Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 820 - 410 Selection_2

Chapter 820: Chapter 410 Selection_2

And he clearly did not have that ability, because he was not a wraith!

Not good!

Long Dangdang immediately realized the peril. Despite the cover of the Deception Fruit, if he could not cultivate like the other wraith entities at this moment, he would inevitably expose himself. The undead with the spiritual power of the Saint Hall Level on the stage was too powerful, and he would surely be able to sense it.

But just at that moment, a warmth came from Long Dangdang’s chest, followed by that special energy in the air being drawn over and merging into his body.

Once this energy merged, it was naturally absorbed by the warmth at his chest and did not truly integrate with Long Dangdang’s spiritual power.

A voice from Senior Vast Ocean came to Long Dangdang’s mind, "Don’t worry, I’m here."

Long Dangdang hastily asked in his mind, "Senior Vast Ocean, what is this energy? Why is it so special?"

Vast Ocean replied, "This is the Qi of Yin-Yang Balance at the transition of day and night. These wraith entities cultivate by absorbing this Yin-Yang balanced spiritual energy from nature. It truly is special! No wonder they aren’t that afraid of sunlight."

Long Dangdang asked curiously, "Qi of Yin-Yang Balance? Then why can’t I absorb it?"

Vast Ocean replied, "Because apart from this Yin-Yang balanced Qi, there is also a thick presence of death energy here. The two are compatible, and that is what these wraith entities absorb. As a living being, how could you absorb death energy?"

"From what we’ve observed these days, low-ranked wraith entities can only rely on Soul Stones to provide soul energy to sustain themselves. But once they reach a certain level, especially the undead, they can also maintain and even improve their cultivation by cultivating. I didn’t know how they did it before, but now it’s clear. It’s this Qi of Yin-Yang Balance. Thus, their daily cultivation time should be during the two transitions of day and night. One is at dawn like now, and the other is in the evening."

"I see." Long Dangdang suddenly felt enlightened. To defeat the Wraith Kingdom, one must first understand them. And the more he understood, the more Long Dangdang found that the Wraith Kingdom had its own system that was quite robust. It wasn’t just the wraith bringing disaster; this systematic development of the Wraith Kingdom was very healthy. If their gnawing at the human world continued, it might indeed have the potential to overturn humanity. That would be truly terrifying.

Vast Ocean sighed, "Let’s not mention the Qi of Yin-Yang Balance, for that is nature’s Spiritual Energy. But that death energy is from your human world. Simply put, death energy is created when you humans die. And even more so, it comes from various negative emotions and energies. Therefore, the birth of the Wraith Kingdom probably has a lot to do with your human world. The Spectral Saint Mage must harbor extreme hostility towards you humans, hence the creation of such a Wraith Kingdom, in order to destroy your human world."

Long Dangdang’s brow slightly furrowed, regardless of the reasons, as a human and as a Knight, he had only one choice. To lead humanity to victory over the wraith, to protect the human world.

The dawn did not last long; as the sun rose from the distant east, the balance between the Yin and Yang energies gradually ended, and light elements began to appear in the air. As sunlight fell upon these undead, they each ended their cultivation state, and stood up.

No one chose to leave, but Long Dangdang could feel from the emotional fluctuations of the undead around him that they did not like the sunlight. Although not afraid, they didn’t like it because the sunlight seemed to purify the death energy on their bodies to some extent.

High on the platform, the undead said, "Step forward!"

Previously, all the selected undead were scattered around the entire plaza. At his call, many of the undead converged towards the direction of the platform.

Long Dangdang also wanted to see what the subsequent selection would be like, and naturally followed the other wraith entities. At the same time, he was already making preparations. His equipment and spirit furnace could not instantly teleport him away, but he had two Teleportation Scrolls given to him by the Great Temple, which were now his most important means of saving his life. Long Dangdang was confident that facing an enemy at the Saint Hall Level, he wouldn’t be killed in an instant. As long as he could resist momentarily, escaping should still be possible. Of course, he had to react immediately.

As he drew closer, he could see the undead on the high platform more clearly.

There were more than a dozen undead on the high platform, and from their appearance, Long Dangdang might have even mistaken them for humans. Their faces did not have that iron-blue color typical of wraith entities, so they didn’t look much different from humans. The only difference was that there seemed to be a faint glow flickering in their eyes—the jumping Soul Flame.

Controlling the entire scene was a tall man holding a magic staff, the highest level of equipment Long Dangdang had ever seen in the hands of a wraith entity, with an orange glow flickering on it, presumably an Epic Class staff. The mage’s robe he wore was also of Epic Class. A tall mage with a mental specialty!

Wraith entities seemed particularly adept in the mental specialty, and this one’s powerful mental control had left a deep impression on him. There was no doubt that this wraith mage had been a very powerful mage in life and might well have been a Sacred Legate of a past era of the Magic Temple.

At this moment, he looked at the several thousand undead approaching and once again raised the magic staff in his hand.

Intense spiritual fluctuations appeared again, and in the next moment, they swept down towards the crowd below.

This time the spiritual fluctuation seemed much softer. It lacked the strong Intimidation but made Long Dangdang even more nervous on the inside. It was a kind of exploratory magic spell, probing for what? Would he be discovered in this detection?

The Gently Absorb Slowly Regurgitate Spirit Furnace operated quietly. He was already prepared to activate the Teleportation Scroll at any moment.

But the sweep of spiritual power was quick, and he didn’t feel any particular focus on him. In the next moment, the wraith mage on the platform spoke again, "Those who notice their bodies are incomplete should leave!"

Out of the few thousand, another third left.

Long Dangdang then breathed a sigh of relief; it was a test for physical disabilities. That made sense, wanting to become the Prince Consort of the Wraith Kingdom, one certainly couldn’t have a physical disability! But he wondered if a wraith entity’s romance was the same as a human’s?

At this thought, an exquisitely beautiful face couldn’t help but emerge in his mind, and he silently sighed. If he could return this time, Menglu would probably be very angry.

At this point, the remaining undead in the field, including those Guards, numbered less than three thousand.

The wraith mage turned to address an undead clad in armor beside him, seemingly communicating. After a while, the armored undead stepped forward slowly, drawing a huge cruciform sword from his side.

Generally speaking, a cruciform sword is lighter than a knight estoc, but the one in his hand was even larger than the estoc. His sturdy build made holding the heavy sword with both hands seem not at all out of place.

Slowly raising the cruciform sword above his head, in the next instant, the sword suddenly slashed through the void. Immediately, there was a sharp screech in the sky, and Long Dangdang felt a lethal threat.

"Don’t move!" Senior Vast Ocean’s voice rang out in Long Dangdang’s mind for the first time, stopping him from launching his Adamantine Cathedra battle armor and tearing open the Teleportation Scroll.

Among the several thousand undead present, more than half made a movement to retreat. Naturally, they were then eliminated. Was this a test of courage? After this, only a little over a thousand undead remained.

Among these undead, the lowest-ranked were 5th Rank, and the highest were 7th Rank, even 8th Rank, but no 9th Rank were seen. After all, there haven’t been many under thirty in the human world.

And the intimidation of that cruciform sword just now, even an 8th Rank had retreated; it was clearly an oppressive power far superior to those selected ones.