Chapter 1236

Within Undead Vision, there was no Soul Fire in the swamp.

However, Lin Moyu wasn't certain if it was truly absent; perhaps, like the Flying Ants, it was obscured from Undead Vision.

After a moment of contemplation, several Skeleton God Warriors dashed out.

They turned into streaks of light, sprinting across the swamp at their maximum speed.

Because they were so fast, they didn't sink for a while.

After running like this for two seconds and covering nearly three hundred thousand kilometers, the Skeleton God Warriors finally began to sink into the swamp.

A suction force emerged from the swamp mud, as if giant hands were grabbing the Skeleton God Warriors to pull them down.

The Skeleton God Warriors swung their battle sabers, hacking down with all their might.

With a thunderous boom, the mud exploded, shooting into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

The Skeleton God Warriors used this momentum to leap high out of the swamp.

At that moment, Lin Moyu finally saw something different.

Within Undead Vision, a massive amount of Soul Fire abruptly appeared beneath the mud.

Then, they surged out of the mud, reaching for the Skeleton God Warriors in mid-air.

They were all rotting hands—some resembling human hands, others like animal claws.

It was impossible to tell how many years had passed; rotting flesh hung from them, and they were even dripping blood.

The Skeleton God Warriors swung their sabers in mid-air; when the blades struck the rotting flesh, they actually produced a metallic clanging sound.

The immense counter-shock force pushed the Skeleton God Warriors even higher into the air.

At that point, a massive suction force rose from the swamp, coiling around the Skeleton God Warriors to drag them down.

With a thought, Lin Moyu immediately recalled the Skeleton God Warriors.

His expression was now somewhat solemn; besides the monsters in the swamp, he had seen something else.

Chapter 1370: The Origin of the Nether Swamp

At the very center of the swamp stood a stone stele.

The stele was very tall, reaching a height of a thousand meters.

Truly, because the swamp was so vast, even with Lin Moyu's eyesight, it was impossible to see the stele while standing on the shore.

The stele was hidden in the center of the black and gray swamp; it was only when the Skeleton God Warriors approached the center that it became visible.

Lin Moyu recalled the information Zhu Qiwu had given him, which stated that Xu Qingyang's soul was anchored within a stone stele inside the swamp.

But as to whether it was this one before him, Lin Moyu felt it likely wasn't.

In the world of the Nether Swamp, there was likely more than one such giant swamp.

By this reasoning, there might be a stone stele at the center of every giant swamp.

It was hard to say which swamp's stele Xu Qingyang would be in.

The Nether Swamp was clearly not safe; those rotting hands, claws, and the blossoms of Soul Fire just now were all no weaker than God King Rank 9.

These creatures, hidden within the swamp, were not easy to deal with.

Flight was impossible here, making this the home turf of these rotting monsters.

Lin Moyu pondered for a moment, feeling slightly helpless.

Having come this far, giving up was unlikely; he could only take it one step at a time.

As for what was actually inside the stele, he would only know once he saw it for himself.

With a shift of his will, Lin Moyu turned into a streak of light and charged toward the center of the swamp.

His speed matched that of the Skeleton God Warriors, reaching 150,000 kilometers per second, exceeding the limit of God King Rank 9 and even surpassing a Lesser God Venerable.

Two seconds later, a blurry image of the stele finally appeared in Lin Moyu's vision.

He was still quite far from the stele, but suction came from beneath the swamp, and Lin Moyu's body began to drop.

With a thought, a Skeleton God Warrior appeared beneath him.

Stepping off the Skeleton God Warrior, his body shot forward once more as a streak of light.

The Skeleton God Warrior was recalled just before it hit the swamp; the coordination was flawless.

No matter how good the coordination with others, it could never compare to the synergy between himself and his Undead Legion.

The Undead Legion was like his own hands, following his every whim.

The closer he got to the stele, the stronger the suction pulling from the swamp became.

Lin Moyu repeatedly used the Skeleton God Warriors to propel himself, shaking off the influence of the swamp's suction each time.

After five consecutive leaps, he finally landed on top of the stone stele.

Standing on the stele, Lin Moyu examined it.

The material of the stele was identical to that of the Mysterious Manor's castle—an incredibly sturdy material. Even with all his strength, Lin Moyu couldn't leave a single mark on it.

However, the stele before him bore traces of past battles and was also engraved with text.

"Tomb of the Nether Legion, First Army Group, Third Squad."

Upon reading the words engraved on the stele, a chill couldn't help but rise from the depths of his heart.

He realized his initial guess was correct; a world-shaking battle had indeed taken place here.

The Nether Swamp wasn't just any swampland; it was a graveyard of flesh and blood.

The entire Third Squad of the Nether Legion's First Army Group was buried here.

Amidst the chill, Lin Moyu was also uncontrollably shocked.

"The graveyard of a single squad actually requires an area of a million kilometers."

"To what extent did the numbers of this squad reach?"

Lin Moyu felt that even if his entire Undead Legion were gathered together, ten million undead wouldn't need such a large area.

The number of soldiers in this squad must have reached at least a hundred million.

And this was just one squad belonging to the First Army Group.

How many such squads would be in an army group?

And how many army groups would there be in the Nether Legion?

Since there was a Nether Legion, would there be other legions?

The scale of other legions probably wouldn't be small either.

Lin Moyu was deeply shaken; he had originally thought his Undead Legion was already numerous enough.

As long as his realm increased, his Undead Legion would be enough to sweep across the starry sky.

But now it seemed that his meager Undead Legion was truly just 'meager,' not even qualifying as small fry.

Just how intense must the battles of the ancient era have been, and how massive was the scale of the war?

Lin Moyu was deeply moved, and the slight bit of complacency he had felt earlier vanished instantly.

After forcing himself to calm down, he repeatedly and carefully inspected the stele.

The stele was sturdy enough to ignore the erosion of time.

First, he used Undead Vision but found no souls hidden within the stele.

Checking with his naked eye also revealed no clues.

Finally, Lin Moyu used his soul power to reach out to the stele.

This time, the stele reacted, vibrating slightly.

The slight vibration of the thousand-meter stele was transmitted into the swamp, immediately causing quite a reaction.

The flesh mud began to churn, and streams of dark red liquid with a thick, rotting odor bubbled up from the base of the stele.

Lin Moyu watched the sudden appearance of the dark red liquid; after pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

He leaped down to the base of the stele and used a suction force from his palm to draw up a large amount of the dark red liquid.

He pressed his two fingers together into a sword shape, manipulating the dark red liquid to evenly coat the characters on the stele.

As Lin Moyu's first stroke landed, the stele began to vibrate slightly, and more dark red liquid bubbled up from the base.

The base was like a small fountain, continuously gushing out the dark red liquid.

After Lin Moyu finished one character, he drew more dark red liquid and began coating the second character.

Stroke by stroke, Lin Moyu applied it with great seriousness and care.

Lin Moyu did this because he had seen certain images.

This was a tomb, and the stone stele was actually a tombstone.

The characters on it were formed by intaglio carving, and there seemed to be a hint of blood-red color inside the characters that hadn't fully faded.

This indicated that a long time ago, these characters had been colored.

It was just that after countless years, the color on the characters had faded away.

He thought of how the tombstones of the human race in the Small World were filled in with fresh blood.

Since the dark red liquid was bubbling from the base of the stele, Lin Moyu immediately knew what he should do.

Using his finger as a brush, he filled in the characters on the tombstone.

When all fifteen large characters were coated in dark red, a red light suddenly shot from the stele straight into the sky.

The stele boomed, and red light spread out, enveloping a ten-thousand-meter radius.

A scene that had long vanished from history began to play out before Lin Moyu's eyes.

A peerless powerhouse, clad in heavy armor, stood in the starry sky.

The starry sky was filled with corpses—endless and uncountable.

Before the powerhouse was a powerful army.

Facing the powerful army alone, the powerhouse showed no fear.

His voice resounded through the starry sky, "The army has been defeated; this general has failed my master. I shall exchange my life to bring my brothers back."

As the words fell, the powerhouse's body collapsed, simultaneously erupting with a world-shaking and terrifying power.

All the corpses originally floating in the starry sky automatically gathered together, turning into flesh and blood, breaking through the constraints of space, and being teleported away.

Next, the scene shifted to a gray world.

In the sky above the gray world, the Undying Flame burned fiercely, illuminating the heavens and earth.

"Nether Swamp!"

Lin Moyu whispered softly; this scene was precisely the Nether Swamp.

But at that time, it couldn't be called the Nether Swamp; the land was flat, and no swamp existed.

The sky cracked open, and massive clumps of flesh and blood crashed down.

The flesh and blood hit the ground, splashing outward like water.

Quite a bit of flesh splashed out, but the main bodies remained intact, forming giant swamps a million kilometers in diameter.

The splashed-out flesh formed swamps of various sizes.

Then, the phantom of that general appeared in the sky.

He had died, but his heroic spirit was immortal.

He reached out and summoned a large number of stone steles, while simultaneously engraving characters onto them.

His voice rolled out like thunder!

"In this burial ground, the Undying Flame shall shine for eternity. Wait for the Master's return to fight the galaxy once more!"

As if echoing his words, countless masses of flesh boiled up, and pillars of flesh mud mixed with countless severed limbs shot a hundred thousand meters into the sky like volcanic eruptions, unable to settle for a long time.