Unlike humans and other intelligent beings who can improve themselves through cultivation, the level of the undead is predestined almost at the beginning of their birth, and only those who are of higher rank and have a certain amount of wisdom are likely to be improved by some means, and the lower undead are almost never able to evolve. To those high-level undead, they were like grass mustard in the undead realm, and they didn't even qualify as food, so when Rhaegar returned to his geist form and flew over the territory belonging to different owners, he encountered no obstacles.

No one could tell how big the undead realm really was, and even the most powerful undead never came close to its end, and even though Rhaegar wasn't looking for any rare creatures, it took him nearly a full day to discover his target, a group of geists who were just as wandering around as he was.

After quickly probing around, Rhaegar was pleased to find that this place did not seem to belong to any powerful undead, and what surprised him even more was that there were at least hundreds of geists in this area of nearly a thousand square kilometers. You know, these inferior beings without intelligence never had the concept of clustering, and it is almost a miracle that so many geismans are concentrated in one area.

Trying his best to suppress his own strength to avoid being discovered by the indigenous powerhouses of the undead realm, Rhaegar quietly chanted a spell, and the next moment, a series of magic symbols appeared in front of him, and then turned into countless streamers, 'shooting' into the bodies of those geistins. These spells are not lethal, to be exact, they are just markers, and as long as they are carried, no matter where these geists are, as soon as Rhaegar summons them, they will be the first to come to him. After quickly scanning it with the 'spirit' power, and after making sure that all the geists were branded with this mark, Rhaegar returned to the mortal realm.

For the next few days, Rhaegar continued to travel between the God of the Storm and Blackstone Island, and under his orders, the powerful demonic beasts cultivated on the island went out to hunt the creatures of the nearby seas. According to Rhaeggar's instructions, these sea creatures were not killed, they were all frozen and sent to the 'holes' and 'holes', and within a few days, at least thousands of various sea creatures filled the spacious underground 'holes' and 'holes'.

Lifting the ice of a sea creature with his hand, before the giant turtle could make further moves, the binding magic cast by Rhaegar made it immobile again, and then, under the influence of the magic hand, the giant turtle of at least five hundred kilograms was moved to the middle of the magic circle carved with various symbols, and the next moment, an invisible blade cut off its head.

Arrow-like blood spurted out of the turtle's neck, and the huge sea creature spasmed, its heavy body lying limply on the ground, its blood quickly absorbed by the symbols that formed the magic circle, and finally, when it stopped struggling, a translucent shadow similar to the shape of a living sea turtle floated up from its corpse.

The turtle's soul had not been able to return to the underworld, the power of the magic circle had imprisoned it, and before the lower intelligent creature realized what had happened, Rhaegar had already begun the next step.

Holding the Staff of Glory high, Thunderga chanted an obscure incantation, and rays of light shot out from the Staff of Glory one after another, and then disappeared into nothingness. After a few minutes, Rhaegar finally uttered the last byte of the lengthy spell and swung the staff in his hand vigorously, and the vanished light reappeared, and a diorama of countless beams of light appeared in the air, and the next moment, the model quickly fell on top of the turtle's soul, enveloping it in it.

An incomprehensible dazzling light filled the entire 'cave', and both the unformed beasts that were still sucking nutrients from the water of life and the finished artifacts that had crawled out of the pool closed their eyes in agony, except for Rhaegar staring at the center of the light, completely untouched.

The bright light enough to blind lasted only a few seconds, and when it disappeared completely, a translucent geist hovered blankly where the turtle's soul had been.

This result made Rhaega let out a long breath, if he was still the god of judgment, this experiment would not even make him pay the slightest attention, but now, without the majestic divine power and enough knowledge to back it up, he had to 'wave' nearly a thousand sea creatures to achieve the success of this soul-swapping experiment. From now on, the summoned geist no longer has to worry about being forcibly recalled by the undead realm, and the soul of the dead turtle has taken its place.

After a short rest, Rhaegar walked over to the geist who was still suspended in the air, and under the constraints of the magic circle, the geist was completely incapacitated, but this did not make the unintelligent creature have the slightest emotional 'wave'. A magic symbol glowing red flew out of Rhaegar's forehead and submerged into the body of the geist, which is second only to the servant contract of loyalty brand, compared to the former, its only disadvantage is that as long as someone can reach more than twice the strength of the contract owner, and the magic of the soul can be lifted by external force, but it also has its own advantages, which is that there is no limit to the number.

According to the laws of the universe, the servile contract can only be concluded without resistance from the other party, but for an instinctive geist, unless it is grilled on the sacred fire, it will not have any resistance, and Rhaegar easily implanted the servant contract into the other party's soul, and then the geist was sent into the huge matrix of the heart of Blackstone Island.

With the first success, the rest of the work was much easier for Rhaegar, and in just a month—some of them spent in the Storm God—hundreds of geists were replaced in the mortal realm. Some of these spirits implanted in the servile contract enter the Mother Body, where they will take on the role of the newly conceived soul and will reopen their wisdom.

It is not an easy task to create life, and the raw materials and energy required for life are only part of the aspects that limit people from carrying out this activity, and it is the soul that really restricts the birth of artificial life.

All living beings in this world, whether plants or animals, have their own souls, and souls cannot come out of thin air, they can only appear with the birth of natural life, and souls cannot be transplanted. In such a situation, the only thing the creators can do is to 'extract' a fragment from their own soul - not that they do not want to replace it with the soul fragment of other creatures, and the subconscious that repels into other bodies penetrates into almost every corner of all souls, even if it is only a small fragment, and this rejection is enough to undo the entire experiment, and only those who are desperate to create new life can suppress this subconscious that exists in their souls with a strong desire. It is precisely for this reason that in addition to small creatures such as the Flyer, there are very few powerful magical beasts that have actually been created, whether it is the original or the current Heart of Blackstone Island: any powerful magical beast will consume a considerable part of its own soul.

But now, Rhaegar has succeeded in solving this problem: the spirits that have been replaced to the mortal world will no longer be attracted to the undead realm, and as beings with little self-awareness, these spirits will never be repulsed by any body.

Looking at the mother body that was giving birth to a new life, a smile of satisfaction appeared on Rhaegar's face, with so many souls and plenty of life energy, he had no doubt that it would not be long before he could have an extremely powerful army.

An army strong enough for him to run rampant in this world.

Although this experiment will greatly enhance his strength, for the current Rhaeggar, the next activity is the focus, looking at the remaining hundreds of geysers in the "hole" and "hole", Rhaegar took a long breath, then closed his eyes, and began to meditate in order to regain his 'essence' strength.

"I think you're going to love this!" The roar of the battle axe and the great axe of his avatar arrived at about the same time, and the spinning Crohn's axe whistled past the longhorns as they scattered, turning the few monsters that fell behind them in two.

It was the final blow of the two long-horned monsters, and by the time the dwarf and his great axe were separated, complaining about their rival's cowardice as they walked back, the others had packed up and prepared to continue on their way. Dealing with a few hundred longhorn monsters wasn't even a warm-up exercise for the current expedition team, and they wouldn't even bother with them if they hadn't taken the initiative to attack and disturb their lunch.

"It's not as interesting as I thought it would be," Tomahawk muttered dissatisfiedly, "there's not a scrap of metal in the ruins here, and the creatures guarding here are as timid as a bunch of wives!"

A water balloon falls from the sky, turning the dwarf who is venting into a soup 'chicken'. "That's right," said Willy casually, "in fact, I don't think they're even as good as the 'women', because they can't even beat you." ”

Before the angry Tomahawk could say anything, a voice sounded in his ears, "You don't seem to be very happy, how does it feel like to be drenched in water?"

"You can try it yourself!" "There's a river not far from here, you can jump into it......" The dwarf quickly became alert to the sound of not coming from any member of the team, and he quickly turned around, but before he could see the faces of the incoming man, a figure had already skimmed past him and threw himself into the other's arms.