Chapter 358 - 129: Wang Ge’s Mother and the Sacrificial Mother Have Collided

Chapter 358: Chapter 129: Wang Ge’s Mother and the Sacrificial Mother Have Collided

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In that moment, Lynch experienced a strange and unprecedented sensation.

He opened his eyes.

No, to be precise, "they" opened their eyes at the same time.

The gaze from his original body fell upon the massive shell slowly sitting up in the white jade sarcophagus.

Meanwhile, the Profound Corpse’s gaze fell upon the pale young man beside the sarcophagus, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

Two perspectives, two images, flooded the depths of Lynch’s consciousness at once.

Lynch’s brain nearly overloaded in that instant.

He instinctively closed the eyes of his original body.

But the Profound Corpse’s eyelids were unaffected, as it had no need to blink at all.

Two clusters of eerie green Soul Fire burned quietly deep within its eyes. Through its senses, every detail of the quiet chamber was rendered with perfect clarity in Lynch’s mind.

Beneath its feet, Negative Energy shimmering with mottled light flowed like a small stream through the runes of the Negative Energy Array. The faintly rippling patterns of light meandered and trickled like a tributary of the Nether River.

Five meters away, the stationary Corpse Demon was wreathed in a flickering, flame-like Evil Qi. The Soul Fire dancing in its eye sockets was aimed in this direction, its "gaze" filled with obvious vigilance.

Beside the sarcophagus, the young Necromancer in the black Mage Robe was surrounded by a faint, mist-like Negative Energy. Currently, he was leaning weakly against the stone coffin, exhausted from overexertion, his chest gently rising and falling.

That was him.

His original body.

It took Lynch several breaths to barely adjust to the bizarre sensation of "having two bodies."

Soon, however, he began to notice even more distinct differences.

He hadn’t felt it when simply sharing vision with his Undead Units before. Now, fully inhabiting the Profound Corpse’s body, he discovered that its way of perceiving the world was completely different from a human’s.

Its vision had no color.

No, that wasn’t entirely accurate.

The Profound Corpse didn’t rely on its eyes to observe the world; it relied more on perception. In its perception, the world was a grayscale landscape composed of countless energy fluctuations of varying brightness and properties.

In this landscape, the runes of the Negative Energy Array through which Negative Energy flowed were the brightest, an eerie blue. The Soul Fire in the Corpse Demon’s eye sockets was a searing, pale white, while the Negative Energy Crystal residue in the corner was a dim gray.

And he himself, in the Profound Corpse’s perception, was an outline radiating a soft, warm light.

This warm light represented the aura of life.

The warmth of a soul.

Lynch’s thoughts stirred.

The Profound Corpse lowered its head, looking at its own outstretched right claw.

Its five fingers were as thick as a child’s arm, the knuckles covered in fine, dark scales. The fingertips were curved like hooks, glinting with a cold, metallic luster in the faint light of the Array.

He clenched his fist slightly, and surging power coursed through its tendons, fascia, and bones all the way to his knuckles. A series of explosive cracks, "CRACKLE POP," instantly echoed from within the body, like the muffled boom of thunder.

He had never felt so full of power.

It felt as though if he threw this punch, he could pierce through steel and shatter city walls.

Lynch was stunned for a moment.

’Is this... the power of Tier Five?’

No, it was more than just an ordinary Tier Five.

This shell had belonged to a Tier Seven Abyssal Demon in life. Although it had been dead for several months, a great deal of its power had been lost. Furthermore, after being tempered by the Profound Yin Qi, its physical attributes had transformed and its realm had inevitably dropped, but the foundation of its physical body was still intact.

After all, this body had once housed the energy of a Tier Seven being. Its physical strength was extraordinary, and after being reactivated by the Profound Yin Qi, a considerable portion of that strength remained.

Lynch had no doubt that if the current Profound Corpse were to face an ordinary Tier Five Warrior head-on, it could easily tear them to shreds.

Beyond that, its sense of smell was also extremely sharp.

No, it shouldn’t be called a sense of smell, but rather "aura perception."

The Profound Corpse’s nasal structure had long since atrophied, but its ability to capture scents far exceeded human imagination.

The concentration of Negative Energy in the air, the purity of the Array Crystal’s energy, the thick layer of Corpse Evil Qi on the Corpse Demon, and even the lingering fresh scent of the few mugwort plants in the corner used to neutralize the yin energy.

Every scent was distinct and clearly layered in its perception, easily distinguishable from the others.

If the world Lynch perceived was a black-and-white silent film, then in the Profound Corpse’s perception, the world was a bustling city, vibrant with color and roaring with waves of sound.

It was truly too sensitive.

Even through the heavy stone door and the dozen or so meters of packed earth above, the Profound Corpse could smell the auras from the garrison post on the surface.

It not only smelled the faint scent of sea breeze that Sea Song had left in the hallway, but it also captured the unique blood energy fluctuations that Esther radiated in her sleep on the second floor.

He could even faintly perceive a gentle, slowly coalescing mass of moonlight energy in the direction of Mirror Lake.

That was the direction of the Moonlight Well.

Over this period, that thing had been preliminarily constructed and was now in the testing phase. ℯ

The overly keen five senses brought in a massive amount of information. Even though the Profound Corpse was innately capable of processing it all, it still took Lynch a good while to finally recover and adjust.

Once he felt he had adapted, he slowly opened his original body’s eyes and let out a long, turbid breath.

His gaze fell upon the silent, standing form of the Profound Corpse, his expression complex.