the bones are loose, and falling into them would be like falling into a swamp, and you would keep sinking.

In some places, the bones below are piled up densely and are indeed as solid as the earth.

The air here is extremely dry and probably mixed with some toxic substances.

The environment itself also contains strange forces that are extremely unfriendly to living things.

Various pressures and negative effects acted on him all the time. If he had not changed his job before, his body would have been much stronger than before he practiced pure Taoism. I am afraid that on the first day he fell here, he would have been exhausted by this sea of ​​undead.

Just like Wen Yan said, the power here is not too intense, so even an ordinary person can probably hold on for a while after coming here, but in terms of consumption, no one can defeat the Sea of ​​the Undead.

On the first day of landing, the old Taoist priest was lucky and did not encounter the wind of rest.

He did not expend any energy, but simply measured the sea of ​​undead with his feet. When he encountered undead, he would avoid them and would not take the initiative to do anything.

He didn't know where the Wind of Rest would appear, no one could know that.

But he can choose which direction may contain the opportunity he is looking for.

If there is a direction that allows him to feel both great opportunity and great danger at the same time, it must be that direction without a doubt.

Half a day later, the old Taoist realized that the surrounding undead were not fighting, but were busy with their own things. Some of the undead were even digging caves.

Silently, a breeze appeared out of nowhere and began to blow over the area.

The old Taoist priest was on the leeward side of the mountain, but it didn't do much; the wind still blew strangely from two directions.

The old Taoist priest was blown on the front side and he seemed to have aged three years.

Sensing the soul swaying, the vitality being consumed, and the strength in the flesh and blood seeming to be taken away, the old Taoist priest actually felt a little bit of joy in his heart.

It had been a long time since he had felt something that made him feel like he was in danger of falling.

The ancient ascetics, if they wanted to put aside the supernatural powers and achieve enlightenment and rebirth, they usually had to suffer a serious illness. At the moment of death, their body and mind began to burst into unprecedented unity, and they stimulated all their strength with the instinctive desire to survive.

After a serious illness, one may finally wake up from a dream and gain enlightenment, and his temperament may change greatly.

This was one of the so-called tribulations. At this moment, the old Taoist felt that his life span was shortened and his soul might actually sink here forever.

The power that was impossible to mobilize in the past finally began to be mobilized at this moment.

On the first day, the old Taoist priest did not fight head-on. Instead, he borrowed a skeleton's cave and hid inside with the other party, adapting to the Wind of Rest that had been weakened by the cave.

On the second day, the wind of rest disappeared, and the old Taoist reached out his hand and touched the skull that was curled up in a ball, indicating retreat.

"I'll lend you the cave, and this is your reward. What you do with it in the future is entirely up to you."

There was an additional rune mark on the skull.

But the skeleton, which had no intelligence yet, huddled into a ball and dared not move.

On the other side, Wen Yan had also arrived at the headquarters of the Lieyang Tribe at night.

"…That's about it. That's all I know. As for how to investigate, when to investigate, and when to take action, that's the headquarters director's business.

However, I still feel that it is better to be cautious these days.

If people knew that the old Taoist priest was seeking the truth, they might take the opportunity to do something.

They may dare to do things they didn’t dare to do before.”

"Yes." The director nodded, and after a long silence, he asked, "Besides you, does anyone else know where the old Taoist priest went?"

"No one knows. Those who may know some clues are all smart people and don't want to know."

At this point, Wen Yan looked up at the director general. The director general probably didn't know where the old Taoist priest was going, because before the old Taoist priest found him, the old Taoist priest himself didn't know that he was going to the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Sure enough, the director-general didn't ask.

As long as you don't know, then this secret cannot be stolen in any way.

Wen Yan had said everything he needed to say, and he didn't care about the rest. The director-general knew what was appropriate to do and when, and he knew it better than he did.

Wen Yan returned home and stayed at home obediently for the next few days, rested well, and slept eight hours a day.

After a few days, his spirit returned to normal, and with the help of the title, his sleep time returned to normal. He had several hours more time every day to read and study, play with the cat and children at home, and go to see his silly son when he had nothing to do.

The silly son can already make some "aba aba ba" sounds, and I don't know what he is saying. Anyway, he looks the same. His eyes are clear and stupid, but there is also a bit of cleverness in his stupidity, and it is obvious that his IQ is not low in the future.

After a few days, Wen Yan was relieved when he confirmed that everything was fine.

Of course, the silly son in reality, who used to stretch out his hands for a hug after not seeing Wen Yan for a few days, now has no big reaction when he sees Wen Yan.

Because Wen Yan didn’t feed him anything delicious. This delicious food refers specifically to souls, especially special souls.

For example, the painting that I have been thinking about for a long time.

Another day passed, Wen Yan came to the underground hive and summoned Bourne back at the agreed time.

"How was it today?"

"Today I heard that there is a place with the wind of rest. Someone also saw the old man. Behind the old man, there is a skeleton. I heard that the skeleton will help the old man dig a cave to avoid the wind of rest."

"..."

After confirming that the old master was still alive, Wen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, don't worry about anything. I just want the news and to confirm where the old man is."

If Wen Yan goes down personally, he can 100% guarantee that the old master will be fine and will be able to come back in the end.

But in that case, it would be meaningless for the old Taoist priest to go down there in person.

In a flash, it was the tenth day, and when the agreed time came, Wen Yan could no longer sit still.

He ran to Gauss's house and summoned Valak again.

"Please do me a favor and send me to the Sea of ​​the Dead."

"Sir, are you going down voluntarily?"

"Yes."

"That's easy."

Holding the disposable card given by Valak, Wen Yan voluntarily fell into the Sea of ​​​​Dead.

Of course, this time I specifically told Gauss that an ordinary summoning would be enough and there was no need to spend money.

Two hours after Wen Yan disappeared, the sea of ​​clouds cliff, which had been peaceful for a few days, began to fluctuate slightly again.

Those monsters came again, testing us every now and then.

On the edge of the cliff over the sea of ​​clouds, the old Heavenly Master's magic sword and Dharma body sat there motionless with their eyes closed.

On the large altar behind him, a high-level Taoist priest in purple robe, with a solemn expression on his face, was waving his magic sword and performing a ritual.

The aura of this Taoist priest is slightly different from that of ordinary Taoist priests, and he has also changed his career to become a cultivator.

Although this job change doesn't help much with my cultivation, my strength is indeed much stronger than before.

It is precisely because of this that the old master dared to let others try.

As the ritual began, phantoms appeared in the sea of ​​clouds. The phantoms seemed to be walking on the sea of ​​clouds, standing in all directions of the cloud passage. Each phantom made different movements, some performed thunder magic, some performed cloud seals, and some held wind bags.

Amid the wind and clouds, thunder appeared with the collision, and the thunder continuously poured into the passage of the sea of ​​clouds cliff.

Gradually, the Taoist priest who was performing the ritual began to get sweat on his forehead.

Only by actually doing it once can you realize how much pressure the old master had to face in the past.

After performing rituals for four hours straight, the Taoist priest gradually became unable to hold on any longer. He could even see the silhouette of a demon rolling in the sea of ​​clouds.

The old Heavenly Master's Dharma body, sitting on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes, chanted mantras, and guided the Taoist to begin using the power of cultivation.

Relying on those powers, recover while doing things, and leverage more power at the lowest cost.

Finally, reduce consumption to a level sufficient to achieve a delicate balance between consumption and recovery speed.

This will greatly increase the battery life.

Another four hours passed, and the Taoist couldn't hold on any longer. His face was as pale as gold paper, his lips were bloodless, and the divine light in his eyes seemed to be somewhat dispersed. He couldn't hold on any longer.

The old Heavenly Master’s Dharma body finally stood up.

He came behind the Taoist priest, put one hand on his back, and asked him to continue the ritual.

In the sea of ​​clouds, there was a sudden loud thunder. The rolling thunder, with the wind blowing the clouds, turned into a long rolling river and poured into the intersection of the sea of ​​clouds.

After a few minutes, everything became quiet.

"Take a rest." The old Heavenly Master's Dharma body ordered.

The Taoist sat on the ground with a complicated expression. He wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it here.

He could see that this test was probably not an ordinary test.

According to past experience, this must have been a necessary test before a major impact, in order to consume the old master's power.

"Make a phone call and ask a few other people to come over and take turns trying it out. We need to practice a little."

"Yes."

Not long after, several purple-robed masters from the Tianshi Mansion arrived.

They didn't know that the old Heavenly Master had already gone down the mountain. They just thought that the old Heavenly Master felt that the current situation required preparations in advance, so he let them take turns to try.

The old Heavenly Master's Dharma body sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea of ​​clouds, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Just now, something seemed to be coming.

He doesn't look strong, but he can survive the thunder from the sky, so he is definitely not a simple person.

Moreover, I have also encountered big trouble.

The Dharmakaya closed its eyes and remained motionless.

At the same time, on the other side, in the Sea of ​​​​Dead.

The wind of rest is still blowing, and the old Taoist priest is sitting on the top of the mountain.

The old man has a thin face, sunken cheeks, and a body that looks like he is terminally ill and has not been able to eat normally for a long time.

His hair turned completely white, and his eyebrows and beard turned silver.

His eyes looked a little empty.

After a moment, suddenly, a gust of wind of rest was seen blowing in from the soles of the old Taoist's feet, along the bone joints, all the way up, passing through the internal organs, and finally blowing on the top of the head, blowing open a tiny gap in the bone joints of the fontanelle.

In an instant, a beam of spiritual light rose up with the wind and jumped out from the fontanelle.

A chubby, naked baby was suspended above the old Taoist's head, with his eyes closed, letting the wind of rest blow on him.

(End of this chapter)