Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

As Lynn stepped out of the star array at the Star Observatory, the starlight behind him automatically converged.

The passage disappeared, and the rotating stars returned to their original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

He stood in the void, and the Demon Eye emerged from the goblin world, hovering beside him and teleporting to his feet.

Lynn did not set off immediately, but looked back at the sea of ​​starlight.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hadn't completely found the answer this time, at least he had a better understanding of the situation, and his visit here had also served as a way of expressing his stance.

As for whether the claims of the rebels are credible...

Lynn felt there was no need to lie to him, and they didn't force Lynn to repay their kindness or do anything.

Just focus on doing your own thing.

What they want is for him to be the savior, the proof, and the instrument to enter the river of destiny.

Whether he likes it or not, at least for now they won't harm him.

His visit demonstrated his gratitude for their kindness and also set the stage for his own actions.

I am the Holy Mark, I am the core combat force of the Bone Spire, I am not a pawn you can manipulate at will.

Those who defy fate should understand his meaning and won't try anything funny anymore.

Lynn shook his head, no longer pondering the matter.

All of this was just his guess. He couldn't read minds, and compared to these cunning old foxes who played with their brains, he was still too inexperienced.

He took out the silver-white crystal containing information about the underworld from his ring and held it in his palm.

The crystal is small, about the size of a thumb, and has a smooth surface without any patterns.

He closed his eyes and the analysis began.

[Target: Memory Crystal]

[Composition: High-purity stellar energy crystals, with a massive amount of information engraved inside]

[Status: Stable, no traps, no curses, no soul imprint]

[Note: This is a pure memory storage crystal; you can use it with confidence.]

...

Lynn opened her eyes and felt relieved.

It's alright, they didn't resort to any low-level tricks.

He probed the crystal with his spiritual power, and information flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness, like opening a thick book.

The underworld does not exist in the main world, but is a huge plane located between the main world and the void.

It does not depend on any world; it exists independently.

The underworld has no sun, no moon, no stars; only an eternal gray mist hangs in the sky.

The ground was a gray wasteland, gray stones, gray soil, and gray rivers.

The River Styx is a body of water that runs through the entire underworld; it is so wide that the opposite bank cannot be seen.

The river water is not water, but a fluid formed from the condensation of countless forgotten souls, a thick, grayish-white liquid that flows slowly.

The banks of the River Styx are home to the territories of various underworld overlords and lords of the dead.

According to records, there are thirty-three monarch-level beings in the underworld, each occupying a region.

The levels of monarchs range from the initial stage of the Saint Mark to the peak stage of the Saint Mark, with some even having spent thousands of years immersed in the peak stage of the Saint Mark.

The four monarchs of the east, west, south, and north are the most powerful among them, each possessing the peak of the Saint Mark.

The Northern Realm is ruled by the Frost Lord, who rose from the Netherworld Beasts. He is skilled in ice and death, and his domain is a perpetually frozen wasteland with extremely low temperatures, where even the soul can be frozen.

The Eastern Realm is ruled by the Bone Lord, who commands countless undead. His territory is littered with bones, piled up like mountains.

The Southern Realm is ruled by the Ghost Lord, who has no physical form but is a massive aggregate of ghosts. Her territory is perpetually shrouded in a grayish-white mist, and those who enter gradually lose their memories.

The Western Kingdom is ruled by a rotten monarch whose body is pieced together from rotting flesh and entrails. His domain is a swamp filled with poisonous gas and plague.

The central region is unclaimed land; no monarch dares to establish a territory there, because an immortal being sleeps at the bottom of the River Styx.

Immortal level, equivalent to a True Spirit in the Wizarding World.

That being had no name, no form, and no consciousness; it was simply referred to as "immortal."

It simply lies dormant, occasionally turning over, at which point the River Styx will unleash massive waves that engulf the lands along its banks.

None of the thirty-three monarchs dared to approach the central region.

After reading this information, Lynn had a better understanding of the situation.

Although there are many Saint-level monarchs in the Underworld, I am not someone to be trifled with. As long as I don't provoke them, I should be fine.

Anyway, his goal was just to find Lin Chen, not to conquer the Underworld.

That being at the True Spirit level is asleep; just don't disturb it.

He put the crystal away, thinking about that brat Lin Chen.

She went to such great lengths to find him not for the sake of so-called "family ties".

If it weren't for the fact that Lin Chen's bloodline was very important to him, allowing him to activate the "Devouring" talent and quickly become stronger, he really wouldn't want to go to the Underworld.

It would have been much better to honestly conquer those small and medium-sized worlds.

As for whether the infant-like Lin Chen can survive in the perilous underworld...

Lin Chen inherited his Starry Sky Beast bloodline and possesses the talent of devouring, so he shouldn't be that easy to kill.

Furthermore, Hoshimi's certainty that the two would meet further proves this point.

Lynn stepped onto the Magic Eye and flew toward the nearest transit star.

After teleporting several times with the Demon Eye, the gray-blue planet came into view. He withdrew the Demon Eye and flew towards the teleportation hall.

JK-91, Teleportation Hall.

The apprentice on duty was still the same young man, wearing a grey robe from the Grey Tower with a bronze nameplate pinned to his chest.

He saw Lynn walk in from outside the teleportation hall, and his face paled slightly.

He stood up, bowed, and simply said "Good day, sir," before asking about the destination and saying nothing more.

He turned and walked to the control panel to begin debugging the teleportation array.

The movements were swift; fingers traced across the runes, activating the energy circuit, calibrating the coordinates, and embedding the magic stone.

He dared not look at Lynn, his eyes fixed on the buttons and knobs on the control panel.

Lynn stood on the teleportation array, watching the apprentices busy at work. He noticed that the apprentices' fingers were trembling, but fortunately, they were operating the equipment without any problems.

The teleportation array lit up, and the runes lit up one by one, emitting a buzzing sound.

The apprentice stepped aside, head bowed, wanting nothing more than to get rid of this plague as soon as possible.

Lynn was puzzled as to why the apprentice was so afraid of him. Could it be that the Grey Tower was currently at war with the Bone Spire?

But he hadn't heard a word of it.

So he asked, "What's going on with Gray Tower lately?"

The apprentice was slightly taken aback, then quickly replied.

"Grey Tower is well, sir."

Lynn nodded, said no more, and stepped onto the teleportation array.

The apprentice hurriedly activated the teleportation array, and white light rose from beneath his feet, engulfing Lynn's figure.

He disappeared.

The apprentice slumped in his chair, letting out a long breath. His clothes, soaked with sweat, clung to his body, feeling cool.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a big gulp.

The tea had gone cold, but he didn't care; he finished it and poured himself another cup.

He held his teacup, looking at the empty platform above the teleportation array, with only one thought in his mind.

The plague is gone, finally gone.