The night was serene.

The cold moonlight sprinkled onto the turbid waters of the Yellow River, also falling on the deserted Yellow River Beach.

A dark pit abruptly appeared on the Yellow River Beach.

The pit was almost five meters deep.

Zhang Yiming, with a stern face, continued to dig up the soil inside the pit.

Next to him, besides the yellow clay, there was also some darker soil.

This kind of soil looked very hard, unlike naturally formed.

It was more like earth walls built by an Earth Ability User.

The only difference was that the soil at the bottom of the pit had no superpower energy from a Superpower User.

This kind of soil layer is uncommon, but it exists in other places too.

People before the apocalypse naturally believed this to be a natural phenomenon, but in actuality, it might be traces left by ancient people thousands of years ago.

However, as time passed, the energy within the soil layer dissipated, leaving no evidence that the ancient gods had ever existed.

This is the Yellow River Beach, and the soil deep underground, no one would foolishly dig the silt near the Yellow River, compounded by the various monsters under the Yellow River, Superpower Users couldn’t openly release Earth Ability here, or put it underwater of the Yellow River.

This layer of soil covers a wide area, sprawling endlessly, almost following this stretch of the river.

Soil layers akin to those created by an Earth Ability User shouldn’t have appeared here.

Nowadays, there isn’t such a powerful Earth Ability User, nor has anyone undertaken such large-scale, pointless work near the Yellow River, wasting superpowers.

These darker soils are not a complete block of earth wall, and there is no superpower energy on them.

Yet, this kind of soil texture can only be released by a Superpower User.

Zhang Yiming picked up a piece of newly dug soil, and his slender fingers rubbed it back and forth.

Without much effort, the soil crumbled like sand and fell to the ground.

It was as if, with the passage of time, nothing remained.

Zhang Yiming finally stopped digging further, he had already seen the answers he wanted to know.

His eyes were filled with disappointment.

Looking up at the sky, he didn’t know when night had fallen, and he could only see a few stars through the narrow opening above.

Beneath him was a thick layer of special soil.

These soils were also beneath the turbid waters of the Yellow River.

The reason why the blood of zombies could be purified by the turbid waters of the Yellow River was precisely because of these strange soils.

The earth walls released by an Earth Ability User had no purifying effect, but it couldn’t be ruled out that the soil layer released by a mutant Earth Ability User could purify the black blood.

He originally thought these soils could help zombies turn into humans, but it was ultimately his wishful thinking.

Even if it originally could, now it can’t, there’s no superpower energy on it, it can only barely purify the blood.

Zhang Yiming’s gaze felt piercing as he looked up at the stars, seeming to see scenes where ancient mighty gods and deities filled the sky.

The Yellow River flooded disastrously, and the people suffered immensely.

Yu the Great passed by his home without entering and finally succeeded in managing the waters.

His method was not to block but to divert the river. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In that era, where could there have been so much manpower to manage the flooding river, and it couldn’t have depended on hands to quickly dig a channel where the heart desired.

What Yu the Great possessed was probably the same Earth Ability as today’s Superpower Users.

He forcibly changed the river’s path using his superpower, forming what is now the river’s direction.

As time progressed, the upper soil flowed downwards, and the soil layer belonging to the Earth Ability User was completely covered up.

The upper layer formed into a thick layer of silt.

The soil layer beneath the silt gradually lost its superpower energy over time, and some have completely turned into ordinary soil.

And the various mutant animals below the Yellow River, their presence seems not solely due to this energy tide now making them so massive.

Maybe they were once trapped underwater by the soil layer, so the worry of a Flood Dragon turning over causing floods was nullified.

Now, the energy of the soil layer has been exhausted, and as the energy tide strikes again, the creatures in the river have become even more formidable than recorded!

Besides these, the Yellow River water seems to have some other special magic power, attracting some zombies to it.

However, this special magic power isn’t what Zhang Yiming wanted, so he didn’t wish to delve deeper.

Holding the easily crumbled soil, Zhang Yiming felt a sense of disorientation.

The ancient mighty ones, did they experience the same despair as people do now?

In ancient mythologies, what were zombies like him called?

Drought, or monsters?

Zhang Yiming slowly pressed his fingers against his chest, after consuming Ganmu, he could feel the heartbeat, but the bloodthirsty impulses in his mind were even harder to control than before.

After the Yellow Emperor’s daughter resurrected, she became a Drought, yet did she become human later?

Is there really an Immortal Country?

The ancient resurrected ones, did they get cured and live with normal humans?

Or... were they exiled, becoming the undead of the Immortal Country?

Zhang Yiming’s fingers slightly clenched, he didn’t want to become the Zombie Emperor, nor did he desire to command millions of zombies, he just wanted to become human.

The Unrising Country isn’t recorded in detail in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, probably because the ancients tabooed these matters too.

Indeed, who could calmly face the dead that had already passed?

The apocalypse erupted, turning so many into zombies, yet in mythology, only the Yellow Emperor’s daughter, the Drought, was recorded.

Perhaps people at that time exterminated those "abnormal ones", which is why there were no records!

Zhang Yiming looked at the stars above, slightly lost in thought.

How would future humans decide the fate of zombies?

To develop a vaccine, or to abandon it.

The stars above must have witnessed the vicissitudes on Earth, but they do not speak, and cannot tell Zhang Yiming the answers he seeks.

Zhang Yiming’s face looked somber, and for a moment, a violent aura wrapped around him.

He wanted to destroy everything, to simply turn this world into hell, making everyone become like him.

The violent aura came quickly and dissipated just as fast.

When Zhang Yiming stood up from the ground, his face returned to its warm and sunny state.

Zhang Yiming emerged from the bottom of the pit, quickly tidied up his clothes, then bent down to fill back the surrounding soil.

"Did you come because you heard Captain Zhu’s declaration of war?"

An old voice sounded from behind Zhang Yiming.

Along with a powerful brainwave, mixed with some information, it was a unique way of communication belonging to a Zombie King.

Zhang Yiming calmly stood up, dusted the dirt off his hands, and casually said, "Since you’re here, might as well help fill the pit."

In the moment Zhang Yiming turned his head, Old Tao’s hunched body jolted, unable to suppress a tremble.

The young brainwave across was very powerful.

For the first time, he encountered such a formidable Zombie King, more like a natural Emperor.

Just by briefly contacting his brainwave, Old Tao felt an impulse to kneel in submission.

This was the most genuine reaction from his heart.

The village zombies behind Old Tao had completely lost his brainwave control, and directly lunged to the edge of the pit, with rotting fingers pushing the surrounding soil bit by bit to fill the pit.

Very obediently.

Even more enthusiastic than planting trees for Old Tao, working more efficiently.

"Young man, you...", Old Tao glanced at the village zombies who became extremely docile within Zhang Yiming’s brainwave, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Did you also come to join the war?"