Rhaegar is not worried about the safety of his partners, he believes that after having magical abilities and stones given by the men in black, and after his own guidance and training, there are not too many people in this world who can threaten them, and at the same time as they leave, he has ordered the first batch of magical beasts he created to hide and follow them in secret, and once his partners encounter any danger, these magical beasts will be notified to him as soon as possible.

The cool feeling gradually subsided, and the life energy that entered Rhaegar's body became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely, which made him know that his transformation of the 'flesh' body had taken another step, unless he increased the concentration of life energy, the current water of life no longer had any meaning for him. Slowly opening his eyes, Rhaegar took a slight step forward in the water, and the next moment, he broke away from the tank filled with water of life that had been converted from a secret room in the top hall and appeared in the empty hall.

"Cana!" he shouted, and the stone man in charge of guarding the hall walked in.

"Master," the loyal guard saluted Rhaegar respectfully. If a few years ago he had only served out of the pressure of survival and reverence for the strength of the other party, then two years earlier, after Rhaegar fought off his compatriots who had come to capture them and saved their lives once again, he and his wife had willingly become the most faithful servants of the geys.

"Any news?" Rhaegar asked, using his mana to dry his clothes that had been soaked in the water of life in an instant.

Karna hesitated slightly, "Your friends are safe, they are now on an expedition in some of the civilizations of the South. But on the matter that matters most of your concern, my master," said the stone man, "I'm sorry, we haven't received any useful news so far. "There was a hint of blush on his grey face, as if he was ashamed that he had not fulfilled his master's commission.

"It's nothing," Rhaegar comforted his overly responsible men, "and keep doing what you're doing." He waved his hand and motioned for the other to stand down, and after the stone man disappeared at the 'door', the geist fell into deep thought.

Knowing the stone people very well, Rayzen knows that this race's commitment to keeping promises has become one of their survival instincts, and they may use all kinds of 'tricks' when dealing with the outside world, but once they make a promise, even the destruction of the universe will not allow them to break it, because until then, the mysterious energy hidden in the bloodline will make them disappear forever. Because of this, after obtaining the official allegiance of Kanna and Ruth, Rhaegar 'handed' the two stone men a task: to receive and review the messages sent back by the monsters he had sent out, and to inform him of the news he was most concerned about in a timely manner. For two years, Kana and his wife faithfully carried out this order, but to Rhaeggar's disappointment, despite the fact that the beasts he had created were almost all over the continent, he did not get the information he was looking for.

"If I don't overestimate the usefulness of those monsters," Rhaegar thought, "it seems unlikely that this continent will have anything to gain anymore. He strode into the room with the magic teleportation array, and half a second later reached the core of Blackstone Island.

Compared to seven years ago, this place is completely different: under the nourishment of life energy, the volume of the Heart of Blackstone Island has increased to ten times its original size, and around it, more than a dozen giant hearts that look the same as it, but are much smaller in size, are distributed throughout the 'hole' and 'hole', which are small 'sub' palaces planted from this mother, and their role is to quickly produce some low-level but huge number of magical beasts. Underneath each heart there is a pool full of water of life, of which the pool under the mother body is the largest, in these pools, from time to time there will be a number of different shapes of magical beasts climb up, these magical beasts who were given a mission at the same time as gestation did not stay here for long, and soon left the 'cave' and 'cave' along the new passage opened up by Rhaegar over the years, and went to the designated place.

Of all these creations, the most numerous is a tiny monster. Their appearance is similar to locusts, but only one-third of the latter's volume, with the different environment, the color of their bodies will also change, if you don't know in advance, even if you stand in front of them, it is difficult to detect their existence, these monsters fly fast, even the best at flying magic eagles can't catch up with them, due to the very little raw materials and energy required, almost every moment at least thousands of such monsters are created.

This kind of monster named Flyer is one of the objects that Rhaegar has focused on cultivating over the years, although it is not even comparable to an ordinary beast in terms of individual strength, these creatures created with reference to the characteristics of many insect monsters have the advantage of almost all the same kind of monsters: number. Even dragons are terrified by the overwhelming array of flyers with their incredible speed and ability to defy most magical defenses, as well as their recipes ranging from 'fine' meat to rotting corpses to steel.

But that's not the main reason Rhaegar bred them. There is no better tool for geys to find things than these few, tenacious, and undetectable little bugs, and the most important mission they were created to do was to find the lost soul fragments for Rhaegar everywhere. These soul-sensitive insects that are not under Rhaegar can detect the 'waves' of the soul fragments from the God of Judgment within a radius of 100 meters at the first time, and there is no doubt that for Rhaegar who wants to regain a complete soul, such a group of helpers is far more useful than any powerful magical beast.

However, the fact that they have not found anything in the past few years fully shows that although these pilots have an advantage in finding out the news that other magical beasts cannot match, it is still not enough to explore the soul fragments of Rhaegar - their strength can only reach the continent where he is now, and for the other lands blocked by the Endless Sea, these petite insect demonic beasts are completely powerless, and he cannot use these beasts to conduct a comprehensive search of the entire mortal world, let alone the entire universe.

At the beginning of the creation of these monsters, Rhaegar had already anticipated this problem, in fact, these flyers were just his test subjects, on the one hand, they could search for the soul fragments that Rhaegar might exist on this continent, and on the other hand, through the analysis of their various manifestations in practice, the geyers could accumulate a lot of experience for the next step of creation, and now, it was time to start a new round of creation.

Ordering the Heart of Blackstone to stop making the Flyer, Rhaegar retrieved the Staff of Glory from space and began a lengthy chant. A 'door' of space with a flickering white light slowly appeared with the spell, and a burst of 'yin' cold and death aura came out of the 'door', and anyone who knew anything about the undead would immediately recognize that the other side of the 'door' of space was the home of all undead creatures, the undead realm. If it is in the God of the Storm, this abnormal 'wave' movement that communicates different dimensions is enough to alarm most mages, and the unique aura of the undead world will make everyone nervous, but on this island where there are almost no intelligent creatures within a radius of thousands of miles, under the shroud of the power of the rules around them, no one will notice these changes, which is why Rhaegar chose this place as the place to open the 'door' of space.

Already a forbidden spell mage, Rhaegar was already free to travel freely in most dimensions, and now for him, the undead world was no longer a terrible cage, and after carefully inspecting the island's protection and making sure that there was nothing missing, he broke away from his 'flesh' body and floated into the 'door' of space in the form of a geist.

As the hometown of the reborn, the undead world does not have a deep intuitive impression in Rhaegar's mind - it is also easy to understand that when he is here, he is just a low-level undead without any intelligence, and can only act on instinct, and everything in this world will not leave a trace in his heart.

Still, when he first saw the eternal gray sky of the undead world and the gray land that stretched to the end of his eyes, and felt the ubiquitous wind of death in this world, which was enough to freeze any flesh and blood, but was an indispensable nourishment for the undead, Rhaegar felt a little kind.

For the intelligent beings of the universe, the undead realm is the most mysterious place outside of the underworld, even the gods have never put their hands into it, and even those mages who like to summon the undead know almost nothing about this world. But for Rhaegar, none of this was a problem, almost at the same time as he returned to the undead realm, his instincts hidden in the depths of his soul were awakened, and the basic information of the undead realm appeared in his mind without reservation at this moment. In order to avoid attracting the attention of the powerful beings living here, with the help of the power of the Staff of Glory, Rhaegar suppressed the 'wave' caused by the 'door' of space to a minimum, and closed the big 'door' that communicated with different worlds as soon as he arrived in the realm of the dead, and then, according to the information in his memory, the spirit drove his translucent figure and flew away into the distance.

Compared with the vast majority of worlds in this universe, the scenery of the undead world is undoubtedly insanely monotonous: as far as the eye can see, except for the gray sky and the gray earth, there is hardly any other scenery here, and in the vast land, there are groups of low-level undead scattered in groups or alone, or groups of three or five, they are the lowest beings in this world, they have no language, no thoughts, and it is their eternal destiny to wander around silently under the drive of instinct.