Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 644: This Time, It’s Not For EXP, But For Equipment

Within the flowerbed, Kunlun Snow Grass grew in staggering numbers—no fewer than 10,000 stalks.

Each one brimmed with vibrant vitality, and within that vitality lingered a familiar aura.

This vitality originated from life force itself. It was drawn in by the formation outside the dungeon, harvested from the countless human class users who had ventured into the Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun Great God pointed casually. A formation immediately manifested beyond the flowerbed.

Wisps of life force drifted in from the void, flowing into the formation where they were refined by the power of law.

Impurities were stripped away, leaving behind pure essence, which was then poured into the flowerbed to nourish the Kunlun Snow Grass.

“So this is where the life force goes.” Lin Moyu murmured.

He finally realized that his earlier assumption had been wrong.

The life force absorbed by the formation was not being taken by Kunlun Great God.

Instead, it was used as nourishment for the Kunlun Snow Grass.

Kunlun Great God said, “You thought I was the one absorbing it, didn’t you?”

Lin Moyu nodded honestly, “Yes. Based on the scale, I assumed there was a God in slumber.”

“You weren’t wrong.” Kunlun Great God replied with a soft chuckle, “My true body is sleeping, and it has been so for a very long time. Even I don’t know when I’ll awaken.”

“This life force is of little use to me.”

“And what you see here is only the tip of the iceberg. It’s not just the formation in the Kunlun Mountain main peak outside. Countless formations are spread throughout the entire Kunlun Mountain.”

“They draw life force not only from class users, but from all living beings—animals, plants, everything.”

“Of course, the amount is minimal. It causes no harm.”

Lin Moyu understood immediately.

Even without the formations, such excess life force would eventually dissipate on its own. The formations merely collected it and repurposed it to cultivate the Kunlun Snow Grass.

Inside the flowerbed, the stalks varied in size and height.

One stood out above the rest—thick, vigorous, and towering more than three times higher than the others.

It was the king of the Kunlun Snow Grass.

“Is Kunlun Snow Grass useful to you?” Lin Moyu asked.

Kunlun Great God shook his head, “No. It was never meant for us.”

The implication was clear. If it wasn’t for the Gods, then it was meant for humanity.

Yet among humans, no one had ever been known to obtain Kunlun Snow Grass. Lin Moyu was the first.

“These were extremely useful in the past.” Kunlun Great God said slowly, “And perhaps they’ll be useful again in the future. But I hope the day never comes.”

He gestured toward the towering stalk, “This Kunlun Snow Grass King is the reward I’m offering you.”

“If you can retrieve my wife’s godhead, I will give it to you in exchange.”

Lin Moyu asked, “What does the Kunlun Snow Grass King do?”

He refrained from using Detection—partly out of respect, and partly because the formation surrounding the flowerbed might block it anyway.

Kunlun Great God replied, “If one day you seek to break through to half-step Transcendent God-level, it will be of immense value.”

“Additionally, it has another function. I’ll tell you once you bring back the godhead.”

After a brief pause, Lin Moyu made his decision, “Okay.”

In the end, he agreed to Kunlun Great God’s request. Though framed as a request, it was clearly a transaction.

What surprised Lin Moyu was Kunlun Great God’s demeanor—polite, even humble, as though he were asking for a favor.

Given his status, far above Lin Moyu’s, such an attitude was unnecessary.

After Lin Moyu left the dungeon, the Kunlun Divine Palace slowly faded back into the swirling snow.

Amid the howling snowfall, Kunlun Great God stood alone in his garden and murmured softly, “After all these years… I’ve finally found one.”

“I hope he succeeds… Yin, I miss you so much.”

His voice was soon swallowed by the snowfall, vanishing without a trace.

…

Outside the dungeon, not a single soul could be seen. Aside from the roaring wind, the world was deathly silent.

The Kunlun Divine Palace was classified as a high-level dungeon, located at what most believed to be the summit of Kunlun Mountain main peak.

But Lin Moyu knew better.

The true summit lay within the dungeon itself, another 1,000 meters higher.

That was where the Kunlun Divine Palace truly resided.

Moreover, one could imagine that the Kunlun Divine Palace in ancient times was not on the ground, but floating in the air.

It was only because Kunlun Great God fell into slumber that it descended.

Recalling the sensation of entering the Kunlun Divine Palace, Lin Moyu realized that the structure itself was an unimaginably powerful weapon.

He had been bold to enter it. Had Kunlun Great God harbored any ill intent, the consequences would have been serious.

Lin Moyu did not head straight for the Immemorial Battlefield. There was no urgency.

He had set no deadline with Kunlun Great God. After waiting so many years, a little more time meant nothing.

Instead, he planned to do dungeon grinding first. Though the EXP gains were minimal, the equipment drops were abundant.

While useless to him, these items were priceless to the human race.

Both Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan both came from the military, and together they controlled more than half of the Shenxia Empire’s military.

With so many troops—and so many peak-level class users—under their command, the demand for quasi-legendary-grade equipment was enormous.

There was also the Kunlun set. Lin Moyu intended to obtain complete sets for Meng Anwen and the others.

If anyone in the world had the best chance of assembling a full Kunlun set of a single attribute, he knew it would be him.

After resetting the cooldown, Lin Moyu teleported back into the dungeon.

The moment he entered, a violent assault erupted.

The dungeon’s rules remained the same.

Four elemental fortresses, along with hordes of level 75-plus monsters, launched a frenzied attack on the intruder.

This is the first wave. If one failed to withstand it, then there was no need to continue.

Numerous class users had perished at this stage.

This wasn’t a game; death here was final.

Their bodies remained in the dungeon forever.

Deaths in dungeons occurred daily in the Human World, but places as brutal as the high stage Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon were exceedingly rare.

Rewards always came at a price.

While class users hunted EXP and equipment, dungeons were simultaneously culling the unqualified.

Statistics showed a clear trend: the higher the dungeon’s level, the greater the mortality rate.

Low-level dungeons, by contrast, were relatively safe.

Amid the relentless barrage, Lin Moyu summoned his undead army.

The undead troops swept through the surrounding monsters, shattered the shields protecting the four elemental fortresses, and slaughtered the commanders within.

In the second phase, when the formation light sphere appeared, Lin Moyu didn’t even give it a chance to summon the Light Snowmen.

He called forth the Skeletal King and ended it with a single strike.

He opened the four platforms and entered the third phase.

Lin Moyu was accustomed to fighting far above his level. Before reaching level 70, he had already confronted God-level experts.

A dungeon on par with his current level posed no challenge at all.

Leaving the undead army to clean up, Lin Moyu walked alone along the mountain path to the end of the third phase.

This time, without the formation’s interference, the end of the third phase truly marked the end of the dungeon.

He pressed his hand against an invisible wall and felt the presence of law force.

Looking up, he saw nothing but emptiness, no Kunlun Divine Palace in sight.

This was the dungeon’s normal state, the version most class users encountered.

Amid roaring elements, the Kunlun Eagle descended from the sky.

It was met head-on by the Skeletal King’s massive bone sword.

From beginning to end, Lin Moyu never needed to lift a finger. His undead army and the Skeletal King cleared the dungeon with effortless efficiency.

When the Kunlun Eagle fell, the dungeon exit appeared. Lin Moyu passed through without hesitation.

The next second, he was back inside the dungeon.

Again and again, Lin Moyu farmed the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon.

Each run took less than half an hour.

Since the dungeon’s first appearance, no one had ever cleared it in this manner.

Every run yielded dozens of quasi-legendary-grade items, along with four pieces of the Kunlun set.

Anyone else would have been shouting in excitement, convinced they had struck gold.

Lin Moyu, however, felt nothing. He simply repeated the process.

Inside his storage space, equipment piled up at an alarming rate.

In just half a day, he cleared the dungeon 20 times, collecting more than 800 pieces of quasi-legendary-grade equipment.

He began to feel uneasy. If this continued, would the dungeon eventually be emptied?

Equipment couldn’t appear out of thin air; it had to come from somewhere.

Across the world, every major dungeon continuously produced equipment.

So where did it all originate?

Lin Moyu was baffled.

He had once asked Antares, who replied only, “You aren’t qualified to know.”

Antares clearly knew the truth but refused to reveal it.

As for the old man suspected to be Laozi, Lin Moyu didn’t even dare ask.

Another immense mystery had surfaced, one he would have to uncover on his own in the future.