Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 639: True Peak And Fake Peak

Throughout his growth, Lin Moyu had come into contact with things far beyond the reach of ordinary class users. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After completing the great examination, he drew the attention of Bai Yiyuan. From that moment on, everything he encountered was of a high caliber.

As his level rose, the information available to him grew ever deeper and more intricate, with mysteries layered upon mysteries.

Often, just as one answer revealed itself, several new enigmas followed in its wake.

By now, the matters Lin Moyu dealt with had long surpassed the comprehension of Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen.

In the entire world, he alone could converse with Antares as an equal.

He alone was qualified to enter the Dragon King Palace.

No one else had seen the Elemental Dragons or the Dragon God.

And he alone had obtained two Primordial Runes, kept them intact, and gained two Primordial Skills.

Lin Moyu understood that his path was unlike anyone else’s.

He was destined to unravel countless mysteries, uncover the true nature of this world, and discover what had transpired in the previous age, and why.

He sensed that these changes were not natural. There had to be deeper forces at work.

Antares had once let slip a few words.

Though fragmented, they offered Lin Moyu crucial clues.

After that, both sides tacitly avoided the subject, yet Lin Moyu became increasingly certain. Something was deeply wrong with this world.

Now, standing atop the Kunlun Mountain’s main peak, Lin Moyu was 99% certain: the peak within the dungeon was the true Kunlun Mountain, the one steeped in legend.

The main peak outside the dungeon was a fake.

“To swap two mountain peaks is not something an ordinary God could accomplish.”

“But why do it?”

As he advanced, he pondered the question.

Monsters surged down from the mountain and both flanks, yet the undead army responded instantly, slaughtering them without mercy.

Most of the dungeon’s monsters were between level 75 and level 77, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Suddenly, Lin Moyu lifted his gaze toward the palace at the summit, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He had realized something.

To confirm his suspicion, his soul force surged toward the palace.

But just as it neared the structure, a formation abruptly manifested, blocking it completely.

Lin Moyu clenched his fists, excitement flickering across his face, “That’s right. This is it.”

The formation that repelled his soul force shared the same origin as the formation outside the dungeon—the one that absorbed life force.

It was unmistakably the work of the same individual.

The mystery unraveled, and everything fell into place.

“They placed a fake peak outside and embedded a formation within it to siphon life force at an extremely slow rate.”

“By using the Kunlun Mountain’s perpetual snowstorms and the divine palace’s pressure trial, they made it nearly impossible to detect.”

“Even an ordinary level 90 powerhouse wouldn’t notice unless they examined it carefully.”

“All of that absorbed life force is redirected into the dungeon, into the true Kunlun Divine Palace.”

“What seems insignificant becomes staggering when accumulated over countless years.”

“If I’m not mistaken, there’s a powerful God sleeping here.”

When a God suffered severe injuries, they often chose to slumber, relying on the passage of time to recover.

This God, however, had taken extra precautions—sleeping while simultaneously drawing life force from innumerable living beings.

Such a method would drastically shorten the duration of their recovery.

Lin Moyu felt increasingly confident in his deduction.

Still, no matter how sound his reasoning, a guess remained a guess. If possible, he had to enter the divine palace and see the truth with his own eyes.

As for how to enter, there were only two options: force his way in or go through the dungeon.

Since the creator had constructed this place as a trial-type dungeon, Lin Moyu believed a passage must exist.

Suddenly, the path ahead brightened. A light sphere, resembling a miniature sun, appeared above.

Its radiance pierced the snowstorm, scattering dazzling beams in every direction.

Tiny rainbows appeared in the air like multicolored halos, breathtakingly beautiful.

If all of this had been crafted by that God, then their aesthetic sense was nothing short of extraordinary.

Lin Moyu fixed his gaze on the sun-like sphere. It shone brilliantly, yet emitted no heat.

The sphere was merely a façade.

At its core lay a formation, one that gathered vast quantities of the light element and released blinding brilliance.

The sphere suddenly flickered. The snowflakes began to shimmer.

Infused with dense light element, the snowflakes rapidly transformed into fist-sized snowmen.

Each wielded a tiny sword of light and lunged toward Lin Moyu.

Despite their small size, their power was undeniable. Through his soul perception, Lin Moyu sensed that every snowman was level 77.

The Detection spell flew out.

[Light Snowman]

[Level: 77]

[Strength: 300,000]

[Agility: 250,000]

[Spirit: 250,000]

[Physique: 200,000]

[Skill: Light Elemental Attack]

[Trait: Rebirth]

With total attributes barely reaching 1 million, they were weaker than monsters found in hell rank dungeons of the same level.

In a dungeon of the Kunlun Divine Palace’s caliber, such low attributes were abnormal.

Lin Moyu remained cautious. His attention was fixed on the Light Snowmen’s trait.

“Rebirth… How exactly does that work?”

The undead army surged forward.

Even the smallest Skeletal Great Mages stood over two meters tall, while the Headless Knights—mounts included—towered past five meters.

By contrast, the Light Snowmen were no larger than fists, pitifully tiny.

The Skeletal Great Mages attacked first. Once a target was locked, size was irrelevant.

Elemental forces roared as the surrounding elements plunged into chaos.

Explosions ripped through the battlefield, blasting the Light Snowmen into fragments.

Yet in the next instant, the fragments turned into snowmen.

Each reborn snowman was smaller, its aura weaker—but their numbers multiplied explosively.

One snowman shattered into seven or eight pieces became seven or eight smaller snowmen, charging again.

To Lin Moyu, their weapons were no bigger than embroidery needles.

Still, strength could never be judged by size alone.

The snowmen were blown apart again and again, only to be reborn in ever smaller forms.

Their individual power declined, but their numbers surged.

It didn’t matter.

The Skeletal Great Mages’ attacks were wide-area explosions, each covering a vast radius.

Under the relentless bombardment, the tiny snowmen couldn’t even approach.

“So this is Rebirth?” Lin Moyu observed, faintly amused.

No matter how many times they revived, there was a limit—either to the number of rebirths or to how much power they lost each time.

Sure enough, after being killed ten times in succession, the snowmen—now no larger than fingers—collapsed completely, unable to revive again.

Just as Lin Moyu expected.

At that moment, the light sphere hanging in the sky flickered, releasing an even more dazzling radiance.

Vast swaths of snowflakes transformed once more into Light Snowmen, surging forward with renewed aggression.

This was the second stage of the late stage dungeon.

After clearing the first stage of the four elemental fortresses, challengers had to face this trial.

Most parties failed here and were forced to retreat.

Snowflakes filled the sky, countless beyond measure.

Accordingly, the Light Snowmen born from them were endless.

The second wave outnumbered the first by several times.

The Skeletal Great Mages continued their bombardment with fervor, but Lin Moyu’s gaze was fixed on the glowing sphere above.

That was the source.

As long as the sphere remained, the Light Snowmen would never end.

The sphere was a formation—either it had to be unraveled or destroyed with overwhelming force.

Lin Moyu issued his command, and the Headless Knights charged.

Activating their Charge skill, they surged forward like a raging river.

The light sphere hovered more than a thousand meters above the ground. Though it appeared small from afar, it was massive up close.

Just as the Headless Knights were about to reach it, dense runes flared across the sphere.

The formation activated, and a rune-covered protective shield enveloped it.

The Headless Knights slammed into the shield and were hurled backward.

Tens of thousands of Headless Knights pressed forward in waves, attacking relentlessly.

The shield warped and trembled. Under the Headless Knights’ ferocious assault, it held for two minutes before finally shattering.

They reached the sphere, only for the formation within to activate once more.

Countless swords of light burst from the sphere, turning it into a luminous hedgehog and blasting the approaching Headless Knights away.

Undeterred, the Headless Knights hacked at the light swords with full force, severing them one by one.

Both layers of defense fell in quick succession.

Surrounding the exposed sphere, the Headless Knights smashed it without mercy.

Bone swords rang against it with metallic clangs as the formation runes flickered wildly.

Then the light sphere exploded.

In that instant, every Light Snowman vanished.

The second stage of the dungeon: cleared.