Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 626: Ancient Secret

Lin Moyu withdrew his hand and stood within the pavilion, quietly watching the changes unfold.

Light rippled across the structure; standing inside, it felt as though one could faintly hear the roars of dragons and tigers, even the clash of weapons, the echoes of ancient battles.

The Primordial Space was not dangerous. No one had ever suffered an accident within this secret realm, so Lin Moyu felt no fear.

Instead, curiosity stirred within him. What was the Primordial Space hiding, using the power of laws to prevent outsiders from glimpsing its secrets?

Was it something that could not be revealed, or something mortals were unworthy of knowing?

Either possibility was plausible. Only by experiencing it personally could he learn the truth.

Now, Lin Moyu waited. He waited for the answer to reveal itself.

The surrounding light grew brighter and brighter. When Lin Moyu opened his eyes, the pavilion had vanished. He now floated in the vast starry sky.

Across the vast expanse, countless stars and worlds flashed before him.

Innumerable powerhouses, each terrifying beyond measure, appeared across the heavens.

Though they were only illusory projections, Lin Moyu understood that he was merely an observer.

Yet he could clearly sense that if these beings truly wished to kill him, they wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. A single glance could kill him hundreds of times over.

His undead army, his life-saving skills, even his resurrection skills, none of it mattered here.

But the scene grew even stranger: tens of millions of these powerhouses stood united, tense, as though waiting for something.

Until a figure emerged from the depths of the starry sky.

At once, the unparalleled powerhouses grew anxious, killing intent surging like a tidal wave.

“An ambush.”

“So many unparalleled powerhouses joining forces… they’re waiting to ambush him.”

“Who is that man? How strong must he be to make even them nervous?”

The distant figure approached rapidly.

Lin Moyu saw an elderly man in green robes. His features were blurred, but he was unmistakably old.

Dressed in simple green garments, long hair flowing freely, he rode a green ox across the star-strewn void.

“The Dao, in its natural course, does nothing—yet nothing remains undone.”

“The highest virtue is like water; it benefits all things without striving.”

“The Dao produced One; One produced Two; Two produced Three; Three produced all things.”

The moment Lin Moyu saw the old man, scripture echoed in his ears.

The rider on the green ox appeared to move slowly, yet crossed the void in an instant.

Where he passed, invincible powerhouses died without a sound—some reduced to ash, others shattered like broken stars. None survived.

Those who tried to flee found themselves trapped as if sinking into a quagmire.

In a single breath, thousands of unparalleled beings perished.

The old man did not spare them a glance.

Boundless purple qi surged from him, spreading without end before vanishing into the depths of the starry sky.

In his wake, the blood of slaughtered powerhouses formed a vast river of stars, immense and thick with killing intent.

Lin Moyu stood frozen, shocked beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Another person might have had their mind collapse.

His terror came not only from the scene before him, but from the scripture he heard.

“This is… the Dao De Jing.”

“Why am I hearing the Dao De Jing here?”

When he had first obtained a Primordial Rune and saw the 兵 character, recognizing its resemblance to ancient Huaxia script, he had already been deeply shaken.

Now, in the Primordial Space, he was hearing the Dao De Jing.

This made him even more convinced that this place was connected to ancient Huaxia.

“Huaxia, Shenxia, Divine Dragon, ancient characters…”

“Purple qi across the heavens, the Dao De Jing…”

“According to legend, when Laozi traveled west and passed through Hangu Pass, purple qi spread across 3,000 kilometers.”

“An old man riding a green ox, chanting the Dao De Jing, purple qi billowing around him… could this invincible old man actually be Laozi himself?”

Questions sprouted endlessly in Lin Moyu’s mind.

His head buzzed. He had never imagined he would witness such a scene.

He didn’t doubt the authenticity of the scene for even a moment. Instinct told him it was real.

Just as confusion overwhelmed him, the vision vanished.

In the vast starry sky, two colossal characters emerged. Each one resembled a star field, occupying a vast stretch of space.

Planets and stars were like grains of dust before them.

The two characters glowed brilliantly, turning slowly in the starry sky.

They were the Primordial Runes he possessed—the 兵 character and the 者 character.

Though their forms differed from the versions he had learned, he recognized them instantly.

It was like how someone from Huaxia might not know how to write traditional characters, yet could still recognize them at a glance.

This was the inheritance of cultural lineage.

The shining characters pulsed before him, releasing an ancient and immeasurable aura.

“They’re even older than Huaxia’s script…”

“These characters contain vast law, far stronger than anything I’ve ever seen.”

When Lin Moyu silently pronounced the characters, the starry sky quaked.

A faint warmth spread across the backs of his hands as the Primordial Runes engraved there lit up, resonating with the characters before him.

A moment later, the two ancient characters collapsed, dissolving into countless motes of light that surged into his body.

The light particles seeped into every corner of hiw body, even penetrating his soul.

This time, the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal remained still, allowing the light particles to pass.

That meant they posed no threat, no harm to his soul.

Suddenly, Lin Moyu’s vision shifted.

A deafening roar of slaughter filled his ears, and a nauseating stench of blood surged toward him.

Lin Moyu had always been decisive in killing. Throughout his leveling journey, he had slain countless foes—monsters and enemies alike.

He had climbed mountains of corpses, especially those of the Dragonkind, whom he had cut down in droves.

He had experienced every kind of situation and had long grown accustomed to the smell of blood.

Even so, he had never encountered anything like this—an overwhelming, suffocating stench of blood so intense that even someone as tempered as he felt his stomach churn.

A drop of blood suddenly fell from the sky and struck his head.

His vision flashed red, red tinged with purple.

The bloody smell thickened, invading his nostrils with unbearable force, and he nearly vomited on the spot.

Lin Moyu immediately sealed his sense of smell and wiped the blood from his eyes.

But even with his senses blocked, the stench still seeped in, permeating everything.

This smell was impossible to avoid or dispel; it acted directly on the soul.

He could only endure it.

The blood on his face was thick and viscous, its crimson streaked with purple.

In his palm, it re-coalesced into a sphere, as if it possessed a life of its own.

It pulsed with immense energy, glowing so brightly that he couldn’t look at it directly.

“This is the blood of a powerhouse… blood that contains law.”

Lin Moyu could feel law aura within it.

Only beings who had fully integrated laws into their bodies could possess such blood.

The Poison God’s Blood Essence had contained only a trace of law.

Yet the law aura in this single drop before him was overwhelmingly stronger, far surpassing the Poison God by countless times.

That alone revealed how terrifying the owner of this blood was.

Lin Moyu looked upward. The blood had fallen from the sky.

The sky was pitch-black, not necause night had fallen, but because it was covered by some kind of creature.

the creature was unimaginably enormous, so large that Lin Moyu couldn’t even estimate its length, truly capable of blotting out the heavens.

It seemed to be locked in battle, the force it unleashed capable of shattering worlds.

Everything felt far too real.

Lin Moyu realized he no longer felt like a mere observer, but as if he had actually become part of the scene.

The being in the sky was on a completely different level from him. Even if he used every ounce of his strength, he would not be able to take part in a battle like that.

Just a single ripple of energy from the clash above could kill him instantly.

Thankfully, an invisible barrier separated him from the being, shielding him from the aftermath.

Lin Moyu steadied himself and looked around.

He knew the Primordial Space posed no true danger; this seemingly real battle had to be a trial.

Scanning the surroundings, he quickly spotted enemies surging toward him.

Their auras were stronger than his, but only slightly.

They came from all directions, countless in number, while he stood alone.

Even so, Lin Moyu remained calm. He had faced such odds before.

Instinctively, he tried to summon his undead army, but nothing happened.

The summon space still existed, his skills were intact, yet none of them responded.

It was as if some mysterious force had sealed everything. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Then he saw it clearly: the light particles in his soul were suppressing his skills.

Without the undead army, without any of his skills, how was he supposed to fight?

“A death trap?” He wondered, a brief tension flickering through him.

But only briefly. The Primordial Space never set trials without a path forward.

“If my skills are sealed… then that leaves only you two.”

His gaze fell to the backs of his hands—the 兵 rune of Enhance Troops and the 者 rune of Focus Power.

At least those still functioned.

The solution had been there all along.