Elven cultivators

Nine-tiered Heavenly Tower, Quiet Room.

The soft light from the light source stone cascaded down from the dome.

Anton sat cross-legged in the center of the quiet room, his gaze fixed on the floating, brilliant golden hexagonal crystal in front of him.

From this fragment of divine essence obtained from Morais, one can clearly sense a strong aura of the laws of the soul.

Normally, after a deity falls from grace, the laws and authority they wielded would quickly disintegrate and dissipate, returning to the world.

Only the energy of the law containing intention remains.

At this stage, the divine nature is equivalent to a container of laws that has not yet given birth to authority, and it has a very high adaptability to authority.

If an intelligent being successfully merges with a divine entity, it can rely on this vessel to quickly awaken new laws and authority, and ultimately ascend to the divine throne to become a god.

This is undoubtedly much faster than starting from scratch to gather the seeds of divinity and gradually gain power.

That's why "slaying gods" is widely recognized as the fastest shortcut to becoming a god.

The fragment of divine essence in Anton's hand, having been recently extracted and immediately sealed by Anton after acquisition, still contained a considerable amount of the aura of soul laws.

While it falls far short of the level of authority, it's still quite good. "This is indeed excellent material for crafting soul-protecting magical artifacts."

Anton muttered to himself.

Divine fragments are inherently related to the laws of the soul, making them perfect for crafting soul-protecting artifacts.

Of course, this is not enough to craft a true soul-protecting magic weapon; more rare materials are needed.

Furthermore, his skill in weapon crafting hadn't reached that level.

However, if it's just using divine fragments as the core material to forge a "one-time magic weapon," then there's no problem.

Anyway, he only used it once.

"The Dharma body is almost completely condensed. Once the magic weapon is finished, we can begin the tribulation."

Anton re-sealed the divine fragment with aura, then put it into his sleeve.

After doing all this, he finally pulled his thoughts away from the magical artifact and returned to the current situation.

Since the death of Darkwing, the King of the Underworld, and the annihilation of his army of millions of undead, the eastern defense line has entered a period of calm.

There were no further signs of new undead army movements in the direction of the Underworld. Clearly, the remaining five undead lords each had their own adversaries and were unable to deal with this formidable new enemy from the east.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for the Silvermoon Clan.

Clans have more time to build up their strength.

Especially since they had just experienced a major battle, although the casualties among their own people and vassal races were negligible, the losses among their soldiers were enormous.

The Yellow Turban Warrior Legion and the Five Battalions of Divine Soldiers bore the brunt of the undead army's attack on the main battlefield, suffering the heaviest casualties and being almost completely wiped out.

Due to their semi-ethereal nature, the Yin Soldier Legion was highly resistant to physical attacks and most low-level undead attacks, resulting in relatively fewer casualties, but they still lost more than a third of their forces.

The enemy consisted of millions of undead. Even with the support of the Myriad Spirits Returning to the Void Suppressing Evil Formation, it was impossible for the clan to wipe out such a massive army without paying a price.

Fortunately, this time a massive amount of death energy was collected, enough to refine far more ghost soldiers than the number lost in battle.

Once the disciples complete the refining and transformation, the size of the Yin Soldier Legion will not only be fully restored, but will also be expanded several times over.

As for the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Five Camps of Divine Soldiers, since pre-war supplies were plentiful, rebuilding them was only a matter of time.

In addition, Anton also needs more time to refine the guardian deities and heavenly soldiers.

The construction of the Ziwei Heavenly Palace is a massive undertaking that cannot be rushed. All of this requires time.

Moreover, this was not only a buffer period for the clan's development, but also for his own sake.

Preparing for a breakthrough is one aspect, but on the other hand, Anton also needs time to comprehend supernatural powers.

Among the sword techniques, he has already mastered the One Thought Severing Sword and One Sword Transforming into Myriad Laws.

There has been new progress in understanding the technique of "one sword transforms into myriad laws".

Anton is now able to simultaneously integrate two different divine powers into his sword light.

Only when one can simultaneously integrate all five elements, achieving the rotation of the five elements and the unity of all laws, can one be considered to have truly entered the inner sanctum.

The Separation and Integration of Light and Shadow has not neglected its cultivation, and is steadily progressing towards the next breakthrough.

Next, he will try to cultivate more sword techniques.

Everything is proceeding as planned.

Composing himself, Anton left the quiet room and flew towards the valley outside the city where the Ziwei Heavenly Palace was located.

Although the war has come to an end, things will only get busier from here on out. But overall, time is on the Silvermoon Clan's side.

With each passing day, the Silvermoon Clan grows stronger and its foundation deepens.

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Northern part of the mainland, Wind-Weeping Canyon.

The wind whistled through the cracks in the canyon, creating a continuous, low echo, like countless ghosts whispering repeatedly among the rock walls.

Unlike the gray fog that blanketed the valley months ago, a wide passage has now been cleared at the entrance, with massive pillars made of bones and black stones standing on both sides, covered with twisted runes.

Tens of thousands of undead wandered in formation on the plains outside the valley, awaiting the order for the next conquest.

The massive body of Gurac slowly descended from the northern horizon, heading towards the depths of the canyon.

Each step he took on the gravel floor created visible ripples, sending tiny pebbles flying outwards.

Originally a Titan named Grax, after being resurrected as an undead, his size did not shrink but instead became even larger, like a moving, majestic castle.

The grayish-brown stone-like surface is covered with layers of rock, resembling fault lines in a mountain.

The head was hidden beneath thick stone armor, only two deep fissures visible, from which flowed a dark red, molten lava-like light.

Several undead along the way were unable to dodge in time and were mercilessly crushed by Gurac.

He walked straight through the canyon passage and arrived at the entrance to the deepest part of the Abyss.

The enormous spatial rift still stretches across the canyon, like a scar hanging in the void, with wisps of gray mist drifting from its edges.

Two figures were already waiting at the entrance.

Kalon, the Pale Hand, stood silently beside the entrance, leaning on his sword, like a statue.

The howling banshee Celine hovered in mid-air, her ethereal form like a reflection in water, gently rippled by the breeze.

"Where are the other two?" Glax asked in a gruff voice.

"Morok is locked in a fierce battle with the Tide Temple in the southern seas and can't spare any time," Celine said, tilting her head slightly to look at him, her voice languidly husky. "As for Igni..."

Before she could finish speaking, the air around her suddenly froze.

A thin layer of white frost spread down the rock face without warning, freezing the moss and dust into stiff, grayish-white powder.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from the direction of the canyon entrance. A gigantic figure strode in.

It was none other than Igni, the Frostbone King.

This undead lord, resurrected from the progenitor giant, is composed entirely of frost and bones, with every inch of his skeleton covered in translucent, eerie blue ice crystals, radiating a chilling aura that penetrates to the very marrow.

The skull resembled an inverted ice peak, with two nearly white, icy flames flickering in the eye sockets. Each breath left a long, slow trail of cold air in the air.

The surrounding rocks cracked slightly as he passed by, quickly covered with a thin layer of frost, as if even the stones could not withstand the bone-chilling cold emanating from him.

"Now everyone's here," Celine said with a smile.

Igni arrived at the entrance to the Abyss, glanced around, and fixed his gaze on Karon. He frowned and asked, "Why did you suddenly call me here?"

Caron said calmly, "This is His Majesty's order; I am merely relaying it."

Upon hearing that it was the Black Emperor who gave the order, Igni's brow relaxed, and he asked no further questions.

However, Caron's next words made him frown.

"In addition, we also need to discuss the matter of Darkwing."

Igni let out a low, cold laugh: "That arrogant fool Darkwing didn't even know the other party's background before running off to his death. He's utterly disgraced the Underworld." Glucks glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Although Darkwing is arrogant, he's not weak. That elf named Anton was able to kill him. Even if it was because he took advantage of the terrain of that forest magic circle, he himself was at least at the level of a Seal Bearer and should not be underestimated."

Ignis snorted but did not refute.

He clearly agreed with what Gulaks said.

Celine narrowed her eyes and said, "So, what do we do next? We all have enemies to deal with, and we simply can't spare any time to deal with the Silvermoon Clan."

No lord responded.

The undead lords present all fell silent.

The flame in Igni's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

Despite his mockery of Darkwing and his dismissive attitude towards Anton, as Gulaks said, regardless of what methods Anton used, the fact that he was able to kill Darkwing proves that the opponent was not weak.

In addition, the intelligence report mentions those bizarre methods that are extremely effective against the undead, making it even more dangerous.

Any one of them would risk being killed if faced with a one-on-one confrontation.

It's safer if at least two undead lords team up.

But given the current situation, where can two undead lords be spared? They must remain on their respective battlefields.

If they leave carelessly, they might just hand over the advantage they've worked so hard to gain.

In the midst of the silent stillness, the Gate of the Underworld suddenly rippled slightly.

A figure walked out from inside the door.

He was not tall; in fact, one could say he appeared slender compared to the other undead lords.

But the moment he stepped out of the entrance to the Abyss, the surging gray-white mist, the flowing energy of the laws, and even the speed of the air flow seemed to freeze for a moment.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the four undead lords immediately lowered their heads and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty."

The Black Emperor. He was still wearing that jet-black armor, his cloak hanging down his back like a congealed blood clot, obscuring the metallic sheen of the exposed edges of his shoulder armor.

Beneath the helmet's shadow lay only an impenetrable void.

His gaze slowly swept over the four lords present.

"Where is Moloch?" Celine replied meekly, "Your Majesty, Moloch is currently engaged in battle with the army of the Tide Temple on the southern coast and is temporarily unable to leave."

She paused, then said, "There is one more thing to report to Your Majesty. When Darkwing was conquering a force in the east called the Silver Moon Clan, he was killed by its chieftain, Anton Silver Moon, and his entire army was wiped out."

Surprisingly, the Black Emperor remained calm upon hearing this.

"I know," he said calmly.

The four undead lords were stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that His Majesty had only asked Morlock but not Darkwing, which clearly meant that he already knew about Darkwing's death in battle.

As for the source of the intelligence... it's most likely the Ring of Annihilation.

"Don't touch the east for now," the Black Emperor said. "Take care of the other defenses first."

Igni finally couldn't contain himself any longer and stepped forward, asking, "Your Majesty, why don't you take action yourself? With your power, crushing that elf and the Silvermoon Clan would be effortless, wouldn't it?"

"You underestimate Anton Silvermoon." The Black Emperor's words stunned the four undead lords. "He is no ordinary demigod. Even if I were to take action, I wouldn't be 100% confident of killing him."

Igni exclaimed incredulously, "How is this possible, Your Majesty? Even you...?"

The other three undead lords exchanged bewildered glances.

In their eyes, His Majesty is the strongest being on the Dawn Continent, and no intelligent being can rival him. He could easily crush any force on the Dawn Continent with a single move.

However, His Majesty himself said that he was not entirely confident in defeating Andong.

They hadn't expected His Majesty to have such a high opinion of Anton's abilities.

Seeing the changes in the expressions of the undead lords, the Black Emperor said calmly, "Anton may not be as strong as me, but he is proficient in magic arrays."

"The core territory of the Silver Moon Clan, the Primordial Spirit Realm, is a vast and unparalleled magic array system."

"Even in ancient times, such a magic array system was unheard of."

"Unless I am absolutely certain that I can break through the defensive formation of the Primordial Spirit Realm, it would be pointless to make a move rashly."

The four undead lords then understood what the Black Emperor meant.

It turns out that what Your Majesty truly fears is the magic array system of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

If that's the case, then it's indeed very tricky.

Once Anton enters the Primordial Spirit Realm, they have no way to deal with him.

"Don't worry about Anton." The Black Emperor turned around and faced the Gate of the Underworld.

"As long as the plan goes smoothly, the Primordial Spirit Realm will be ours sooner or later."

"Now you just need to focus on breaking through the other defenses."

The moment the words left his mouth, the Black Emperor stepped through the massive gate surging with gray energy. His figure was swallowed up by the invisible darkness the instant he reached the edge of the gate and disappeared.

Only a cold sentence remained, echoing through the canyon.

"The task of conquering the Dawn Continent is now entrusted to you."

It wasn't until a while after the Black Emperor left that the four undead lords looked up at each other again.

"Since Your Majesty has said so, then let's put the eastern defense line on hold for now," said Gulacsi.

Caron and Celine naturally had no objections.

Igni snorted coldly, but said nothing.

Let that elf live a little longer, and on the day the undead army invades the Primordial Spirit Realm, he will personally twist its head off.