In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Time passed slowly in a suffocating atmosphere of oppression.

The chaotic force field is like a breathing, extremely unstable heart, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting.

Its distorted light and annihilating aura halted even the most fearless undead.

But they did not retreat. Driven by their innate greed and thirst for the souls of the living, they surrounded the small ruins layer upon layer, like sharks that had smelled blood.

Cold sweat kept seeping from the necromancer's forehead, only to be quickly frozen by the chilling aura around him.

The light on the bone staff in his hand had dimmed to the extreme, barely enough to maintain a minimal summoning.

The skeleton warriors were incomplete and moved increasingly slowly. The figures of the vengeful spirits were so faint that they almost blended into the air, and their howls were filled with weariness and weakness.

All hope rests on the boy who is unconscious in the center of the destructive force field.

Su Han's consciousness seemed to be sinking into the depths of a boundless, chaotic ocean.

Cold and heat alternately washed over his soul, fragmented memories intertwined and collided with indescribable energy turbulence.

He felt as if he were sometimes thrown into an ice prison of absolute zero, where every inch of his soul was freezing and shattering; and at other times as if he were thrown into the core of a star, being forged in endless flames.

Pain, extreme pain.

But in this extreme of suffering, something deeper is being awakened.

That wasn't memory, it wasn't knowledge, it was a kind of... instinct.

A primal understanding and desire for control over "existence" itself.

He "saw" the three raging forces within his body.

The deathly stillness, a gray expanse, is like the end of all things, coldly devouring all life; the crimson lava, violent and scorching, contains the dual extremes of creation and destruction; the golden flames, on the other hand, carry an immortal and indestructible sense of reincarnation, stubbornly resisting death and healing wounds.

They clashed with each other, annihilated each other, and yet strangely proliferated together.

It was this extremely unstable balance that created that terrifying chaotic force field outside his body.

"control……"

A vague thought surfaced deep within my soul, like the only straw a drowning person grasps at.

"It must be...controlled..."

The instinct for survival outweighed the excruciating pain and the unconsciousness.

His will began to struggle to intervene in the war of destruction and creation taking place within him.

The process was more difficult and painful than he had imagined. His will was like a fragile spider's web; every attempt to entwine or guide any force resulted in a violent backlash.

It felt as if my soul was being torn apart and reassembled time and time again.

However, under the constant threat of death from the outside world, and with his body on the verge of complete collapse, his will was tempered and became even more resilient.

One, two, countless failed attempts...

Gradually, his perception of those three forces became clearer and clearer.

The deathly cold, the raging lava, the tenacious flames...

He began to stop trying to forcefully "command" them, and instead tried to "understand" their nature, to "accept" their characteristics, and to find that subtle balance point that allowed them to coexist.

This won't happen overnight, but change has already begun.

Outside, the necromancer suddenly raised his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He sensed that the fluctuations in the chaotic force field at the center seemed to... have a certain regularity?
Although it is still destructive, the originally chaotic expansion and contraction seems to be slightly restrained by an invisible hand, becoming... more rhythmic?
Just as he was beginning to have doubts, the heavily injured Stitches monster let out an extremely agitated roar.

It lost many limbs and its soul fire was damaged, but its greedy craving for the souls and flesh of the living overwhelmed its fear of the force field.

It noticed that the range of the force field seemed to have shrunk slightly, and the light had dimmed a little!

"Gululu!!!"

It roared in attack once more, grabbing handfuls of low-level skeletons and zombies with its remaining arm and hurling them madly into the force field!

It will exhaust that power!
It wants to devour the delicious soul that grievously damaged it!
The undead tide is being activated once again!
Driven by instinct and pressured by higher-ranking beings, the lower-ranking undead surged forward once again like a tidal wave!

"not good!"

The necromancer's heart tightened, and he desperately squeezed out the last bit of magic power to command the crumbling skeleton defenses in an attempt to stop them.

Several fragile skeletons were smashed to pieces by the hurled "cannonballs".

A rotting zombie broke through the sparse defenses, howling as it lunged towards the edge of the force field—

Just as it was about to touch the boundary of the distorted light, Su Han, who had been unconscious at the center of the force field, suddenly opened his eyes!
What kind of eyes were those!
Deep within the pupil of his left eye lay an eternal, unchanging gray-white stillness, like a tomb that buried countless stars—cold, empty, and capable of freezing one's soul upon gazing upon it.

In his right eye, crimson lava and golden flames danced simultaneously, intense and violent, containing boundless power to incinerate all things and to be reborn from the ashes.

Two completely different terrifying images coexist in one pair of eyes!
There was no confusion, no weakness, only a chilling clarity, as if awakened from an eon of slumber, and... a chilling killing intent towards these undead creatures disturbing his "sleep"! (End of Chapter)