Douluo Continent: Peerless Bei Bei, Light Dragon King

Chapter 116 The Undead Demiplane

"It truly makes me miss it."

"This is all thanks to the Snow Empress. If she weren't an ice and snow spirit born of heaven and earth, she wouldn't have been able to sense the power of the world's hierarchy and uncover a corner of the hidden realm of the underworld."

"My fragment of divine consciousness from another world might actually bypass this area and let you use light magic to purify this messenger of death."

Upon hearing this, Beibei asked again, "So, Teacher knows the details of the Underworld's Rebirth Realm?"

"So you also know why, despite possessing such a powerful domain, he's still only a Soul King after living this long and growing this old?"

Electrolux nodded slightly:

"A composite of negative emotions from different planes, it is generally a means for the plane's consciousness to maintain balance among living beings."

"But after all, those who are favored by the negative plane will be restricted by the plane's consciousness."

"For example, the one favored by this plane in front of us is subject to restrictions. He is just a puppet controlled by the realm of the underworld's rebirth, and he will never be able to break through the fifth ring level in his entire life."

At this moment, the imprisoned messenger of death broke free and roared in despair.

"You're the puppet, your whole family are puppets!"

"A wretched, dying ghost dares to bark and howl."

"I am the messenger of death, the ruler of the underworld's realm of rebirth, the future god of death..."

Then?

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

……

Several crisp slaps rang out, and the artificial silencing was successful.

"Teacher, please continue."

"From what you're saying, you need to completely control the Netherworld Rebirth Domain in order to break through the Soul King limit; otherwise, you'll be confined within that domain for your entire life."

"Yes."

There are two ways to achieve this.

"Firstly, if the consciousness of a plane falls or is possessed, the negative consciousness of the former will be left unsuppressed, and the latter will also create a period of plane vacuum. The time given by both is enough for the favored one of the planes to counterattack and control the realm of rebirth in the underworld."

"Secondly, it is to leave the plane of birth and go to another plane. The control over the plane is weakened, which is enough to break through the restrictions of the underworld's rebirth domain and thus completely control it."

The gray world was extremely quiet, and it wasn't just Beibei who was listening attentively, but also the Grim Reaper whose face was swollen from being slapped.

Upon hearing this, the last glimmer of hope that had risen in the Grim Reaper's mind was instantly extinguished.

Neither of the two scenarios mentioned is realistic.

Dimensional consciousness has existed since the birth of a plane. Over billions of years, gods who transcended the limitations of planes have been born, and gods who have fallen have also been born.

But I have never heard of a plane consciousness falling or being possessed.

As for the second possibility, that's even more impossible. Leaving this plane is something only gods can do, and it has nothing to do with human soul masters.

Compared to him, Beibei understood Teacher Yi better. Since that was the explanation, there must be a solution.

Sure enough, Electrolux then provided a solution.

"When I reached the pinnacle of necromancy, I created a necromantic demiplane to facilitate the storage and transport of undead creatures."

"During the period when the Tower of Life was in a semi-dormant state, the profound necromancy memories that were restored contained a method to connect with the undead demiplanes that roam the deep space universe."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the messenger of death suddenly shouted, his voice trailing off.

"Senior, senior, your surname is Yi, right?"

"I was born without parents and popped out of the crack in the realm. I will take your surname from now on. You can just call me Xiao Yi."

"I want to become your godfather and take care of you in your old age."

If his body hadn't been restrained by those long, slender hands, he would have knelt down and kowtowed twice.

Electrolux: "..."

Beibei: "..."

Wow, this guy truly lives up to his reputation as a chosen one of this world; his ability to take advantage of a situation is truly remarkable.

However, he knew very well that Teacher Yi would definitely not accept this foolish son.

Based solely on the Grim Reaper's curse, "Old ghost, remnant soul, howling madly," Teacher Yi probably already knew what form of undead creature he should cultivate.

After all, the person standing in front of him explaining how to counter dimensional control wasn't exactly a saint.

The Holy Spirit Cult's goal, which countless generations of evil spirit masters have failed to achieve, is to transform a plane into a kingdom of death.

When Electrolux was young, he had completed half of it. If he hadn't come to his senses later, that plane might have really become the Land of the Dead.

Electrox scrutinized the Grim Reaper; those who knew him well knew this was the look he gave when experimenting with new magic.

He exclaimed in admiration:

"Possessing the ability to resurrect infinitely in the realm of the underworld is rare, though it has limitations."

"An alternative form of eternal life is indeed a good way to retire."

The Grim Reaper struggled to restrain the grip of his long, slender hands and nodded vigorously.

"Indeed, indeed!"

But in his next sentence, Electrolux abruptly changed the subject.

"In the category of necromancy crafting, someone like you is an excellent material for crafting the Myriad Soul Banner, and the best candidate for the main soul."

"It's a real shame to purify it like this."

"Don't you think so, Beibei?"

Death Messenger: "???"

Beibei: "..."

You are the former and current Son of Light, and you're openly discussing how to refine the Myriad Soul Banner... Is that really appropriate?

There was no further laughter or conversation with him; Electrolux's words were like curses, mumbled and incomprehensible.

In an instant, the previously still underworld realm began to change, and the grayness of the world transformed into flowing air currents.

Beibei, who was in this place, felt as if she had been twisted into a pretzel by the spatial forces.

But as Electrox waved his necromancer's staff, streams of spatial power flowed through Bebe like a divided tide.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; the area where the realm of the dead resided underwent a complete transformation, with the stars shifting and the world changing.

A massive, dark gate closed, and Beibei found herself in the undead demiplane.

Upon arriving, he felt sticky all over, and the air was filled with a smell he disliked.

Meanwhile, nearby, a cloud of black corpse energy gradually coalesced into a humanoid creature with a naked upper body.

Its skin is deathly white; it is an eighth-order undead creature from the undead demiplane, the ruler of the zombie race, the Zombie King.

Its long, snake-like tongue licked its dark, sharp nails, its gaze on Beibei filled with a mixture of bloodlust and curiosity.

"Humans?"

"Still a human with the attribute of light."

"How could there be humans here?"

Looking at this zombie king, who was equivalent to an eight-ring Soul Douluo, Beibei revealed her signature refined and harmonious smile.

"Hello, powerful being from another world. I came here with my teacher."

"Teacher?" The Zombie King looked in the direction Beibei pointed and saw a pair of gray eyes that made his soul tremble.

"Wow~"

Upon seeing Electrolux, the Zombie King let out a shrill scream that sounded even worse than crying.

"He's back! He's back!" she shouted as she ran away in a panic.

(End of this chapter)