Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 4002: The Former Soul Eater Emperor

At eighty percent power, the Great Dao World Ending Palm sent the frenzied Soul Eater flying back, pinning it against the wall of the Spirit Treasure Hall, unable to move. The World Ending Palm struck the hall with thunderous booms, making the entire immortal palace ring like a giant bell, echoing throughout the Myriad Spirits Pavilion.

In the past, such commotion would have awakened the entire pavilion, but now the place was empty no one and nothing remained.

As if in response to the battle in the Spirit Treasure Hall, sharp cries suddenly rang out from elsewhere. On the Myriad Spirits Pavilion’s sign, Old Road’s image appeared, his face shocked: “There’s still something alive in the Battle Spirit Hall this is bad!”

Lin Moyu knew nothing of this. He continued fighting the strange and powerful Soul Eater. He was sure this Soul Eater held great secrets he had refined many Soul Eaters before and dealt with Soul Eater Lords, but this was the first time he’d encountered one with intelligence.

How did a Soul Eater gain intelligence? And why was it in the Myriad Spirits Pavilion? This Soul Eater was extremely ancient; perhaps from it, Lin Moyu could learn some secrets about the pavilion or the world behind the gate.

Under the pressure of the World Ending Palm, the Soul Eater’s body gradually broke apart, the World Burning Fire burning relentlessly, trying to refine it. In Lin Moyu’s estimation, this Soul Eater’s strength was comparable to a Soul Eater King’s avatar refining it wouldn’t be easy. But it wasn’t impossible; it would just take time maybe not a few years, but a few decades or even a hundred years.

If it really took a hundred years, Lin Moyu would have to use countless origin arts, forcibly elevate his realm, and undergo many rebirths a daunting prospect, but he was used to hardship.

Now it was a contest of patience. Lin Moyu ignored the Soul Eater’s screams, his face expressionless as he continued to unleash the World Ending Palm.

No matter what form the Soul Eater took or how it tried to retaliate, or how it roared in fury, it was all useless. It could only watch as its body was gradually destroyed. And the more its body shattered, the more the pain from the World Burning Fire multiplied, wrapping every fragment in agony. This was the downside of intelligence and sensation an ordinary Soul Eater wouldn’t even know what pain was.

Lin Moyu said coldly, “I’ve killed many Soul Eaters, refined them, and used them to nourish my soul but those were all in the Soul Void. This is my first time refining one in the real world. Let’s see what I get from you. I have a feeling that absorbing you will benefit me greatly.”

His tone was icy, as if stating a fact, no longer mentioning the questions he’d wanted to ask. Since communication was impossible, he gave up on it.

The Soul Eater kept roaring, answering Lin Moyu only with rage.

Lin Moyu didn’t speak again, just kept striking, giving the Soul Eater no chance to resist.

After half a day, the Soul Eater’s body was even more shattered, the World Burning Fire wrapping every piece, the pain ever increasing. Finally, its roars weakened, as if realizing its cries were useless.

“What do you want to ask?” the Soul Eater finally said, transforming into Meng Anwen’s form drawing from Lin Moyu’s memory, knowing how important Meng Anwen was to him. Usually calm and composed, Meng Anwen’s face now twisted in agony, baring his teeth from the pain.

Lin Moyu knew the Soul Eater had begun to yield this was the advantage of intelligence: knowing when to compromise. That was why he’d kept the World Ending Palm’s power in check, never destroying it outright.

Lin Moyu asked, “How did you become intelligent?”

The Soul Eater shouted, “You should go ask that old bastard Wan Xuanling!”

Lin Moyu frowned. “Who is Wan Xuanling?”

The Soul Eater suddenly laughed wildly, as if hearing a great joke. “You’re in the Myriad Spirits Pavilion and don’t know who Wan Xuanling is?”

Lin Moyu’s eyes darkened, the World Burning Fire flaring hotter, making the Soul Eater’s pain spike and its face contort even more.

Lin Moyu said, “It’s normal not to know. Who is Wan Xuanling? Why do you have intelligence? Explain.”

The Soul Eater replied, “Wan Xuanling is the Battle Spirit Hall’s master. That guy caught me and forcibly fused me with a world spirit.”

This Soul Eater called itself “Emperor.” Lin Moyu caught the key point: “What was your identity before you were caught?”

The Soul Eater suddenly shouted angrily, “I was the Soul Eater Emperor of this world the great ruler, the supreme being…”

It roared on, as if declaring its status.

Lin Moyu sneered, “You didn’t have intelligence before just a mindless beast acting on instinct. What status could you possibly have?”

This stunned the former Soul Eater Emperor. Lin Moyu was right without intelligence, there’s only strength, no status.

Lin Moyu continued, “Wan Xuanling fused you with a world spirit, giving you intelligence. Then what? Where did he go?”

The Soul Eater Emperor’s mood shifted dramatically, letting out a low, suppressed laugh. “He was eaten by me.”

Lin Moyu asked, “He was stronger than you, so how did you eat him?”

The Soul Eater Emperor replied, “I admit he was a bit stronger than me, but not by much. He was badly injured, so it was only natural I ate him.”

Lin Moyu thought of that unknown war if Wan Xuanling was badly wounded in battle and then eaten by the Soul Eater, it was possible. But something didn’t add up. Even a Soul Eater King’s avatar was terrifying, let alone the Soul Eater Emperor. Given its current strength, it shouldn’t have been able to devour Wan Xuanling. Even mortally wounded, Wan Xuanling could have destroyed it with a thought.

Clearly, more happened afterward.

Lin Moyu pressed, “You were once the Soul Eater Emperor and managed to eat Wan Xuanling so why are you so weak now?”

This seemed to hit a nerve. The Soul Eater Emperor howled in madness, “It’s all that Wan Xuanling’s fault! He had a backup plan he self destructed and detonated the world spirit fused with me!”

He ranted and raved, spilling a torrent of words. Lin Moyu didn’t interrupt, using the World Ending Palm to control him and listening to the outburst, gradually piecing together what had happened back then.

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