Chapter 60

Felint held a small bucket full of the Dead Breath Liquid, his heart brimming with joy as he floated towards Ang's sinkhole. This was the result of three nights of using magic to accelerate the guiding of the Resting Wind, forcefully blowing out the Dead Breath Liquid, which was ten times more than what was produced at the camp that day.

Of course, he was also quite exhausted. Just accelerating the Resting Wind for one night was no easy task, even with more Everflowing Springstones, it was not easy to produce so much.

With an ample supply of Dead Breath Liquid, Felint quickly discovered some of its uses, such as repairing and filling bones, softening zombie flesh, accelerating soul growth, and catalyzing the Nourishing Earth. It was almost like an enhanced version of the Resting Wind, but with better effects and less harmfulness.

The Resting Wind could affect souls, but the Dead Breath Liquid would not, as long as the soul was not immersed in it. It was safe even for bathing.

Entering the sinkhole, he saw the angel skeleton, the little zombie, and the bronze dragon all soaking in a large leather bucket from a distance.

"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of rotting?" Felint could accept the angel skeleton bathing, but the little zombie and the bronze dragon were necromancers, and soaking in water would cause them to rot.

Nigoris' long neck drooped over the edge of the bucket. Upon hearing Felint, he lifted his eyelids slightly, raising a small claw, and the Resting Liquid flowed down between his toes.

Felint's eyes widened, and he rushed to the edge of the bucket, exclaiming, "You're really using it to bathe? Where did you get so much Dead Breath Liquid?"

Without lifting his head, Nigoris pointed a claw towards the top of the sinkhole and lazily asked, "What are you here for? Is there something you need?"

Felint pulled back the hand holding the bucket, embarrassed to take it out: "I came to see the大人, and to report some news. I'll go find him first."

Nigoris wiggled his small claw, too comfortable to even respond.

Is it really that comfortable? Felint looked at the small bucket in his hand, considering whether to go back and use it for a bath. However, at his speed, it would not be easy to gather enough for a bath.

At the top of the pit, Felint saw Ang digging the ground. The Watcher was swinging a hoe like an experienced old farmer, digging a pit and piling the soil on both sides to form a raised embankment.

"大人, may your soul rest in peace. What are you doing?" Felint greeted him.

Ang tilted his head, unsure how to respond, and simply continued digging.

Felint was already used to Ang's reaction and paid no mind. He walked to the pile of soil and was stunned by what he saw, slipping and falling.

Ang had dug a large fan-shaped depression in the ground, with the arc of the fan aligned with the ground, gradually deepening and narrowing towards the center, reaching half a person's height at the vertex. The soil was piled along the two edges, making them as high as a person.

The arc of the fan faced the direction from which the Resting Wind blew. Due to the edges, the wind converged towards the center, creating a larger volume of wind at the vertex.

"Why didn't I think of this? Why didn't I think of this? Such a simple method, why didn't I think of it? I foolishly cast magic for three nights." Felint was ashamed and angry, determined not to leave. Whether he could enjoy a bath in the Dead Breath Liquid depended on how thick-skinned he was.

As night fell and the Resting Wind rose, Felint hid in a sheltered cave and watched the Resting Wind blow fiercely, the Everflowing Springstones dripping Dead Breath Liquid, which eventually formed a small stream flowing into the large pit in front of Ang.

The efficiency was incredibly high. In less than twenty minutes, a bucket was filled. Ang immediately transferred it to the Resting Palace, watching it quickly dissipate.

For the entire night, Ang repeated this process, transferring a bucket as soon as it was filled, ensuring the bucket was always empty.

For over ten hours, nearly thirty buckets, or about one cubic meter of Dead Breath Liquid, were transferred into the Resting Palace.

The Resting Palace seemed to have changed, but it was hard to pinpoint where.

Ang did not mind, continuing the process for eight consecutive nights, transferring nearly nine cubic meters of Dead Breath Liquid into the Resting Palace.

Starting from the third day, Ang felt a change. The dissipation rate of the Dead Breath Liquid began to slow down. What originally took three minutes to dissipate now took three and a half minutes, and by the fourth day, it took ten minutes.

By the eighth day, a bucket of Dead Breath Liquid took an hour to dissipate, similar to the dissipation rate outside. The little zombies could soak for an hour, and the Dead Breath Liquid would almost completely dissipate, indicating that the concentration of the death aura inside the Resting Palace had reached saturation.

Then, a huge flame ignited in the main hall of the Resting Palace, a beam of light shot up, forming an arc and colliding with Ang's consciousness at lightning speed.

Suddenly, the external body of Ang burst into black flames.

Nigoris, sensing the abnormality, hurriedly withdrew his consciousness, making the bronze book fly to Ang's side, urgently asking, "What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?"

Ang pointed towards the main hall of the Resting Palace.

Nigoris then noticed the flame in the main hall: "Huh, the Flame of the Undead? The main flame has been ignited? Just that?"

The Flame of the Undead ignited in the Necropolis's Undead Temple was the source of the undead faith. People worshiped it, and their devout beliefs kept it burning eternally.

However, regardless of how many Flames of the Undead there were, their ultimate source was only one—the main flame. It was the source of all Flames of the Undead and the ultimate source of the 'Undead' faith.

But whether the main flame existed or not was not important once the Flame of the Undead was ignited in the Undead Temple. As long as the faith was sufficient, an ordinary Flame of the Undead could become the main flame.

"Only the main flame?" Nigoris asked.

If that was the only change, Nigoris would feel disappointed. He saw Ang covered in flames, black flames, and the commotion was quite significant.

"Also, the beam of light, here." Ang pointed to the main flame and then to himself.

After hearing Ang's description, the bronze book snapped shut, enviously saying, "That's a divine essence. Well, you're not a pseudo-god anymore. You have a divine essence. Usually, after mastering a divine essence, one awakens some divine skills that align with the faith. What's your divine skill? A Lucky Aura?"