novelTele Chapter 83 Progress in the Rules of Death
Chapter 83 Progress in the Rules of Death
After breaking through to the Saint Realm, Lin Yun's life became more regular and fulfilling.
Every morning, he would practice his swordsmanship and movement techniques in the Monster Mountain Range, meticulously integrating the secret arts he brought back from the Swallowed Star world into his own combat system. In the mornings and afternoons, he would sit cross-legged in a tree, meditating and comprehending the profound mysteries of the seven elemental laws. And at night, when the moonlight bathed the earth, he would sink his consciousness into the depths of the rules of death, exploring that realm entirely different from the elemental laws.
The necromancy inheritance stele unlocked new content after he broke through to the Holy Realm.
The runes that were once blurry and indistinct are now clearly visible. The characters that were once obscure and difficult to understand now flow into his consciousness like a gentle stream. The rules of death are beginning to truly reveal their power at this moment.
The moonlight was like water in the Monster Mountain Range.
Lin Yun sat cross-legged on the bluestone, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into the depths of his soul. There, fragments of the rules of death, like black stars, slowly rotated in the darkness. They were more profound, more obscure, and more deadly than the seven elements of law.
"Undead summoning," Lin Yun murmured.
This was one of the earliest necromancy spells he mastered. Back in the caves of the Monster Mountain Range, he could only randomly summon low-level undead creatures, or descend into the Netherworld through his soul consciousness, carefully searching for suitable contract partners. At that time, his soul power was limited, and the highest level of undead he could contract was only the peak of level seven.
Now, everything is different.
The spiritual power of a Saint-level mage is like a vast ocean. And his soul, honed through three lifetimes and tempered by the small cauldron, has reached an inconceivable level of strength. The rules of death are no longer a hazy veil before him, but a clearly visible path.
Lin Yun took a deep breath and concentrated his soul power to the extreme.
"Summoning the Undead - Gate to the Underworld".
His soul power transformed into an invisible blade, tearing a rift in the void. The rift was not the thin crack of before, but a real door—three meters high and two meters wide, its edges shimmering with a ghostly blue light.
Behind the door, there was only endless gray.
Gray sky, gray earth, gray fog. The realm of the dead, the embodiment of the rules of death, the final resting place of all the souls of the dead.
Lin Yun's soul consciousness transformed into a beam of light, passed through the door, and entered the realm of the dead.
This time, he no longer crept cautiously, but floated openly in the sky above the Netherworld. His soul power spread in all directions, covering an area of tens of kilometers. The weaker undead creatures sensed his presence and prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.
"Where are the undead at the peak of the Saint Realm?" Lin Yun's mental power swept across the Netherworld.
The Netherworld is vast and boundless, and the distribution of undead creatures follows certain patterns. The more powerful the undead, the more they tend to occupy the areas within the Netherworld where the power of death is most concentrated. Those areas are usually located deep within the Netherworld.
Without hesitation, Lin Yun flew towards the direction where he sensed the strongest death energy.
He moved incredibly fast; his soul's movement in the Netherworld far surpassed his speed in the mortal realm. The gray wasteland receded rapidly beneath his feet, and occasionally a few foolish undead creatures attempted to stop him, but they all crumbled under the pressure of his soul.
After flying for about fifteen minutes, he arrived at a black mountain range.
The mountain range stretched endlessly, its highest points reaching several thousand meters. The mountains were as black as ink, their surfaces covered in a layer of frost. A dense aura of death permeated the air, deterring ordinary undead from approaching.
"This is it." Lin Yun's mental energy probed deep into the mountains.
He sensed dozens of powerful soul auras—level nine undead, early-stage Saint Realm undead, mid-stage Saint Realm undead… and in the deepest part of the mountain range, there were three particularly powerful auras, reaching the peak of the Saint Realm.
"Three undead at the peak of the Saint Realm." Lin Yun's lips curled up slightly.
He didn't rush closer, but first observed the location and condition of the three undead. They were scattered in different areas of the mountain range, each occupying a territory and maintaining a delicate distance from each other.
Lin Yun chose the closest one.
It was an undead knight. It rode a similarly undead warhorse, its entire body covered in black bone armor, and beneath its helmet was a hollow face with eerie blue flames flickering in its eye sockets. In its hand it gripped a rusty longsword, its blade wreathed in a dense aura of the undead.
A peak-level undead knight is a dominant force in the undead realm.
Lin Yun slowly descended from the sky and stood in front of the undead knight.
The undead knight sensed his presence, and the flames in its eye sockets flickered violently. It let out a low growl, pointed its longsword at Lin Yun, and reared up on its hind legs.
Lin Yun did not retreat. He condensed his soul power into an invisible thread and slowly extended it toward the undead knight.
"Sign a contract with me and become my battle partner." His will was transmitted through the power of his soul. "I will give you power, I will give you meaning in battle. You will no longer need to wander in these desolate mountains, no longer need to wait for a meaningless fate." As undead, besides devouring other undead, the soul power of the living is more useful to them in terms of evolution. With each summoning, the summoner will grant them a certain amount of soul power as a reward!
The undead knight's flames flickered even more violently. It was resisting, an instinctive resistance to being bound. But Lin Yun's soul power was too strong; the oppressive force made it impossible for it to refuse.
The threads of the contract touched the core of the undead knight's soul.
The undead knight's body stiffened abruptly, the flames in its eye sockets flickering violently a few times before gradually calming down. Its longsword lowered, and its warhorse's forelegs touched the ground. It bowed its head, signifying its submission to Lin Yun.
The contract is established.
Lin Yun felt that a small portion of his soul power had been consumed, but it was far from being a burden. With his current soul strength, contracting three or four peak Saint-level undead was no problem at all.
"Your name is Shadow," Lin Yun gave it a name.
The undead knight's flames flickered, as if in response.
Lin Yun didn't linger and continued deeper into the mountains. He repeated the process, contracting two more undead at the peak of the Saint Realm—a necromancer and a bone dragon.
The necromancer hovered in the air, clad in a tattered black robe, a bone staff in his hand. Eerie green flames flickered in his eye sockets, emanating a chilling aura. A peak-level necromancer, he was proficient in various necromancy spells, capable of unleashing terrifying power on the battlefield.
The Bone Dragon is one of the most powerful undead creatures in the Netherworld. It can grow to tens of meters long, with deep black bones and a wingspan that blots out the sky. Dark red flames flicker in its eye sockets, radiating a savage and powerful aura.
With three undead at the peak of the Saint Realm, plus the millions of undead under their command, including many at the ninth level and the initial stage of the Saint Realm, Lin Yun's undead army has already taken shape.
"That's enough." Lin Yun withdrew his mental energy. "Three peak Saint Realm warriors are enough to handle most situations."
His soul consciousness withdrew from the Netherworld, and the door slowly closed behind him.
The moonlight still shone in the grove behind the mountain. Lin Yun opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Three undead at the peak of the Saint Realm signify that his combat power in the Panlong World has reached a new level. A level nine undead archmage is equivalent to an army of a million. And an undead archmage at the peak of the Saint Realm is enough to rival the power of a nation.
"However, necromancy is only one aspect of the rules of death," Lin Yun murmured.
The true power of the rules of death lies at the level of the soul.
He closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the depths of the rules of death. There, those once vague insights became clear. Soul attacks, soul enslavement, soul refinement—these deeper techniques, he could finally truly master after breaking through to the Saint Realm.
First is the soul attack.
Back when Lin Yun was fighting the level eight necromancer Morton in the Monster Mountain Range, he once used a soul attack. At that time, his method was extremely rudimentary—he condensed his soul power into a sharp spike and pierced directly into the enemy's soul. It was a desperate tactic that would inflict heavy damage on both sides; if the small cauldron hadn't protected his soul, he might have become an idiot.
Now, everything is different.
The soul power of a Saint-level mage has become strong enough to support true soul attacks. These attacks are no longer simple spikes, but rather, like magic based on the seven elements, they have form, skill, and layers.
Lin Yun raised his right hand, and an invisible force condensed in his palm. It was the power of the soul, but it was no longer simple energy. Instead, it had been shaped into a special form by him according to some profound mystery of the rules of death.
"Soul Blade"
With a gentle wave of his hand, the invisible force transformed into a sharp blade, slashing forward silently. The air ahead was torn apart, and a deep trench appeared in the ground—not a physical trench, but a crack at the level of the soul.
Lin Yun's mental power sensed that wherever that soul blade passed, even the souls of microorganisms in the air were shredded.
"So powerful." Lin Yun was shocked.
This soul attack acts directly on the soul itself, ignoring both physical and magical defenses. Unless the enemy's soul power far surpasses that of the caster, it is virtually impossible to withstand.
Lin Yun's soul, honed through three lifetimes and tempered by the small cauldron, had become incredibly powerful. Even a peak Saint Realm expert might not be able to surpass him in soul power.
"Soul Thorn".
Lin Yun changed his form. His soul power condensed into a hair-thin spike, which he precisely pierced a large tree in front of him. The tree remained unchanged, but a squirrel hiding in a tree hole suddenly stiffened and then collapsed softly to the ground—its soul had been pierced.
"Soul Impact".
Lin Yun changed form again. His soul power transformed into an invisible shockwave, spreading in all directions. Insects, birds, and squirrels within a radius of tens of meters all lost consciousness in the same instant, their bodies collapsing limply to the ground.
Lin Yun nodded in satisfaction.
He has already mastered the three basic forms of soul attacks—Soul Blade, Soul Spike, and Soul Impact. Although he is not yet proficient, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary enemies.
"Next comes the enslavement of souls."
Lin Yun's gaze turned serious.
Soul enslavement is one of the most terrifying methods in necromancy. Unlike the soul contracts that are forced upon an enemy after defeating them, it is like a soul attack, silently controlling a person's soul and turning them into the caster's slave.
A person enslaved by their soul appears no different from a normal person. They still have their own thoughts, memories, and emotions. But deep within their soul lies an unshakeable mark—absolute loyalty to their master.
This tactic strikes fear into the hearts of countless powerful individuals.
Lin Yun attempted to condense the power of soul enslavement. He shaped his soul power into a tiny mark according to the specific mysteries of the rules of death. The mark was only the size of a pinhead, emitting a ghostly blue light, like a miniature star.
"Go." Lin Yun branded a squirrel that had been stunned by the soul impact.
The brand was imprinted on the squirrel's head, silently merging into its soul. The squirrel's body shuddered violently, then it slowly awoke. It raised its head, looked at Lin Yun with its black eyes, then ran over, squatted at his feet, and rubbed its head against his trouser leg.
Lin Yun could sense that deep within the squirrel's soul, there was a mark that belonged to him. The squirrel was still the same squirrel, with its own instincts and habits, but in its perception, Lin Yun had become its only master.
"Success." Lin Yun's lips curled up slightly.
But he quickly calmed down. There were many limitations to soul enslavement. First, the enslaved person's soul power couldn't be too strong. If the other person's soul power was similar to or even stronger than his, the brand wouldn't be able to penetrate. Second, the success rate of soul enslavement wasn't 100%; if the other person's willpower was strong enough, they might be able to break free of the brand.
"Right now, I can only use it to bully people weaker than myself," Lin Yun said with a wry smile.
But he was not disappointed. Soul enslavement is a profound art that requires constant practice and understanding. As his understanding of the rules of death deepens, the limitations of soul enslavement will decrease.
"However, it's best to use soul enslavement sparingly," Lin Yun thought to himself.
In the world of Panlong, soul enslavement is considered a forbidden art. The Church of Light's pursuit of necromancers is largely due to the existence of soul enslavement. If someone is discovered using soul enslavement, it will inevitably lead to endless trouble.
"It can be used as a trump card in critical moments," Lin Yun decided.
He released the squirrel back into the forest, then sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and continued to contemplate the mysteries of the rules of death.
The advancements in the rules of death have elevated his strength in the Panlong world to a new level.
Three undead at the peak of the Saint Realm are enough to rival the power of a nation. Soul attacks and soul enslavement give him a deadly trump card when facing enemies of the same or even higher levels.
"However, the rules of death are not omnipotent," Lin Yun reminded himself.
The Law of Death is one of the four supreme laws, possessing immense power. However, it also has its limitations. While soul attacks are powerful, they can backfire if the enemy's soul power far surpasses one's own. Soul enslavement is terrifying, but if the enemy's willpower is strong enough, it is possible to break free.
"The Seven Elements Laws are the foundation, while the Death Rule is temporarily secondary," Lin Yun concluded.
He needs to delve deeper into the mysteries of the seven laws to ultimately become a god. The rule of death can serve as a means for him to achieve unexpected victories in battle.
Moonlight bathed his shoulders, and the seven elements of magic and the power of death intertwined around him, forming a strange balance.
Two worlds, two paths, both stretching forward.
Lin Yun opened his eyes, looked at the starry sky above, and smiled slightly.
"Peak of the Saint Realm, three undead at the peak of the Saint Realm, soul attack, soul enslavement."
His strength in the Panlong World has reached an unprecedented level. He is confident that he can even fight against those veteran peak Saint Realm experts.
"However, that's not enough." Lin Yun shook his head.
Above the Holy Realm is the God Realm, and above the God Realm is the Supreme God. His journey is still very long.
"Waiting for Luo Feng to grow, waiting for the inheritance of Meteorite Star, waiting for even more advanced secret techniques."
Before that, all he had to do was to continuously consolidate, accumulate, and become stronger.
Lin Yun closed his eyes again, his consciousness sinking into the ocean of laws.
Under the moonlight, his figure stood motionless, like a statue. Seven elements of magic flowed slowly around him, and the power of death lingered quietly in the depths of his soul.