Chapter 1852: 1849: Collection

Chapter 1852: Chapter 1849: Collection

Although Han Dong was surprised by the scene in front of him, he was also equally cautious about the woman behind him… or rather, the Demon Eye was locked on her all along.

If this woman showed any hostility or made any suspicious moves, Han Dong would immediately consider “Borrowing God.”

After all, the woman was also exuding a presence equivalent to that of a ‘King.’

Based on her manner of appearance, outward image, and extremely high bone transformation rate,

it was easy to deduce that this woman should be the true master of the frozen wasteland, a former leader of the Vodas tribe.

When they arrived at the deepest layer of the Frozen Soil Temple, the Divine Book Room where the Dead Spirit Remnants were held.

The woman didn’t make any suspicious moves.

Only her protruding belly grew bigger, and the crying sounds of children coming from inside became louder, as if they were hungry… Of course, the children’s target for feeding was not Han Dong, but the bone marrow fluid here.

After confirming that the other party had no intention to frame him, Han Dong threw out a question.

“You built the ‘lighthouse’ on the surface of the frozen wasteland,

Only my Dead Spirit Demon Eye can capture the light emitted by the lighthouse… The purpose is to attract individuals like me, who truly possess the “Book of Dead Spirit,” to come here, isn’t it?

After all, more than half of the remnant pages are scattered in the Shattered Dimensions,

If an individual capable of truly harnessing the “Book of Dead Spirit” appears, they would definitely delve into the dimensions to search for other remnant pages, and sooner or later, they would find you here.”

“Not exactly.”

“Hmm? Really?” Han Dong scratched his head, completely surprised that his deduction was wrong.

As the woman pacified the child inside her belly, she explained the function of the lighthouse to Han Dong.

“Attracting ‘True Disciples’ like you is only a secondary purpose of building the lighthouse.

After all, since the moment of the Demon World’s creation, the “Book of Dead Spirit” has existed simultaneously, yet there has never appeared a ‘True Disciple’ who could master this book.

Neither we nor this remnant page expect the arrival of a ‘True Disciple.’

The primary goal of constructing the “Bone Crystal Lighthouse” is to illuminate the proper road to the Demon World, and the ones demanding we build the lighthouse are…”

Upon finishing speaking, the woman raised her finger, pointing to the remnant pages between the containers.

Han Dong asked in confusion, “Building the lighthouse wasn’t your choice, but rather a demand from the remnant pages?”

At this moment, the woman placed her right arm against the bone-textured wall… a ripple spread out, seemingly sensing something.

“That group of intruders hasn’t noticed anything unusual yet; they seem unaware of the Demon Book’s existence, only here to ‘explore’ and ‘gather information.’

Since that’s the case, we still have time.

Next, let me briefly narrate the ‘tragedy’ that befell our tribe… Mr. Faceless, please listen carefully; this story should be helpful for you as a ‘True Disciple.’

For me, it’s also a form of different kind of last words.”

Although Han Dong very much wanted to pick up the remnant pages and leave immediately,

he couldn’t refuse the current scene. Since the information the woman might share could be useful, it wouldn’t hurt to listen.

“Alright!” Han Dong pretended to listen very earnestly.

“You should be well aware, the ‘world disaster’ brought by humans tore terrifying boundary fissures across our universe… The frozen wasteland I dominate, along with the entire planet, was absorbed into the [Shattered Dimension].

The moment we fell into it, the planet began to disassemble, leading to the death of nearly 80% of individuals.

We, the Vodas Tribe, as accidental survivors, followed the remnant frozen continent, continuing to drift among dimensions, watching helplessly as the continent was dismantled piece by piece, forced to hide in the bunkers, awaiting death.

However, death didn’t come for a long time.

Instead, an inexorable ‘whispering voice’ emerged between our minds, suggesting that something more important than our lives had fallen ‘between the frozen land.’

Without prior consultation, everyone emerged from the bunkers and gathered toward the center.

There, pages upon pages of scattered remnants fell among the frozen land, keeping it stable so it could drift through the dimensions.

At that time, we all believed it was the blessing from the Final North and the Old Kings… But it was the beginning of nightmares and suffering.

On the first night after contacting the remnant pages, 60% of the tribe lost their basic sanity and died fighting for the remnant pages.

Those who survived were quietly undergoing a ‘necromantic transformation,’ with bone becoming the most important part of their bodies… As the transformation proceeded, we stopped depending on the extreme cold and could even operate at ordinary temperatures.

Since these were only partial remnants,

we couldn’t cultivate without the “Prologue” as foundational support, and could only passively accept this transformation.

Little did we know, we were gradually transforming into absolute necromancers, even starting to hear ‘thought commands’ from the remnant pages.”

Han Dong then posed a question: “Strange… wouldn’t those influenced and transformed by the ‘Book of Dead Spirit’ have very short lifespans? How have you survived for so long?”

“I don’t know.

Perhaps we encountered only a portion related to ‘bone’ instead of the whole.

Or perhaps, this remnant page doesn’t want us to die off so quickly… because it needs us for [it] to possibly return to the original world.”

“Hmm? Using you to return to the Demon World?”

“Exactly… In the seemingly endless years, we’ve long lost the concept of time.

As ‘necromantic slaves,’ we continuously carried out the remnant page’s demands to modify this continent.

The current completion rate has reached 83%, and with just a bit more progress, the entire continent will be able to operate normally in the Shattered Dimension, and with the lighthouse’s positioning, it could return to the original world.”

Han Dong displayed an expression of sudden comprehension:

“Who would’ve thought that independently split remnant pages would have self-awareness… enslaving you, deliberately preserving your consciousness and extending your lifespans, even providing you with fertility and creation capabilities.

Essentially, it wants to use you as perpetual workers, hoping that one day it can return to the original world and reconstitute the complete “Book of Dead Spirit.”

How fascinating!

No wonder the underside of the continent has grown so many giant leg-like bone pillars; once completed, the continent should be able to ‘walk’ through the Shattered Dimension.

Considering this, the other Dead Spirit Remnants drifting in the dimensions should also seek various methods to return to S-01… This information is crucial, thanks a lot.

What about now?”

The woman revealed a serene smile,

“Now… we can liberate ourselves prematurely.

The ultimate goal of the remnant pages returning to the original world is to reconnect the “Book of Dead Spirit.”

Since a ‘True Disciple’ like you has arrived, this process can be skipped.

Thank you for coming,

Take it and leave here~

As for that group of unknown origin intruders, we’ll do our utmost to hold them off and try to perish with them.”

“Okay.”

Han Dong didn’t say much more,

He could tell that what this woman desired most was liberation from the constraints of slavery and to seek true death.

With a splash!

Han Dong leaped into the tank filled with fluid bone material.

He didn’t need to gather them one by one, as when he landed inside, all the remnant pages automatically converged towards him.

They adhered automatically to the “Prologue” afterward.

‘The “Book of Dead Spirit-Bone True Text” has been recorded.’

Meanwhile, Han Dong, submerged in the tank, didn’t immediately leave.

Glug, glug~ bubbles floated upwards.

The essence bone material, accumulated over countless years, adhered to Han Dong’s skin surface and flowed into his body through his pores.