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In this world, certain grand feats themselves bring power to the creator, just like the great achievements of mortal heroes or the rituals performed by spellcasters, all of which receive feedback from the world's primordial power.

Moreover, becoming a creator is a shortcut to godhood. You don't even need the creatures you create to believe in you; as long as they continue to multiply and grow stronger, they will bring you a continuous source of power.

However, this would likely encroach on the living space of many native species, causing considerable trouble for themselves.

It should be noted that even the weakest goblins have corresponding powerful gods.

This berserker named Magrubiye is engaged in an endless battle of wits with the orc god Gruush in the outer planes of hell.

The birth of each new species often means the extinction of one or more old species, not to mention that Thor intends to recreate all the creatures in the Monster Hunter world.

Even if only a portion of them survive, it will still be a complete reshuffling of the world's ecosystem.

How could the gods corresponding to those eliminated races be willing to accept this?

Perhaps I should first find a small plane, transform it into my base, and after cultivating a stable race, quietly expand outwards.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through Thor's mind, and he began to make a rough plan for the path he would take next.

However, a small plane, especially an unclaimed small plane, is not so easy to find.

There are some spells and rituals that can create seeds of demiplanes, but the initial area is extremely small and it takes a long time for them to grow.

Thor didn't want to wait that long; he just wanted to get what he could get right away. After thinking it over, he realized he had actually come across a place like that before.

In the underground cave beneath the endless glacier, there is a small dimensional passage sealed by pure ice. Once, an undead rushed out of it, trying to possess him.

That undead creature provided Thor with the initial funding, and even its memories were erased and absorbed, now residing in his mind.

According to this memory, the other side of the passage is a remote, small undead plane, which perfectly matches Thor's goal.

By conquering that place and burning all those skeletons to ashes, we can not only obtain a small plane of our own, but also reap a large amount of essence.

Thinking of this, Solton excitedly leaped up, his wings spewing out dragon energy, transforming him into a crimson meteor that streaked across the sky.

He flew towards the endless glacier, and with the unparalleled memory of a true dragon, he quickly found the valley filled with cedar trees.

The passage, which even a young blue dragon couldn't squeeze through, was undoubtedly as narrow as a mouse hole for Thor, whose body length was already close to 70 meters.

But by virtue of the power derived from the earth, he was able to move freely through the frozen rocks.

Familiar scenes flashed by along the way, and soon we arrived at the spacious underground cavern.

The enormous red dragon slowly rose from the ground, its scales emitting a bright light that illuminated the surroundings. Unexpectedly, it saw something quite different.

Chapter 359 Returning to the Old Ground

I remember the last time I came here, it was just an ordinary underground cave, dark and cold, covered with jagged stalactites.

Apart from the towering block of pure ice inside the cave, there was nothing else unusual about it; it was empty and lifeless, devoid of any vitality.

However, at this moment, with his keen senses, he heard a series of crisp echoes coming from afar, and the air was filled with a strong negative energy, mixed with a rotten stench.

Was that passage to the realm of the dead opened again by some creatures that strayed in? As a result, those skeletons and rotting corpses have escaped?

The low cave was too small for a behemoth like Thor to fly, so he simply strolled forward casually.

Along the way, stalactites as thick as pillars would break apart like rotten wood the moment they lightly brushed against him.

The dust and roaring sound from the collapsing boulder continued to spread and reverberate in all directions.

Hearing the commotion, the creatures in the distance instinctively gathered around.

They were indeed skeletons and zombies, looking much the same as the ones Thor had encountered before.

As the lowest of the undead creatures, they knew nothing of fear, and attacked Thor solely out of their natural hatred for living beings.

Thor didn't even bother to glance at these tiny "ants," continuing on his way as if nothing had happened. The intense heat emanating from his body incinerated them all to ashes from ten meters away.

Wisps of smoke rose, and the terrifying heat wave caused the temperature of the entire underground cavern to rise rapidly. The negative energy and putrid smell that had been permeating the cavern were instantly swept away.

A black dragon that had been sleeping in a dark stone cave suddenly opened its eyes, feeling a terrifying aura approaching, and its heart began to pound wildly.

Without thinking, he rushed out of the cave entrance, wanting to hide in those intricate mine tunnels.

However, Thor's senses were so keen and vast, and the authority of the earth had long since enveloped everything within the entire cave.

The mud and rocks around the mine seemed to writhe like living things, instantly closing up together. The black dragon crashed into the rock wall with a heavy thud.

This made him feel a sense of despair; he never expected that after hiding for so long, he would finally be found.

If they knew they had broken a taboo of the dragon race, the consequences would be...

The heavy footsteps approached from afar, and the overwhelming pressure, like a surging tide, made the black dragon feel as if it were about to suffocate.

A wave of heat crashed against us, turning the surrounding rock walls a deep red, as if they were about to melt.

This made the black dragon feel as if it were a sinner kneeling at the feet of a god, awaiting the merciless judgment of fate. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly until a golden-red "sun" rose before its eyes.

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"Who do we have here? It's you, you stinking bug. You actually thought of hiding here. You're something else."

Thor looked down at the black dragon huddled in the corner. His powerful memory and unique senses made him realize that it was actually a familiar dragon.

Most of the young dragons who had defected from the Blue Dragon Clan because of him were captured and brought back, and this one was one of the few who escaped.

As a lower-ranking dragon among the five-colored dragons, it is only larger than the white dragon.

The black dragon in front of us, now in its adolescence, is less than 6 meters long. Due to the lack of food in the cave, it appears increasingly emaciated, like a skeleton covered with skin.

Compared to the young black dragons in Thor's territory, he was smaller in size, but his aura of negative energy was stronger, unlike the orthodox black dragons which were more inclined towards acidity and sewage.

Is it because of those undead? Perhaps he has been eating skeletons and zombies all along?

As expected of the most cruel and twisted black dragon, he is indeed disgusting and perverted.

Thor withdrew his burning gaze and said casually.

"I remember your name is Zegris? Tell me! Why are you here!"

The black dragon, huddled in the corner with its back pressed against the wall, was taken aback upon hearing this, not understanding why the powerful red dragon in front of it knew its name.

Could they have seen them before? But such a majestic being would never be forgotten after just one glance, so how could I have no recollection of it?

Or perhaps his ancestors had dealt with this red dragon and learned his name from it?

Zegris lowered his head, his chin almost touching the ground, not daring to look directly at the dazzling figure in front of him, and said in a humble tone.

"Great Red Dragon, that is indeed my name. Do you recognize me?"

"Because there's a small passage leading to the realm of the dead, filled with negative energy, I settled here to practice necromancy."

He dared not say that he had eaten zombies and dragon corpses to escape the pursuit of the Blue Dragon Clan, nor did he dare say that he had eaten zombies and dragon corpses to increase the negative energy in his body.

Otherwise, given the Red Dragon's volatile and easily angered nature, it could very well crush him to death for some insignificant reason.

Thor merely glanced at him indifferently upon hearing this, then turned his head to look at the stone cave where he had previously lived.

Deep within the cave lay the skeleton of a young dragon, each bone meticulously preserved with corpse oil, exuding a faint aura of negative energy, clearly in preparation for the creation of a bone dragon.

Desecrating the corpse of one's own kind is an absolute taboo among true dragons, and if discovered, one is likely to be besieged by other true dragons.

However, the truly powerful dragons didn't care about this at all.

Baragas probably ate more than a hundred dragons in his lifetime, and there is no record of him being attacked by other dragons for this reason.

That old bastard, the Doomsday Reptile, has been dedicated to researching living dragon liches so that he could reproduce. He's harmed countless living dragons and their remains in the process, yet he's still alive and well.

Thor felt that his pursuit of offspring was, to some extent, also a way to create a completely new race and pave the way for his own further ascension to godhood.

After all, becoming a racial god is always the easiest thing to achieve.

Although Saul felt disgusted and averse to cannibalism, he was not yet angry.

Under Zegris's apprehensive gaze, he withdrew his eyes, told him to stay put, and then turned and walked toward the small passage.

The frozen Zhenbing had been moved to another corner, and the high temperature emanating from it due to Thor's arrival was now releasing thick water vapor.

The dimensional portal deep underground still emitted wisps of black smoke, much like an oil field, and every so often, undead creatures would emerge from the other end.

Thor manipulated the ground beneath his feet, causing it to shift outwards until it quickly formed a massive crater large enough to contain his entire body.

He looked at the passage leading to that small undead plane and tried to stick a claw into it, which immediately caused a violent tremor.

This passage is far too fragile; it could not possibly accommodate even a massive red dragon, let alone his dark brethren.

We must find a way to build a two-way portal on the other side.

Chapter 360 The Plane of the Dead

The realm of the undead and negative energy was a place Thor had never set foot in before, so he could not tear open a passage to that plane as he had done with the elemental planes.

It seems that only by first anchoring on both sides and then using powerful magic to open up the space between them can such a colossal creature as him be allowed to pass through.

While a large size has absolute advantages in many aspects, it can sometimes be inconvenient.

So Thor sometimes wondered if he should learn a spell or two to change his form.

After all, this kind of skill is like swimming and riding a bicycle; it might suddenly prove to be surprisingly useful.

For example, it would be quite awkward if you encountered a passage that was indestructible and could not be used for spatial jumps, but you were unable to pass through it because you were too big.

The thought flashed through Thor's mind for only a moment before he dismissed it.

The intense heat emanating from his body gradually subsided. He raised his claws and gestured towards the distance, forcibly pulling a distant skeleton towards him with the force of the airflow.

It's clear that this skeleton was a humanoid creature similar to a half-orc in its previous life. Its withered, yellow bones are very thick, and its skull has protruding fangs.

It is said that some skeletons in the prime material plane, if left uncorrupted for a long time, will accumulate excessive negative energy and become connected with the undead planes of some outer planes, thus falling into them.

This skeleton may be one of them, but it's unknown whether it's a native of this world.

Thor glanced at the faint soul fire in the skull's eye sockets, then extended his claw and gently touched its skull. A powerful mental force pierced through and left its mark on the sparks.

The knowledge of the powerful undead in his mind, along with the various mental spells that awakened during his growth, made it easy for Thor to control several low-level undead creatures, even without in-depth research on undead and negative energy.

Immediately afterwards, he used his claws to shove the skeleton into the passage in front of him, focused his mind, and began to sense the connection in the darkness.

As the scene before Thor faded, a completely different world slowly unfolded before him.

Everything in sight seemed to be shrouded in a thin, gray miasma. Above was an unchanging dark gray dome, devoid of any light or heat, with only a faint, bleak deathly light permeating the air.

The ground was hard, cracked, and grayish soil, with a few scattered bones.

A broken forearm bone, half a beast's rib, and a shattered skull were buried in a crack in the soil. The bone surfaces were withered and dry, brittle from being soaked in the omnipresent negative energy of the plane.

The air was icy cold, and occasionally a wisp of air would brush past the gaps in the broken bones, producing a faint and hollow hiss.

There were no plants, insects, or ants here, no flowing water or wetlands; the entire space was filled with only deathly silence and a slowly dissipating aura of death. In the distance stood two or three solitary skeletons, their frames sloping, slowly shuffling in place, making no other sound.

The desolate scene surprised Thor; even the elemental planes were probably much more bustling than this.

However, it is also possible that this dimensional portal connects to the edge of this undead plane, which is why the number of undead is so sparse.

Thor was about to control the orc skeleton to explore further, but he found that due to the great distance, his commands could not be transmitted and he could only share its senses unilaterally.

This is a bit of a problem. The original plan was to use these skeletons to build coordinates on the other side, but now that plan has completely failed.

However, it's not entirely true that this is a huge problem. Some troubles are just troubles, and at worst, they just require a little more resources.

Thor then severed his mental connection with the skeleton, his massive body emerging from the pit, grabbing Zegris in his claws, and transforming into a streak of red light that shot into the sky.

If the undead that once tried to possess him could expand and stabilize this passage through the sacrifice of flesh and soul, then he could certainly do the same.

It's time to put my highly prolific goblins and kobolds, along with the criminals and slaves imprisoned in various jails, to good use.

A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a trail that lingered for a long time, before returning to its volcanic lair in a short while.

Thor casually tossed the black dragon to his men, and naturally someone would guide him through the necessary procedures and teach him what to do.

Meanwhile, the red dragon, clad in crimson-gold scales, began to gather its army. When the order was given, almost the entire northern lands were shaken.

Countless goblins and kobolds were summoned, and even those humanoid creatures in human territory who had not submitted to Thor were plundered by Thor's men and transported to the wilderness in prison wagons.

The continuous procession resembled a long dragon with no end in sight, with Darkin and their legions scattered on both sides to guard and maintain order.