Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Several more months passed within the small world.

On the northern side of the Island of Death, in that grayish-white band of light, the divine abominations float.

It was quieter than it had been a few months ago, its wings folded and not spread, its body leaning slightly forward, as if listening to something.

It no longer moves its position frequently, adjusting its angle only once a day, and sometimes it doesn't move for two or three days at a time.

The folds of spacetime turbulence surged, cracked, healed, and cracked again before it.

The divine abomination no longer traced the shape of each fold; it simply watched, letting the chaotic energy flow past it.

Occasionally, tiny golden patterns would light up on its body, only to fade away after a few breaths. It was unconsciously mimicking those energy fluctuations, the traces were faint and intermittent.

The Chaos Dragon lay on the edge of the Isle of Death, its head resting on its forepaws, its golden pupils half-closed.

It would occasionally lift its eyelids to glance in the direction of the divine wrath, and then lower them again.

It spoke once, its voice deep: "Kid, you've been standing on the edge of a breakthrough for too long. Chaos won't come to you on its own. You have to go in."

The divine beast did not answer, but it opened a crack in its folded wings.

A few days later, the divine monstrous creature flew to Lynn and hovered a few steps away from him without landing.

Its voice emanated from within its body, reaching directly into Lynn's consciousness.

"Great master, I need to break through the spacetime turbulence."

Lynn looked up from behind his desk, stared at the god, and paused for a moment.

"Space-time turbulence? Are you sure?"

Shen Nie nodded and said, "I've been standing on the edge for a long time, and there's no point in standing there any longer."

"If I fail, I may dissipate in the turbulence, but if I continue to wait, I will not become more whole."

Lynn remained silent for a moment.

"Once inside, the universe will be watching you. If you can't hold on, it will manipulate the turbulent currents to disperse and release you."

"But I can't guarantee whether you can maintain your current state after we disperse."

The Divine Abomination nodded: "That's enough. I've almost grasped the rules of chaos; I just need a trigger."

Lynn put down her pen. "Go."

The Divine Evil turned and flew towards the sky north of the Island of Death, passing through the gray-white band of light, and heading towards the temporal turbulence beyond the barrier.

It did not turn back.

The Chaos Dragon rose from the ground, looking at the back of the Divine Abomination, its golden pupils reflecting the ever-shrinking figure.

It opened its mouth, its voice deep and resonant: "Once you enter the turbulent current, do not resist it, nor go with it completely."

"Try to blend into it, don't let it carry you away, you have to make the turbulence feel that you and it are one."

The divine beast did not answer, but it spread its wings briefly and then folded them back, indicating that it had heard.

It passed through the last ripple of the barrier, its body swallowed by the surging gray-white bands of light, and disappeared from sight.

The moment the divine monstrous being entered the temporal turbulence, it was swept across its entire body by the terrifying turbulence, which was like a gale, and its body was covered with a layer of fine cracks.

The cracks spread along the edges of its wings, seeped into the gaps in its armor, and crawled along the surface of its skin, like countless tiny rivers drying up at the same time.

It offered no resistance, only allowing the cracks to continue spreading.

The surface of the body began to peel off, first a thin layer of keratin, then the underlying muscle fibers...

Fortunately, he was essentially an undead, otherwise he would have been scraped to death long ago.

Even so, the divine calamity felt a long-lost pain, a pain that originated from the soul.

Various body tissues peeled off piece by piece like dried soil, revealing the golden skeleton underneath.

The skeleton's color was so bright it was even more dazzling than the holy light it shone in its prime.

Shen Nie did not give up. He gritted his teeth and had Wanxiang manipulate the spacetime turbulence, pushing himself to a more central position.

The turbulence there is denser, and the energy is more violent.

New cracks form on the skeleton, extending along the direction of the bone grain, like a stone being carved by a knife.

Its body began to shrink, being shaved away layer by layer, like water washing over stones, thinning with every breath.

It didn't move, didn't adjust its posture, didn't try to defend itself, it just let the turbulence continue to erode it.

The cracks on the skeleton became more numerous and deeper, and in some places they began to break. Several slender finger bones fell off from their ends, were swept away by the turbulent currents, and disappeared into the surging grayish-white light.

The Chaos Dragon stood at the edge of the Isle of Death, its gaze piercing through the barrier and landing in the direction of the spatial-temporal turbulence.

Its pupils contracted slightly.

The consciousness of all things floats above the island of death, like an invisible net covering the entire turbulent area.

It sensed that the abomination's form was shrinking, that the broken bone fragments were being carried away by the turbulent currents, and that the eight divine attributes within the abomination were gradually extinguishing...

Some have completely disappeared, while others are left with only a faint trace, like a candle flame about to go out.

Wanxiang did not make a move, but continued to sense the remaining aura.

A week has passed, and the Divine Abomination's body is now just an incomplete skeleton, with a few golden muscle fibers still trembling at the joints.

Fortunately, its head remains intact, the outline of its skull is clear, and a faint golden light flickers deep within its eye sockets.

The light was dim, more than ten times dimmer than when it first entered the turbulence, but it still existed and did not go out.

Two days later, the golden fibers began to break, falling off piece by piece from the ends and being swept away by the turbulent current.

The skeleton was incomplete, with several broken ribs in the chest cavity and several obvious gaps in the spine.

The golden light was still there, but its flickering frequency had slowed, and the intervals between each blink were lengthening, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out.

The consciousness of all things lingered around that light for a long time, confirming that it was not completely extinguished, and then retreated.

On the tenth day, the spine of the divine calamity broke in the middle, and the upper and lower body were separated by a distance.

The golden light flickered deep within his eye sockets for a moment, then dimmed.

The divine abomination... seems to be "dying"!

The moment Wanxiang sensed the disappearance of that light, its consciousness contracted, preparing to manipulate the spatial turbulence to disperse.

But its movement stopped just before it was about to be carried out.

The golden light shone again.

It was weaker than before, like a candle wick that was about to burn out, but now it has lit up again.

After it lit up, it didn't go dark again, but remained in that faint state, seemingly adapting to the erosion of the spacetime turbulence.

That spark grew brighter and brighter.