The system was set three years in advance, but the universal deities still hadn't arrived.

"The remains of a primordial god?!"

Upon hearing Wu Nisha's words, Zeng Shen's eyes blazed with a fiery light, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as he exclaimed, "Our luck is absolutely incredible! There's only a 1% chance of encountering a Primal God, and we actually stumbled upon it!"

Wu Nisha nodded slightly, a hint of solemnity flashing in her dark pupils, and slowly said, "However, Master, according to the memories of this wandering soul, the Temple of the Dead is located in the deepest part of the swamp, where many powerful third-tier skeletal souls reside, and it is even very likely that other skeletal souls with king-level aptitude are guarding it."

"Haha, isn't this the best thing ever?" Zeng Shen grinned, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement. "If you have any other wandering souls with king-level potential, you can absorb them and turn them into your own crow soldiers. As for those skeletal souls, just leave them to Long Yi and the others to deal with, and then you can absorb them."

Upon hearing this, Wu Nisha smiled slightly and replied softly, "Yes, Master."

"Let's go, head to the Temple of the Dead immediately!" Zeng Shen waved his hand forcefully, his eagerness evident in his words, his only thought being to quickly take possession of the remains of the primordial god.

no way.

The intelligent races that can become primordial gods must at least possess epic-level aptitude.

In this way, as long as I can acquire it and bring it back to the Heroic Spirit Tavern, wouldn't I be able to successfully revive a new top-tier Heroic Spirit?
Thinking of this, Zeng Shen couldn't help but sigh inwardly—the products produced by the system are indeed all top-notch.

As expected of a [Beginner Small World] card that can unlock a purple-quality small world.

After all, only purple-quality small worlds have a 90% chance of producing one King-level intelligent race, a 50% chance of producing two King-level races, a 10% chance of producing one Epic-level race, and a 1% chance of producing one Epic-level primordial god who has awakened their divine nature.

If a small world of blue, green, or even white quality were to produce a king-level intelligent race, it would be like finding a rare treasure.

soon.

The main force continued its advance into the depths of the swamp, shrouded in thick, inky fog with extremely low visibility, while also continuing to collect Soul-Guiding Grass.

Wu Nisha continued to actively absorb the wandering souls around her, carefully preparing sufficient soul power for refining the crow soldiers.

Ye Li collected a Soul-Guiding Grass, absorbed it, and then turned to Zeng Shen, saying, "Master, after absorbing a Soul-Guiding Grass, I discovered that it is an excellent thing for nourishing and calming the souls of my Dark Devourer subordinates who have lost their consciousness. Could you release them to devour some Soul-Guiding Grass?"

"Of course! If they can regain their senses, then the master won't need to lock them in the tower; he can just pull them out and get them to work."

As Zeng Shen spoke, he took out the Nine Palaces Illusionary Cage Tower and released all twenty-odd Dark Devourers at once.

As soon as the twenty Dark Devourers appeared, they became restless and extremely violent, trying to compete with Wu Nisha for and devour the wandering souls around them.

However, with Ye Li's aura suppressing them, these dark devourers could only obediently absorb the surrounding Soul-Guiding Grass.

As a dark devourer began to consume the dozen or so Soul-Guiding Grasses at its feet, its originally jet-black and malevolent eyes suddenly turned a sliver of emerald green, and a look of bewilderment and confusion flashed in its eyes.

Seeing this, Zeng Shen smiled faintly and casually cast a Peeping Eye on the ten dark blue Soul-Guiding Grasses at his feet.

[Soul-Guiding Grass: A special spiritual herb that grows in places where the dead gather. It can attract wandering souls and has the magical effects of calming the mind and slowly nourishing the soul. It can also be used to refine soul-related potions or as an auxiliary material for certain special talents.]

"So it turns out that the calming and soothing effects can also improve the condition of impaired consciousness!"

Zeng Shen looked at the description of the Soul-Guiding Grass, muttered something under his breath, and then carefully took away the ten Soul-Guiding Grasses.

soon.

As the group ventured deeper into the swamp, the surrounding fog grew increasingly thick, like viscous ink. The air was filled with a pungent stench of decay and death, and the swamp water, which had initially only reached their heels, gradually rose to their knees.

However, the number of skeletons in this swamp is increasing, and in some places they have even piled up into small hills. The sight of the white bones is terrifying and chilling.

"Roar…"

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the pile of bones and remains that resembled a small hill.

A group of enormous, mammoth-like creatures rose from the pile of bones. Their bones glowed with an eerie, ghostly green light, which flickered in the mist like the eyes of phantoms; their eye sockets burned with fierce soul fire, like two eternal flames, emanating a chilling aura.

"Master, be careful! It's a group of sentient undead beasts!" Wu Nisha, Ye Li, and You Ying instantly flashed in front of Zeng Shen like lightning, shielding him behind them. Zeng Shen nodded slightly, then casually threw a Taming Spell and a Spying Eye at the nearest and largest one.

[Skeleton Mammoth: After the death of a mammoth with king-level potential, its soul, nourished by the Soul-Guiding Grass, grew stronger and used the mammoth's corpse from its lifetime as a vessel.]

[Taming failed. The taming spell can only be used on living beings, not on corpses or remains.]

“Like those wandering spirits, they can’t be tamed.” Zeng Shen sighed softly, then decisively ordered the dragon wings flying low beside him: “Dragon Wings, smash them all!”

"Roar! Yes, Master."

With a roar that shattered the clouds, Longyi led the Darkwing Bat Dragon swarm down like black lightning, launching a thunderous attack on the skeletal behemoths that had just risen from the pile of bones and were still in a daze.

These skeletal mammoths were instantly knocked off their feet by the incredibly sharp impact of the Darkwing Bat Dragon, like scarecrows swept away by a gust of wind.

Followed by.

With its incredible speed, the Darkwing Bat Dragon used its powerful, sharp fangs to bite down hard on the neck of the skeletal mammoth.

In an instant.

Under the astonishingly powerful bite of the Darkwing Bat Dragon, the neck bones of these skeletal mammoths broke one after another, their massive bodies crashing to the ground, their heads separated from their bodies, and almost none of them could last a single round.

The battle ended unusually quickly.

Looking at the third-tier mammoth souls floating around her, Wu Nisha absorbed them into her body without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Ye Li and her Dark Devourers began to devour the mammoth skeletons with gusto, thereby increasing their own resilience and defense.

Once the battlefield was cleared, Zeng Shen shouted excitedly, "Keep going! The Temple of the Dead should be just ahead!"

"Yes," the women replied in unison.

Sure enough, after walking for a short while, the group came across a dilapidated temple.

The temple has mostly collapsed, leaving only a few lonely broken stone pillars and half of the ruins.

Ancient and mysterious runes are carved on the broken wall. The runes shimmer with light, like mysterious codes left by time, or like the faint breath of a god in slumber, which is very mysterious.

On the altar in the center of the temple, a body radiating a faint divine glow lay quietly.

"That's... the remains of the primordial god?!" Zeng Shen couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of surprise before heading toward the altar.

Wu Nisha immediately whispered a reminder: "Master, be careful, there may be a restriction here."

"It's alright, you don't need to come forward. I can transfer the damage away." Zeng Shen turned to the three women and said this before continuing to approach the altar.

The body on the altar was that of a woman, whose face was as beautiful as a work of art sculpted by God, peaceful and serene, without any worldly disturbances or worries.

Her skin was as translucent as the finest white jade, radiating a soft glow, as if every inch of it contained a mysterious power. It was so delicate that even the light that fell on it was reluctant to leave, gently flowing and refracting a dreamlike halo.

Her eyebrows resembled willow leaves just beginning to bloom in spring, with a curved arc and slightly upturned ends. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were like two delicate little fans.

Her nose was straight and elegant, like a graceful mountain peak, and her lips were like delicate rose petals, slightly pouting, exuding an alluring sweetness.

However, what is most eye-catching is the three pairs of incomplete wings behind her. Although the wings are incomplete, they still emit a faint glow.

Moreover, each feather is delicate and exquisite, as if woven from the finest silver threads, gleaming with a soft metallic luster, appearing and disappearing in the hazy mist, dreamlike and ethereal, as if it might transform into starlight and drift into this mysterious space at any moment.

"You and I are destined to meet." Zeng Shen looked at the beautiful corpse and couldn't help but murmur, then cast a prying glance at her... (End of this chapter)