Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 625: Righteous God’s Secret Realm Is Actually An Imitation

Half a day later, a light rose from the entrance of the secret realm.

Tang Sheng walked out, his eyes clouded with confusion.

This was normal. Lin Moyu knew that everyone who exited the secret realm was like this.

They would forget nearly everything that happened inside, retaining only scattered fragments.

From those fragments, nothing useful could be deduced.

Moreover, very few were even qualified to enter the Primordial Space.

Over all these years, almost no meaningful information about it had ever been gathered.

Aside from knowing that the secret realm was excruciatingly difficult, there was nothing else.

After a few seconds of confusion, Tang Sheng’s eyes glimmered, and he murmured, “I’m out!”

Lin Moyu asked, “How did it go, Senior Tang?”

Tang Sheng looked down at the back of his hand; the rune there had vanished.

He gave a wry smile, “I failed.”

This result was no surprise. Successes throughout the years were extremely rare.

Seeing that some confusion still lingered in Tang Sheng’s gaze, Lin Moyu refrained from asking what had happened inside.

He knew he wouldn’t get much anyway.

If Tang Sheng remembered anything important, he would speak of it himself.

Tang Sheng patted his head, and a sharp aura burst forth from him once again, turning him into a sharp sword once more.

Lin Moyu understood; forgetting the experience inside the secret realm might not be a bad thing.

Not everyone could face the memory of their own failure.

Remembering only the result brought disappointment at worst.

But remembering the entire process, replaying that failure endlessly in one’s mind, might hinder one’s future path.

Tang Sheng’s aura continued to climb. His sword-like presence grew sharper, already surpassing the state he was in before entering.

“Although I failed and lost the Primordial Rune, I still gained a lot.”

“I can feel that I’ve grown stronger. My chances of breaking through to God-level are higher now.”

Tang Sheng truly had benefited. Lin Moyu could clearly sense that his soul had strengthened.

For one seeking God-level, the soul was everything.

One could do without a skill, one could level up slowly—only the soul’s growth truly mattered.

With his own God-level soul, Lin Moyu could judge Tang Sheng’s soul rank clearly.

Before, Tang Sheng had been level 86, but his soul rank had lagged behind, not even reaching level 85.

Most class users were the same. Their soul rank could not keep up with their level.

This was why becoming a true God-level expert was so difficult. And why so many fake God-level experts existed.

They might reach level 90, but with a deficient soul rank, they could never become true God-level experts in their lifetime.

Now, after visiting the Primordial Space, Tang Sheng’s soul rank had risen to level 86, matching his actual level.

His chances of attaining God-level had increased dramatically, at least to 50%.

From Tang Sheng’s transformation, Lin Moyu deduced the Primordial Space’s hidden benefit: it raised one’s soul rank

Following that line of thought, he concluded that the trials inside must be soul-related.

This wasn’t idle speculation, but the result of analysis built upon his experiences over the past two years and the realm he had now attained.

“I wish you success in stepping into God-level, Senior.” Lin Moyu said.

Tang Sheng laughed heartily, “Good, good. You’re welcome to visit the Tang Family anytime. I’ll make sure you’re treated well!”

Tang Sheng was never one to linger. After a few more words, he took out a Teleport Talisman and returned to Shenxia City.

He had been training away from home for years. This was his first time returning.

Who knew what his reaction would be once he learned Lin Moyu’s identity.

Many people devoted themselves to training, and Tang Sheng was far from the only one.

Lin Moyu looked toward the entrance of the secret realm and took a deep breath, “It’s my turn.”

The scene shifted, and a light, elegant fragrance drifted into his nose.

It wasn’t floral scent, yet surpassed any flower.

It was more like the scent of vegetation, an aroma that cleared the mind, sharpened the senses, and brought sudden clarity.

Lin Moyu felt his thoughts grow sharper, his soul more nimble and lively.

“What an extraordinary fragrance.”

He quickly realized it was no ordinary scent. It genuinely enhanced mental clarity.

As his vision stabilized, he saw a warm sun hanging in the sky.

Its gentle radiance bathed him, comforting and soothing.

It felt as though every pore opened, fatigue washed away, and his body rose to its peak condition.

The extraordinary fragrance and warm sunlight allowed everyone entering the secret realm to reach their peak state.

These two qualities alone gave Lin Moyu a favorable impression.

Next, he noticed birds singing, flowers blooming, a mountain rosing against the sky in the distance, and clear water flowing nearby.

Green grass and wildflowers carpeted the ground, scattered trees dotted the landscape, and verdant growth covered the mountain.

A small path stretched ahead, with an ancient pavilion along the way, and small houses at the foot of the mountain.

The scene felt strangely familiar.

“Righteous God’s soul secret realm.”

Lin Moyu had seen an almost identical secret realm, the one Jiang Yi had constructed using his soul.

“No, not completely the same. There are differences.”

“Righteous God’s secret realm only resembles it in form, not in spirit.”

“It lacks the pavilion, the extraordinary fragrance, the warm sun.”

“It seems Righteous God must have entered the Primordial Space, leaving some memories intact. He must have remembered certain scenes.”

“But why did he claim it was the appearance of his childhood hometown?”

Lin Moyu couldn’t make sense of that for now.

“I wonder what the trials will be.”

After walking along the path for some time, he reached the pavilion.

“If my guess is right, this pavilion shouldbe the first trial.”

All fo a sudden, a boundless, ancient aura surged over him. One glance made his heart tremble.

The small pavilion seemed to expand infinitely, towering within the starry sky like a giant holding the stars within its grasp.

Not even Gods could damage it, and yet it bore worn scars, marks of savage battle.

These were remnants of an ancient war.

Lin Moyu stared in awe for a long moment before stepping inside.

The pavilion carried the essence of Shenxia. Or rather, Shenxia had inherited its style, like a culture passed down through the ages.

It belonged neither to this age nor the last.

The Primordial Space was ancient beyond reckoning.

If Lin Moyu were to describe it, he would say that many features of ancient Huaxia [1] could be seen in the pavilion’s design.

After stepping inside, he examined the four wooden pillars, but found nothing carved upon them.

There were no seats or tables either, which was unusual.

At the center of the floor, Lin Moyu finally spotted a handprint.

“This should be it.”

He placed his palm upon it. A suction force surged out, pulling his soul force uncontrollably into the imprint.

The pavilion lit up at once.

A strand of law silently threaded into Lin Moyu’s body and entered his soul world.

It was so subtle as to be nearly imperceptible—any other class user would have missed it entirely.

But Lin Moyu sensed it clearly, and then saw it with his soul as well.

The strand of law drifted toward his soul, neither good nor evil, neither beneficial nor harmful.

Lin Moyu’s soul was incomparably pure, and naturally would not allow an external force to enter.

The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal coiled uoon his soul let out a roar and lunged forward, swallowing the strand to of law in one gulp.

It chewed a few times, then spat the law back out as a spray of purified soul force.

The soul force sank into Lin Moyu’s soul.

He felt a slight rise in his soul rank.

Because he was already at the God-level, the improvement was faint.

But for someone of lower rank, it might have raised their soul by half a level, or even a full level.

“It seems this law is the mechanism behind the memory erasure.”

“The law wipes away the memories of the secret realm, and the soul force becomes the reward for entering.”

“A fair trade. Regardless of the trial result, everyone receives a decent reward.”

“If they pass the trials, their memories remain intact and can be taken out.”

“Yet the few who passed never spoke of what happened inside… how strange.”

Enhancing the soul was notoriously difficult, so a reward like this was exceptional.

Most people would fail to retain the Primordial Rune, so trading it for an increase in soul rank was not a bad deal.

But Lin Moyu was not satisfied withthis. He intended to keep the Primordial Runes, at least one of them.

Feeling the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal resting upon his soul, he was once again struck by its extraordinary nature.

It not only shielded him from soul attacks but could even resist laws themselves.

With it, his soul’s safety was greatly improved.

And he suspected its abilities extended far beyond this.

After all, it was the supreme treasure of the Dragon race, far more formidable than he had imagined.

Lin Moyu was already certain that, barring any unforeseen accidents, his memories of the secret realm would remain untouched—even if he failed the trial.

[1] - Huaxia is a historical concept representing the Chinese nation