Lin Xiao remained silent.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but merely resisting the discomfort brought by the Great Elder's words had already consumed a considerable amount of his energy.
This wasn't just a gap in cultivation; the Great Elder possessed a peculiar power. Lin Xiao feared that if he opened his mouth, he would say something he shouldn't.
"Hehe."
Seeing this, the Great Elder let out another laugh from under her cloak and leaned in a bit closer, the salty, damp scent of seawater from her body becoming even more pronounced.
"What a cute child. I'm liking you more and more. How about ditching that teacher of yours and coming with me?"
Lin Xiao shook his head slightly.
The Great Elder wasn't annoyed; her tone still carried amusement. "Fine, forget it. If you manage to live long enough, maybe we'll meet again in the future."
As she spoke, the Great Elder's figure silently melted into the air. When Lin Xiao looked up again, her presence was gone from his side.
Gazing at the distant darkness, Lin Xiao temporarily set aside thoughts of the Great Elder and spoke softly in his mind, "Teacher, when I summoned the Holy Emperor just now, did you sense anything?"
A slight tremor rippled through his mental sea. Electrolux didn't respond immediately. Only after a moment did he slowly speak, "I sensed it."
"Teacher, do you know what that thing actually was?"
Electrolux fell silent again for a bit. "I'm not entirely sure what it is, but that 'Holy Emperor' doesn't possess power similar to the soul masters in this world. Perhaps it doesn't belong to this world."
"Then is it a god?" Lin Xiao boldly guessed.
"I'm not sure if the gods in this world are the same as those in my original world. If judged by the standards of my world, it hasn't reached the level of a god."
"Even so, it surpasses the level of soul masters on this continent." Electrolux sighed lightly. "It seems the Holy Spirit Sect is far more mysterious than I anticipated."
Hearing Electrolux's words, Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter what that Holy Emperor truly was, it was an existence far beyond his current reach.
Pushing aside his thoughts, without lingering too long, Lin Xiao flashed his figure and headed out of the forest as well.
Just as he stepped beyond the bounds of the Evil Forest, a faint scent of blood drifted over on the wind. Needless to think, it was the "handiwork" of the Holy Spirit Sect disciples who had just left.
Since Zhongli Wu had ordered them to "enjoy themselves to the fullest," they naturally no longer needed to hold back, unleashing their methods without restraint.
Lin Xiao thought for a moment, then turned and hurried in the direction of the bloody smell. Before long, a village appeared before his eyes.
The village was eerily quiet. No light emanated from the houses along the road, and not even the chirp of an insect could be heard. Only the bloody scent in the air grew thicker.
The dirt path underfoot was somewhat muddy, as if a light rain had just fallen. Lin Xiao turned his head slightly and could see that most of the houses by the road had their doors wide open. The worn wooden doors occasionally creaked with a "creak" sound.
Some unknown substance had left a dark brown trail, stretching from the roadside all the way into the houses.
Inside, tables and chairs were overturned. The already flimsy containers had been smashed to the ground, leaving shards everywhere. Faintly visible was a small, mud-stained child's shoe lying alone under the bed, with a few smooth-polished stones scattered nearby.
On the bed lay an unfinished small cotton jacket with fine, dense stitches, spread out. Beside it, the sewing basket had also been knocked over, colourful threads tangled together, stained with sticky filth that obscured their original colours.
Passing through one house after another, blood splatters on the low walls by the road still seemed to faintly emit heat. Not a single person was in sight, nor was there a single corpse left behind.
To the Holy Spirit Sect, these were all top-quality materials—how could they be wasted?
Lin Xiao's expression showed no change; he simply remained calm as he left his aura here.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen such a scene, nor the first time he'd known the Holy Spirit Sect's ways. On the contrary, as a Holy Son, on this night of unrestrained revelry, he too should fully immerse himself in it.
Only after leaving did he speak once more in his mind.
"Teacher, why not take this opportunity to teach me some more necromancy?"
"Very well." Electrolux hadn't disturbed Lin Xiao until he spoke, then responded.
"You've already experienced death and souls. Next is the method of using necromancy: incantations."
"In truth, you've already grasped the essence of necromancy, which is control over the souls and bodies of the dead. You've experienced this control before; even before this, you could manipulate some remnant souls."
"In my world, countless necromancers, through vast experimentation and accumulated experience, condensed this process into individual incantations. Different incantations have different effects and correspond to different operations."
"Today, we'll start with the simplest: 'Dialogue.' This is a way to communicate with the undead."
"Not all souls have the ability to converse with the living, so this method isn't achieved through words but directly reaches the essence of the soul. Thus, dialogue through this means allows no lies."
Electrolux's voice gradually lowered, and then a string of awkward incantation echoed in Lin Xiao's mental sea.
His right palm opened, and a phantom immediately appeared in his palm. Lin Xiao listened to the resonance in his mental sea and spoke softly.
What followed in his mind wasn't the voice of the remnant soul in his palm, but its memories.
Lin Xiao quickly understood why Electrolux had chosen to start with this incantation.
Called "Dialogue," it was actually somewhat similar to the process he'd used before to browse soul memories, except his method seemed crude compared to Electrolux's incantation. Starting from this incantation, he could naturally more easily comprehend the role it played.
The soul named "Feng Shen" in his palm continued to wander lightly, but its vast memories had already surged into Lin Xiao's mental sea.
From the design of soul guidance devices to their creation, improvement, and use, one scene after another unfolded in meticulous detail before Lin Xiao. The memories of a level-nine soul engineer were far more valuable than the remnant soul itself.
Temporarily sealing those memories away, Lin Xiao felt the effects of the incantation while comparing it to his previous crude actions, gradually understanding the necromancy from another world.
Perhaps the true terror of necromancers lay not only in their ability to control the dead, but even more in their capacity to learn and master vast knowledge from the memories of the deceased.
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