Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

As the undead girl made her move, millions of skeletons emerged from the void.

The skeletons silently approached the shriveled corpses of the Kersel people, each one carried by two or three skeletons working together—their forelimbs encircling the torso, their hind limbs making a rhythmic stomp on the ground.

Lin Yi quietly observed the undead army's work.

The bodies of the Kaser people are being cleaned, sorted, and piled up at an alarming rate.

In some areas, piles of corpses have formed, resembling small mountains, awaiting further processing.

As he was observing, he felt a slight touch on his wrist.

The sensation was wonderful; it wasn't a physical touch, but more like the gentle caress of a breeze.

Lin Yi looked down and saw a thin golden thread wrapped around his left wrist.

The silk thread radiates a soft yet pure light, its texture resembling solidified liquid gold, yet so light it seems to be nonexistent.

One end of the gold thread pierced his skin, but it did not cause any discomfort or invasiveness; on the contrary, it felt as if it were a part of his body.

The other end extends into the depths of the void, disappearing at the edge of sight, its destination unknown.

Lin Yi tried to use his senses to track the direction of the golden thread, but the feedback was a blur—it wasn't a connection in a spatial sense, but more like a binding at the causal level.

He could sense the presence of the other end of the gold thread, but he couldn't pinpoint its exact location.

"The thread of fate?" Lin Yi murmured to himself.

He immediately thought of the deal he had made with Lady Luck not long ago.

This should be the concrete manifestation of that contract, a communication channel that transcends the void.

I just didn't expect it to be presented in such a concrete way.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the void.

The territory of the Feathered Clan is forever shrouded in a holy and gentle light.

The buildings here are mostly constructed of white stone and silver metal, and countless suspended platforms are connected by light bridges, forming a three-dimensional aerial city.

The winged members moved between the platforms, their pure white wings reflecting a faint halo in the light.

A two-colored beam of light descended from the sky onto the teleportation plaza.

After the light faded, the figures of the goddess of fortune and the goddess of destiny appeared.

Lady Luck was still wearing that floral sundress, her straw hat tilted to one side, and the golden bells on her bare feet jingled crisply.

The goddess of fate, on the other hand, was dressed in a sharp dark blue suit, her gaze sweeping around behind her glasses.

Almost the instant they appeared, three winged guards clad in silver armor and with four wings on their backs landed on the plaza.

The head guard placed one hand on his chest, his posture respectful yet not servile: "Welcome to the Feather Clan territory, ladies. The Grand Elder has already learned of your arrival and specifically ordered us to come and greet you."

The winged race's reaction speed was to be expected.

Although the goddesses of fate and fortune are only at the ninth rank, the power they wield—fate and fortune—has immeasurable strategic value in the void.

Any power would be willing to maintain a good relationship with them, even if it's just a superficial courtesy.

Upon reaching the highest level, powerful individuals become increasingly acute in their perception of causality.

Killing these two goddesses is not difficult; what is difficult is the karmic repercussions that must be endured afterward.

That could be the failure of a crucial promotion, the unexpected breakdown of a meticulously planned operation, or even an inexplicable misfortune at some point in the future.

This kind of invisible yet real risk makes most strong people choose to stay away from it.

"Lead the way," the goddess of fate said calmly.

Just as the guard captain was about to lead the two to the reception room, a nimble figure darted out from the corridor of the side platform.

Hattie trotted closer, her wings flapping slightly behind her to maintain her balance.

She was wearing a light blue training uniform today, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, indicating that she had just finished training.

This outstanding young member of the Feather Clan had an undisguised look of curiosity on his face.

She moved closer to the two goddesses and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to a deserted resource planet to find a doctor?"

Lady Luck winked, while Lady Destiny tilted her head slightly.

Their gazes fell on Hattie at the same time—in their vision, countless delicate causal lines extended from Hattie's body, one of which, an exceptionally bright golden line, was clearly connected to a distant coordinate in the void.

That was precisely the cause and effect connected to Lin Yi.

"You know each other."

Hattie nodded, a sly smile on her face. "He's someone I know. He's helped the Feather Clan a lot."

She paused, then added, "Are you going to find him?"

The goddess of fortune and the goddess of destiny exchanged a glance.

Since Hedy also has karmic ties with Lin Yi, and the relationship is clearly quite close, bringing her along might be a good choice.

The Winged Race's reputation and connections in the Void can be useful in many situations.

“We’re going to a resource planet,” said the goddess of fate. “If you’re interested, you can come along.”

Hattie's eyes lit up: "Great! Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes and tell Grandpa!"

She was about to turn around when the Goddess of Fate called out to her, "The teleportation array is ready to be activated, but time is limited."

“Let’s go then, we can talk on the way!” Hattie turned to the guard captain. “Please tell Grandpa that I’m going out with the two ladies and will be back soon.”

The guard captain hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.

Hattie holds a special position within the clan, and she has considerable autonomy.

The three walked toward the teleportation array in the center of the plaza.

It was a complex magic array with a diameter of over twenty meters, the ground was covered with runes unique to the Feather Clan, and six energy pillars inlaid with various colored gems stood around it.

Just as she was about to step into the teleportation array's range, Lady Luck abruptly stopped, an embarrassed expression appearing on her face.

"Wait... I think I forgot to bring something."

The goddess of fate looked at her: "What is that?"

"The 'compatibility media' I promised to bring him!" Lady Luck slapped her forehead. "I was so focused on tracking down the Thread of Fate that I forgot about the important matter!"

Upon hearing this, Hattie immediately asked, "What materials do you need? The Feather Clan should have them in their inventory."

The goddess of fate adjusted her glasses and stated the requirements: "A rare material capable of supporting the fusion of divine soul and energy body, which must possess both high energy compatibility and soul affinity."

Hattie thought for a few seconds, then smiled confidently: "That's easy. Wait a moment, I'll go to the storeroom to get it."

As she spoke, she spread her wings, preparing to fly towards the inventory area, but turned back as soon as she took off, saying to the guard captain, "Help me apply for authorization. Just say... it's for the Abyss Doctor."

The name "Abyss Physician" clearly carries considerable weight within the Winged Clan.

Without any hesitation, the guard chief immediately reported to his superiors via communicator.

Less than a minute later, a reply came: the permission had been approved, and it was personally approved by the Grand Elder.

"The Grand Elder said you may proceed directly to the inventory area to select your items," the guard captain said respectfully. "Would you like me to accompany you?"

“Just lead the way,” Hattie said.

The Feathered Clan's storage area is located deep underground in the main city, protected by three heavy gates and layers of barriers.

When the last gate slid open to both sides with a hum, even the most experienced Lady Luck couldn't help but be slightly moved.

It was a space whose boundaries could not be estimated with the naked eye.

Countless suspended platforms are neatly arranged, each displaying a variety of materials, artifacts, and books.

Light shines down from above, automatically adjusting its brightness and hue based on the item's attributes.

"Ninety-nine percent of the rare items known in the Void are in stock here," Hattie said with pride. "At least a sample-level inventory. If you need anything, you can use the search system over there, or tell me the characteristics and I'll find it for you."

The goddess of fate showed no mercy; she walked directly to the nearest terminal and traced several complex runes in the air with her fingers.

The terminal screen lights up, quickly filtering out a list of materials that meet the requirements.

The list is long, with hundreds of options, ranging from "the brain core crystal of the astral whale" to "the symbiotic relationship between the time worm and the soul sand," each of which is a rare treasure rarely seen in the outside world.

Hattie leaned over to glance at the screen, pondered for a moment, and said, "He's still in Paradise, so even if we give him high-grade materials, he won't be able to use them. Besides, since he's trying to fuse his soul and energy body, he should need 'framework' materials, not already-formed treasures."

As she spoke, she quickly operated the terminal to filter out materials that were too rare or whose properties were already fixed.

The list was quickly reduced to about twenty.

“This ‘World Dust’ is extracted from the sediment of rules in the new world. It has extremely strong plasticity and affinity with rules,” Hattie said, pointing to one of the items. “There is also ‘Source Essence Fluid,’ which is a liquid medium produced by the long-term natural fusion of various primordial energies. Its compatibility is almost perfect.”

She selected these two items and looked at the two goddesses: "These two should be sufficient as the basic medium. If a third is needed, we can add a 'Soul Resonance Crystal,' which can stabilize the connection of consciousness and prevent memory loss during the fusion process." The Goddess of Fate carefully examined the detailed parameters of the three materials and nodded: "Very suitable choices. How many?"

Hattie readily agreed, "Since it's for Lin Yi, then take more. Five hundred grams of World Dust, one liter of Source Essence Fluid, Soul Resonance Crystal... three standard-sized ones should be enough."

The quantity she announced made the inventory manager next to her widen his eyes.

World Dust is a top-tier material priced by the gram; one gram can be exchanged for a high-quality Immortal-grade piece of equipment on the market.

Source Essence Fluid is extremely rare and usually only used in the production of the most advanced medicines.

Although Soul Resonance Crystals are relatively common, even a standard-sized one is enough to bankrupt a small faction.

But the administrator did not raise any objections.

The Grand Elder's special approval signifies the highest authority. Not to mention these materials, even if Hattie wanted to empty half of the inventory, they would have no choice but to comply.

Soon, three specially made containers were brought out.

The World Dust was contained in a transparent crystal box, inside which silver powder shimmered like the Milky Way; the Source Essence Liquid was contained in an exquisitely carved white jade bottle, through which one could see seven-colored light slowly rotating inside the liquid; the Soul Resonance Crystal was three fist-sized light blue crystals with faint ripples on their surface.

After verifying that everything was correct, Hattie stored the three materials into her personal storage space and nodded to the administrator: "Register them under my name, and their purpose is 'experimental materials.' Report it this way if any other elders ask."

"clear."

After leaving the inventory area, the three returned to the teleportation plaza.

Hattie thought for a moment, then said to the guard captain, "Send another squad of personal guards with me. Although there shouldn't be any danger, we're going to a resource planet after all. If we encounter spies from other forces, having the Feather Clan's flag will save us a lot of trouble."

The guard captain immediately carried out the order.

Ten minutes later, a twelve-member Feather Clan guard was assembled.

They were the elite of the elite, all four-winged warriors equipped with special weaponry made by the Feather Clan.

"Set off."

The teleportation array lit up again, enveloping the group.

The spatial coordinates were input, and the target was located at the synchronous orbit coordinates of the ERI-23 special resource satellite.

Outside planet ERI-23, Lin Yi suddenly raised his head.

The golden thread on his wrist tingled slightly with heat, and he felt a clear sense of attraction—the other end was rapidly approaching.

Almost the instant he sensed this change, a dazzling white beam of light tore through space in the void not far away, and the unique aura of the Feather Clan surged out like a tide.

As the light faded, fifteen figures appeared.

Leading the group was Hedy, followed by the goddess of fortune, the goddess of destiny, and twelve fully armed winged guards.

However, as soon as they completed the teleportation and before they could even observe their surroundings, a dense, almost tangible, necromantic aura rushed towards them.

The winged guards instinctively assumed defensive stances, dispelling the chilling atmosphere around them.

Hattie frowned slightly. The winged race was naturally incompatible with the aura of the undead, and this environment made them feel uncomfortable.

But what shocked them even more was the scene before them.

Looking down, countless pale figures were moving across the surface of planet ERI-23.

That was an army of hundreds of thousands of skeletons, carrying the corpses of the Kerserians like worker ants, converging on designated piles.

Beside several large piles of corpses, one can see giant skeletons, each over ten meters tall, continuing to pile up, making the mountain of corpses ever taller.

“The Kerser…” Hattie immediately understood the situation. “No wonder they needed to hire a necromancer. Only large-scale necromancy can effectively eliminate this number of Kerser.”

"There she is." The goddess of fate had already locked onto Lin Yi's location.

The golden threads appeared briefly in the air, pointing in the direction of Lin Yi.

The group passed through the void and quickly arrived beside Lin Yi.

"Long time no see," Hattie greeted first, a familiar smile on her face. "I heard you needed help, so I came along."

Lin Yi's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering for a moment on the Feather Clan's personal guards before returning to Hedy: "You guys are quick."

“With destiny guiding us, we can’t slow down even if we want to,” Hattie said, taking out the three materials from her spatial equipment. “Here’s what you wanted: 500 grams of World Dust, 1 liter of Source Essence Fluid, and three Soul Resonance Crystals. Is that enough? If not, I can go back and get more.”

Lin Yi took the container and carefully examined the quality of the materials. He was full of questions about this thing, but this time he wouldn't do it himself. He planned to have Hill do it when he got back.

"Please convey my thanks to the Grand Elder."

“Grandpa said, don’t be shy.” Hattie waved her hand. “Oh, right, Grandpa also asked if you had enough and if you wanted to take some more.”

"That should be enough. I'll contact you again if it's not enough." Lin Yi put away the materials and turned his gaze back to the surface of the planet.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

At this moment, the removal of corpses from the surface of planet ERI-23 is nearing its end.

More than 90 percent of the area has been cleared, with only a few small piles of corpses remaining, which are still being moved and assembled by the skeletons.

On a vast plain near the planet's equator, a colossal mountain of corpses is forming.

The sheer size of that mountain of corpses was astonishing.

The base diameter exceeds 500 meters, and the height has already climbed to nearly 100 meters, and it is still increasing.

Skeletons surged in from all directions like a tide, throwing the corpses of the Kerserians onto the pile of bodies.

Even more surprisingly, there seems to be some kind of force inside the pile of corpses maintaining its structural stability; otherwise, it would have collapsed long ago with this stacking method.

"What is she doing?" Hattie asked curiously.

“Modification,” Lin Yi said. “Necromancers won’t waste any usable corpses. Although the Kerserks are individually weak, their numbers are vast. With proper modification, they can be transformed into zombies, skeleton warriors, or…”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden movement at the top of the pile of corpses.

A dark red halo spread out from the depths of the pile of corpses, and wherever it passed, complex black runes began to appear on the surface of the corpses.

The runes burrowed into the corpse's skin, muscles, and bones, connecting and fusing them together.

Immediately afterwards, the pile of corpses began to "move".

Dozens of Keser corpses were glued together by the runes, their muscle fibers intertwined and their bones reinforced, gradually forming a bloated monster that was five meters tall with three heads and six arms.

Its skin was a deathly gray, covered with stitches, and its six arms ended in sharp bone blades. Its three heads were looking in different directions, and ghostly green soul fire burned in their empty eye sockets.

Hate.

Moreover, it is a mass-produced abomination.

Within minutes, more than a thousand of these monsters "emerged" on the surface of the pile of corpses.

They clumsily climbed down the mountain of corpses and lined up on the plain like soldiers awaiting inspection.

But this is only the beginning.

More corpses were transformed.

Some were transformed into slow-moving but highly defensive zombies, some were disassembled and reassembled into agile skeleton assassins, and others had their complete skeletons extracted, tempered by negative energy, and assembled into brand-new skeleton warriors.

The figure of the undead girl appeared at the top of the mountain of corpses.

She had changed out of her robes and was now wearing a stained leather apron. In her hand, instead of a staff, she held a strangely shaped bone tool—it looked like a combination of a scalpel, a sewing needle, and a chisel.

She was kneeling beside an unfinished corpse, working on it.

The Feather Clan guards watched this scene in silence.

As a race that reveres life and light, they have an instinctive aversion to necromancy, but at this moment they have to admit that what the necromancer is showing is an alternative art.

Lin Yi's eyes remained fixed on the undead girl's actions.

Every incision and stitch made by the undead girl was based on an extremely solid theoretical foundation and countless practical experiences.

She wasn't just piecing together corpses randomly; she was providing Lin Yi with considerable ideas based on some kind of optimized template.

Three hours later, the last skeleton threw the last corpse onto the pile of bodies.

On the entire surface of planet ERI-23, not a single scattered Kerser corpse can be seen.

All the corpses were concentrated on the huge mountain of corpses on the equatorial plain, and a large part of the mountain itself had been transformed into various undead creatures.

The undead girl stopped what she was doing.

She stood up, stretched her stiff fingers, and then slowly walked down from the top of the mountain of corpses.

As she walked, the remaining part of the mountain of corpses began to transform at an accelerated pace. Black negative energy surged out from inside the mountain of corpses like a waterfall, engulfing all the remaining corpses.

When the black mist dissipated, the mountain of corpses vanished. The remaining flesh and blood had all been converted into flesh essence by the undead girl, to be used to supply her subordinates. (End of Chapter)