76: Sequence 016: Ghost Soldiers

Underground Mo City, Central Plaza.

The light of the Nine Heavens Thunder Hell Formation remained dim; the runes on the rock walls were like exhausted blood vessels, slowly drawing the last vestiges of free energy from the nearly depleted Thunder Crystal Mine deep underground.

The air was heavy, permeated with the "hunger" characteristic of energy shortages.

The afterglow of victory could not illuminate the shadows of resource scarcity; with every breath, Mo City's energy reserves slid toward a dangerous abyss.

However, beneath this outward silence and weakness, the magic bottle in Mo Yuan's arms, which had been on the verge of shattering, was undergoing a silent yet far more thrilling transformation.

The bottle no longer emitted painful wails; instead, it produced a low resonance that seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Nether.

At the edge of the massive Chaos crack, the viscous dark gray Qi continued to surge, but it was no longer dissipating violently.

Instead, like organized sappers, it continuously transported the thin Death Qi and fragments of residual Souls from the battlefield outside into the bottle.

In the deepest part of the crack, faint, icy, and deathly silent blue electric arcs flickered and vanished, emitting an aura completely different from the previous Chaos destruction.

Mo Yuan's entire focus had long since sunk into the Small World evolving within the magic bottle.

This was no longer pure collapse and Chaos.

The sky was still covered with huge cracks, but what fell from them was no longer pure gray Qi, but a mist mixed with faint grayish-black Nether Qi, carrying a coldness that could freeze the Soul.

Fragments of broken land floated, their surfaces covered with a layer of cold, faintly glowing frost.

At the center of the world, the newly born Nether Lightning Pool had completely stabilized.

The pool water was pitch black and viscous, like melted black jade, dark without light, as if it could swallow all sight.

Above the pool surface, countless tiny, deep blue Nether lightning bolts jumped, flickered, and exploded like vipers.

Each flicker silently tore open tiny folds in space, emitting destructive fluctuations that made the Divine Soul tremble.

At the bottom of the pool, the base formed by Soul Crystals and the Core of Death Qi constantly bubbled with pitch-black gas; in their disillusionment, countless painful faces wailed silently.

This Lightning Pool was the energy core and manifestation of Law for this kingdom of death!

"Nether demonic liquid... condense."

Mo Yuan's cold will echoed in the world within the bottle.

Following his command, the water in the center of the Nether Lightning Pool churned as if boiling.

A black liquid, deeper, more viscous, and flashing with dense deep blue lightning, was slowly refined, separated, and suspended above the pool surface.

This liquid emitted extreme cold and deathly silence, yet it contained a strange "activity" belonging to the dead.

[Nether demonic liquid]! Born!

This was the Foundation for nurturing the undead sequence!

"Carrier..." Mo Yuan's will swept across the world within the bottle.

It needed a base of sufficient strength, capable of carrying Death Qi and resentment.

On the battlefield outside, those destroyed Ironclad Corpse remains of the Corpse Refining Sect and the Soul fragments of Black Fiend Cult members were the best Materials.

The power of the magic bottle operated silently.

Through the crack, like an invisible sieve, it precisely captured and extracted Cultivator residual Souls of sufficient strength and corpse essence containing Death Qi from the filth remaining on the battlefield outside, threw them into the bottle, and poured them directly into that mass of Nether demonic liquid!

Sizzle—!!!

It was like throwing a red-hot iron block into ice water!

The fear, anger, unwillingness, and weak fragments of consciousness contained in the Cultivator residual Souls clashed violently with the pure power of death in the Nether demonic liquid!

The deep blue Nether lightning jumping in the demonic liquid frantically whipped and tore at those residual Souls, completely erasing and crushing their consciousness, leaving only the purest Soul body structure Origin!

The corpse essence was corroded and assimilated by the demonic liquid, transforming into a spiritual material between reality and illusion!

Pain!

Extreme pain on the silent Soul level unfolded within the demonic liquid!

Those thrown-in residual Souls couldn't even wail before they were forcibly decomposed and reshaped!

Mo Yuan's will was like a cold Creator, guiding this process.

He used the Nether Lightning Pool as a furnace, the Nether demonic liquid as fire and carving knife, and the residual Souls and corpses as Materials, carrying out a forbidden shaping.

"Shaping... imbuing nature... virtualization... Soul devouring..."

The demonic liquid churned.

Inside, countless Soul body fragments and spiritual Materials were forcibly blended, stretched, and set under the forging of the deep blue Nether lightning!

Gradually, humanoid outlines struggled to condense and take shape within the demonic liquid!

They possessed a translucent, low-quality black glaze-like texture throughout their bodies.

Their forms were blurry and unfixed, with black Qi constantly emitting from their edges.

There were no clear facial features; on their faces were only two empty eye sockets, in which two tiny, cold, deep blue Soul fires burned!

In their hands, phantoms of twisted, glowing broken blades or chains were conjured from highly condensed Death Qi and Soul matter.

A cold, deathly silent fluctuation, full of extreme desire for the Souls of living beings, radiated from these newborn existences.

[sequence 016: Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers]! Born!

They hovered quietly above the Nether demonic liquid, like water ghosts floating up from the depths of the River of the Underworld, silent and soundless, yet radiating a suffocating chill.

Mo Yuan's will swept over these newborn Ghost Soldiers.

"Test... ability."

A Ghost Soldier received the order.

Its blurry form swayed slightly, and it actually became completely transparent like blue smoke, instantly passing through a floating, solid rock fragment inside the magic bottle without receiving any obstruction!

Virtualization and wall-passing!

The next moment, it appeared next to another smaller fragment.

Its empty eye sockets locked onto the faint mineral spirituality remaining in the fragment, and it opened its mouth to inhale!

That wisp of spirituality was pulled out as if by an invisible force, instantly submerging into the Ghost Soldier's mouth.

Its blurry form seemed to solidify by a tiny bit, and the deep blue Soul fire in its eye sockets also brightened for an instant!

Soul devouring and growth!

Although the devoured spirituality was weak and the growth was almost negligible, this undoubtedly proved its terrifying potential!

As long as they could continuously devour Souls and Death Qi, they could continue to grow stronger!

"Legion... prototype..." Mo Yuan's cold thoughts had no waves.

With a thought, a small squad of about ten initially formed Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers was wrapped by the power of the magic bottle, turned into an invisible gray air current, and along the Chaos crack at the bottle mouth, was quietly sent out of the bottle, appearing in front of Mo Yuan in the Central Plaza.

As soon as they appeared, the temperature of the plaza dropped sharply, and fine black ice crystals condensed in the air.

A fear and repulsion originating from the instinct of life made the Vajra Battalion soldiers guarding nearby subconsciously tighten their grips on their sword hilts, their muscles under the magic gold armor tensed.

The aura of these Ghost Soldiers was completely different from the vibrant World-Cleansing Lotus and the violent thunder; it was pure death and ethereal existence!

Mo Yuan raised his deep purple Thunder God Arm, and a wisp of faint cyan-gold Eternal Life Thunder Strength jumped on his fingertips—this was originally the thunder of vitality.

Sizzle!

As the Thunder Strength approached a Ghost Soldier, the black Qi on its body was instantly dispersed a little, making a subtle, painful hissing sound, and its form dimmed a bit.

Clearly, the most yang and rigid power was still their nemesis.

But what Mo Yuan wanted was not perfection, but characteristics.

"Infiltrate... reconnaissance... devour enemy Souls... strengthen oneself..." He issued new orders.

The ten Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers were like shadows that had received orders.

Their forms virtualized again, like drops of ink merging into water, silently sinking into the rocky ground under their feet and disappearing.

They could easily pass through thick rock layers, ignoring physical obstacles, and rush directly to the sporadic, remaining evil Cultivators and corpse puppets still putting up a desperate fight on the surface!

For the Mo Sect, which was short on energy at the moment, these undead sequence that could grow on their own, required no conventional energy supplies, and possessed weird penetration abilities were undoubtedly a timely help, and even more so, a silent, deadly dagger in the darkness of the future!

Mo Yuan watched the direction in which the Ghost Soldiers disappeared, and perceived more Ghost Soldiers being continuously nurtured in the Nether Lightning Pool within the magic bottle.

The energy crisis still existed, but the means to break the situation had increased by one... a choice from the Nether.

His Dynasty Foundation, after absorbing death, had taken another step toward a deeper, more unpredictable direction.