"You can go," after a few seconds, Rhaegar withdrew his hand and said to Northam, "go wherever you want and use your magic to win you everything you want." He then got up and walked out of the cave, flew into the sky at the mouth of the cave, and disappeared in an instant.

It was only then that a drop of cold sweat broke out of Northon's forehead, and although he escaped death and was free, he knew that he would never want to get rid of the master's grasp in his life, that terrible image had already become a lingering nightmare for him, and more importantly, although it was not explained, the power that Rhaegar injected before leaving had obviously become a sword hanging over his head, and if there was any act against the former's will, the sword would take his 'life' in the first place.

The next moment, however, a smile suddenly appeared on Northon's face - "Not loyal enough, but obedient enough." "Yes, that's why Rhaegar let him go, he may never be loyal to the former, but he will obey any orders he makes, and that's enough. On the one hand, this certainly made him wear shackles, but on the other hand, it was not for him to find a strong backer, as long as he obeyed the other party's orders, at least until it was worthless, Rhaegar would never let an obedient pawn go unpunished, which would be his most powerful guarantee in the future.

Facing the rising sun, Northon, who has regained his confidence, is full of pride and ambition and walks towards the unknown world outside the valley.

This is an artificially created pool, in the depth of more than ten meters, an area of nearly 1,000 square meters around the pool, arranged a large camouflage magic, any creature close to here will be guided by this magic 'lure' to go in other directions, in this camouflage magic inside, is an invisible magic barrier, even if someone can see through the camouflage magic, in this enough to resist the attack of the forbidden arts, and can rebound the attack of the barrier can only be helpless. But that's not the scariest part of the place, as soon as someone walks into the middle of the illusion and spell barrier created by disguised magic, the lurking third spell will automatically activate, and the hundreds of square meters of the outer area of the magic barrier will be turned into a dead place, lightning, hurricanes, heat, cold, poison gas and acid will turn anyone who dares to intruder into pieces.

All of these devices have only one purpose: to protect the middle pool, or rather, the people who stay in it, from being disturbed.

Rhaegar lay quietly in the water like a fetus in the womb of her mother's 'child', letting the water containing the slightest trace of life energy soak her skin, bones and even internal organs, feeling every change in herself.

Since he used magic to create this waterhole in this hidden mountain forest two years ago, he has never left here for half a step except for occasional rest, here, he is peacefully carrying out the transformation of his body, those life energy obtained from the fruit of nature has become his best tool for transformation, under the nourishment of those energy, his 'flesh' body has been strengthened little by little, and it is getting closer and closer to his desired goal.

As his soul healed, he gradually acquired the knowledge he gained from meeting the man in black in the mysterious space, and in addition to teaching him how to accurately find the weaknesses of his enemies and how to maximize the power of the rules, most of this knowledge was about the relationship between body and soul.

"Neither a single soul nor a 'flesh' body can ever reach the pinnacle of power. The man in black said this is the true meaning of this universe, it is precisely because of the lack of a matching body, despite the increasing number of soul fragments obtained, he can only be unable to exert his full power, even in the state of the wandering soul.

The transformation in the Henor Forest has brought his body close to that of a demigod, but this is not enough, the power mastered by the demigods is only close to the edge of the power of the gods, if he wants to truly exert the power that belongs to the gods, even the body of the demigods will collapse in an instant due to overwhelm, unless Regaken 'spends' hundreds or even thousands of years to temper the 'flesh' body and improve his strength, he will never want to use the abilities he once mastered.

Either way, this is the best 'flesh' body he's ever gotten - not only because of its strength and the length of time he's been living and it's the most familiar, but more importantly, it has the divine blood of his time as the god of judgment, and in a sense, it can be considered Rhaegar's real 'flesh' body, of course, the 'flesh' body before he became a god. If in the early days, due to his low strength, he could inhabit any creature without worrying about being discovered by the undead world, then with the increase in strength, Rhaegar's goal relative to the undead world is also gradually increasing, only in this body, he can really move freely like other people, and he doesn't have to be afraid of *** identity. It is precisely because of this that when entering the fruit of nature, a thought came to Rhaegar's mind: since the god of nature can use the energy in this fruit to resurrect, he can also use this energy to further his 'flesh' body.

The geist can soak his soul in the fruit of nature without any scruples, because his soul has the qualities of a god, but that does not mean that his 'physical' body can also do the same, although life energy is an indispensable thing for every living being, but just as people can get sick if they eat too much, high concentrations of life energy are fatal to almost any creature outside of the gods, under such energy, their bodies will be deformed and developed, and then blown to pieces by the full energy. In order to avoid such an outcome, Rhaegar was able to release the life energy stored in the Scepter space into the pool of water at a very slow speed, diluting it with the help of the pool water, until his body adjusted to a certain concentration, and he would release more energy. The only benefit of his body that had been modified several times was that it allowed him to adapt a thousand times faster than a normal person, and even then, it would take at least decades to reach his desired goal.

However, for Rhaegar to trade this time for a new self, it was undoubtedly worth it, whether from the perspective of the undead or a magician, decades was not a long time, and he had the patience to wait.

The vibrations of life energy were constantly washing over Rhaegar's body, and the slightly cool feeling gave a feeling of comfort that became clearer and clearer as time passed. The spirit knows that this is a manifestation of the perfect combination of his soul and the 'flesh' body, and when the soul and the 'flesh' body are truly flawlessly combined, that is, when the 'flesh' body can fully exert the power of the soul, at that time, even if it cannot be restored to its original heyday, even if those legendary demigods face each other, he is confident that he will not fall behind.