Start with the hidden role of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and immediately unleash 100,000 Yin Soldi

Chapter 16

The silver sphere of soul light, shimmering with golden light, hovered quietly in mid-air. The golden light on its surface expanded and contracted at a steady frequency, carrying a certain oppressive rhythm.

Chu Jiang stared at the soul for two seconds.

The panel will automatically pop up a description of the soul's quality.

[Soul Quality Grading Supplementary Explanation: Silver and Gold-grade monsters drop Silver Soul Points upon defeat. However, when a monster's soul purity breaks through the tier barrier and reaches the flawless standard, the soul will exhibit the characteristic of "silver background with gold patterns"—representing a pure Gold-grade soul.]

[Current Soul: Skeleton Dragon - Gold Grade - Extremely High Purity]

[Can be refined into a Gold-Rank Ghost General. Refine?]

Chu Jiang's temples were still throbbing, and the stinging pain from the exhaustion of his mental energy throbbed in waves. Blurry shadows lingered at the edge of his vision.

Without hesitation, he took a deep breath and pressed confirm.

The ghost soldiers were more than half lost, but this soul can be replenished.

The moment the refining command was issued, the air at the bottom of the basin froze.

It's not a feeling of stagnation, it's a physical phenomenon.

The white mist exhaled by Chu Jiang lingered around his mouth, refusing to dissipate.

The bone powder of the giant dragon, which was half a foot thick all around, suddenly exploded.

An invisible vortex of darkness expanded outward from the center of the soul sphere, sucking all the bone powder within a radius of tens of meters into the air.

A grayish-white tornado took shape in the center of the basin, its top piercing the grayish-white clouds, and its bottom anchoring at the foot of the Chu River.

The phantom of the second-tier Ghost Gate trembled violently deep within the shadows.

It wasn't the normal resonance feedback we had before.

The bronze nails on the door frame all shut their mouths, and the two bronze doors closed two-thirds of their way on their own, with black mist seeping out from between the doors and crawling along the ground.

Chu Jiang's heart skipped a beat.

This oppressive force is incredibly strong!

In mid-air, the gray-white bone powder tornado collided with the silver-gold soul light sphere.

A silent shockwave rippled out from the contact surface.

The dark red death energy remaining in the bone powder was stripped away, crushed, and evaporated, replaced by extremely pure Netherworld power, so blue it was almost black, and so gold it was blinding.

Two kinds of light intertwined and entangled.

Bone meal is compressed and reshaped in the light.

The massive beast-shaped skeleton was dismantled bit by bit, with excess bone material turned to ashes and discarded, while the essential parts were forged, smelted, and reassembled.

A humanoid silhouette emerged from the light.

It's not a giant dragon that's tens of meters long.

Two and a half meters.

human form.

A humanoid figure that exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression.

hum-

A deep sonic boom resounded over the basin, the aftershocks tearing a vacuum zone of about 100 meters in diameter out of the remaining thick fog.

[Successfully conceived! Obtained Gold-grade Ghost General - Dragonbone Guard!]

The light and shadows in the sky have all dissipated.

A ghost general clad in dark gold bone armor crashed heavily in front of Chu Jiang, kneeling on one knee, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the black soil.

Dragonbone Guard.

Dark gold bone armor covered his entire body, the plates sharp and angular, each bearing the intricate patterns unique to dragon bones. Only two narrow slits were visible through the helmet, from which intense, ghostly blue bone fire emanated.

He held a dragon bone spear upside down in his right hand. The spear shaft was made from the core section of a dragon's spine and was dark gold all over, with a cold blue light emanating from the tip.

A pure, golden-tier aura radiated from its body, causing the black soil beneath its feet to visibly crack and sink.

Chu Jiang brought up the control panel.

【Ghost General - Dragon Bone Guard】

[Rank: Gold]

[Level: 1]

[Attributes: Strength 45, Constitution 50, Agility 35, Spirit 40]

[Skill: Dragon's Roar - Unleashes the power of a dragon, inflicting the "Fear" status on targets within range and shattering their defenses for 5 seconds. Cooldown: 30 seconds.]

Strength 45.

Xiong Po's initial strength is twenty.

The Dragonbone Guard's individual attributes are almost twice that of the Silver Ghost General.

In addition, the "Defense Shattering" effect of Dragon's Roar means that if Dragonbone Guards had been present, the Ghost Soldiers' Soul-Hooking Spears wouldn't have slipped on the dragon's death armor.

Armor-piercing.

Fear of encirclement.

The two weakest links in his ghost soldier system were simultaneously filled by a ghost general.

Chu Jiang put away the panel, his gaze lingering on the Dragonbone Guard for a second.

"receive."

The Dragonbone Guardian transformed into a ball of dark golden light and sank into the shadow beneath its feet.

Chu Jiang turned around, his gaze falling on the huge crater left when the skeletal dragon burst out of the ground.

The cave entrance is over ten meters in diameter, and the black rocks along the edges are jagged and broken, with rubble still rolling down.

The smell coming up from deep inside the cave was wrong.

It is not a deathly aura.

It was the smell of blood. A strong, fresh smell of blood, completely out of place in this barren wasteland of bones that had been dried up for who knows how many years.

Chu Jiang pulled up the hood of his Netherworld Cloak and leaped into the pit.

The rock face was rough, but the landing point was steady. He used the protrusions on the cave wall alternately for leverage, and landed at the bottom after a dozen seconds.

My feet were on the wet, slippery ground.

Bow down.

Dark red.

The ground was covered with a dried, dark red coating, uneven and stuck to the rocks.

You don't need to look closely to know what it is—blood. Lots of blood, repeatedly poured on.

Chu Jiang looked up, his gaze sweeping towards the center of the pit.

Pupil constriction.

An altar.

It stands about two meters tall, with a base made of countless bones glued together.

Human bones, animal bones, and monster bones, of varying sizes, were forcibly bound together by some dark red adhesive, stacked layer upon layer, forming a twisted cone-shaped structure.

The gaps between the bones were filled with dried, dark blood. In some places, the blood had turned black, while in others, it still retained a dark red sheen that had not completely congealed.

Chu Jiang tiptoed closer.

On the stone slab at the top of the altar, there is a totem carved.

Bone powder and dark blood were used as pigments, resulting in intricate and precise lines.

The main element of the design is a flower.

Bright red, with petals curled outwards and slender stamens.

It is rooted in a pile of stark white bones.

White bones and red spider lilies.

Chu Jiang's brain started working at high speed the moment he saw the totem.

Fundamentals of Abyss Studies, Monster Ecology, and Tactical Deduction of Awakened Ones.

The vast knowledge base accumulated over three years of theoretical courses was rapidly retrieved in my mind.

Less than two seconds.

The answer is locked.

Huangquan Sect.

One of the most dangerous cults in East China, they worship the Lord of the Underworld and specialize in manipulating the dead and refining death energy.

It has been on the federal wanted list for seven years and has yet to be eradicated.

Their exclusive totem symbol is the white-boned spider lily.

As Chu Jiang stood before the altar, all the previous anomalies flashed through his mind like lightning.

The skeletal dragon was not born naturally.

A puppet with a core of death energy forcibly injected into a body pieced together from the remains of seven kinds of demons.

The unusual behavior of tens of thousands of dead souls in the wasteland.

It neither runs away nor fights back, ignoring all threats, and only moves mechanically towards the center.

They were not attracted by the dragon, but manipulated by the altar.

The Yellow Springs Cult has set up a trap here.

They manipulated the low-ranking undead on the wasteland using altars, fed artificial skeletal dragons, and catalyzed the mutation of death energy.

When the Hunter's Guild posted a C-rank bounty, this place might have just been an ordinary undead lair.

But during these seventeen days, the altar continued to operate, the density of the undead increased dramatically, and the dragon was catalyzed to reach the gold rank.

The intelligence was correct; this wasteland was being artificially altered.

Chu Jiang took a deep look at the white-boned spider lily on the stone slab.

The totem orientation, the altar structure, the direction of the dead air flow—all of this must be memorized.

He did not touch anything on the altar.

Turn around, climb the wall, and exit the cave.

We set foot once again on the wasteland covered with bone meal.

The sky was completely dark, with only occasional glimpses of cold moonlight peeking through the gaps in the grayish-white clouds.

On the edge of the basin, the undead who survived the dragon's rampage still roam.

There were not many, nearly a thousand, scattered throughout the wasteland. Skeleton soldiers and rotting corpses made up the majority, with a few skeletal knights scattered around.

Without the dragon's power at the altar's core, these remaining undead have regressed to a state of instinct—wandering aimlessly, their reactions to external stimuli reduced to near zero.

Chu Jiang wasted no time.

"come out."

The gates of hell have been wide open.

The remaining ghostly soldiers poured out and scattered across the wasteland in all directions.

Forget about getting any soul points from the third-tier Ghost Gate, but at least we can replenish the lost Yin soldiers.