After a while, Zhuang Yichen was taken to the magnificent castle complex.

The two men landed slowly in a huge square. At this time, hundreds of undead like them had gathered in the square one after another. These undead were all shrouded in identical black robes, and only the soul fire beating in their eyes burned quietly under the gray sky.

Those soul fires were all noble purple and gold, and in front of a stone platform in the center of the square, there stood thirteen elders of the undead clan.

"Haha, the elders are moving so fast! I just sent back a message, and I didn't expect it to be ready so soon. The undead named Andrew sent this message to Zhuang Yichen, and then slowly landed with him.

The square was magnificent and quaint, with a tall stone platform in the center, on which a complex magic array was constructed. Zhuang Yichen was brought to the ground. An elder standing in front of the stone platform stepped forward slowly, stretched out a finger bone as white as jade, and gently knocked Zhuang Yichen's head with kindness.

"Get up there, kid."

Zhuang Yichen looked at the dark red soul fire in his eyes in a daze, and for a moment he had an inexplicable warm feeling. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but found that only the upper and lower jaws moved silently, and no sound came out.

He was led to a stone platform by a member of his clan and stood in the middle of the square. At this time, Zhuang Yichen noticed that there was a thin little skeleton like himself on the stone platform.

As soon as he saw the little skeleton, he subconsciously felt that he was different from himself, and that inexplicable sense of difference actually made him feel very comfortable. It's just that he can no longer clearly understand what is different. That different feeling seeped out from the depths of the soul, like an instinct, and could not be explained.

The little skeleton's soul fire was beating chaotically, and streams of disordered spiritual power spread around her. Seemingly, she's only just becoming self-conscious. Like him, full of confusion,

Zhuang Yichen was at the mercy of his clansmen and came to the center of the complex magic array on the stone platform, and stood with the little skeleton.

Looking around from here, nearly a thousand powerful undead reverently surrounded the stone platform, and the invisible spiritual power condensed into a warm ocean, tightly wrapping Zhuang Yichen and the little skeleton on the stone platform.

In the land of bones, the sun is always just a small gray halo on the edge of the sky. When that halo completely disappeared below the distant horizon, the thirteen elders at the front moved at the same time.

I saw that the black robe flew fiercely, and the thirteen elders flew into the air, showing a circle, surrounding the stone platform. At the same time, an incomparably powerful spiritual power covered everyone's body in an instant like a sea.

"O great god of the underworld, you have once again generously sent down two people for your people!"

"I will repay your grace by following with my soul and swearing to follow!"

"Swear to follow! Swear to follow! Swear to follow! The other undead below responded reverently, and the ocean of thoughts surged!

The magic array in the center of the stone platform instantly brightened, and Zhuang Yichen's figure was instantly wrapped together by that dazzling light, and then, a spiritual imprint was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

The spirit mark is the unique identity badge of the undead, and it carries the breath of each clan. With this mark, the rise and fall of the entire undead clan is closely linked to the individual. Only after experiencing the sacrificial ceremony will he be a truly recognized member of the undead clan.

After the sacrificial ceremony, for those deceased, Zhuang Yichen's vague sense of affection, which was originally based on the same kind, suddenly turned into a strong sense of identity and belonging. At this time, looking at those other clansmen, his heart was also a little more cordial.

At this time, the elder of the undead clan from before walked up, he was the seventh elder of the undead clan. The number seven has many meanings on this continent, so being able to bear this name naturally also means the dignity of status. Zhuang Yichen and the little skeleton beside him said, "Okay, child, you can learn from me in the future." ”

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, two years have passed.

At this time, Zhuang Yichen was no longer the ignorant little skeleton. In the past two years, he has read a lot of books with his teacher, and he has a clear understanding of the entire undead clan and even the entire Eternal Continent.

Moreover, his magical talent was amazing, and after only two years of cultivation, the soul fire in his eyes had already turned into a deep blue. With this terrifying cultivation speed and keen perception of magic, the entire undead clan had never had such an amazing genius in thousands of years. If nothing else, Zhuang Yichen is likely to sit on that deep cold throne. Lead the whole clan to find the ultimate answer to life for the undead.

In the huge library in the castle of the dead, Zhuang Yichen was flipping through a book of poems that no one cared about on the dusty bookshelf.

Since it is a collection of poems, this book is naturally not a book within the undead clan. This collection of poems comes from a ruined aristocrat of the human world, and the poems are about love.

In fact, this huge library is all-encompassing. Books of all races and languages on the continent can be found here. A thirst for knowledge is a virtue for the undead. It has been more than a thousand years since the war with the humans of the Holy See of Light, and in this long time, almost all the books on all aspects of the human race have been included here.

"Maybe you can't tell the sunrise and sunset, maybe you can't see the clouds and sunset."

"I don't know the stream in my ears, it's close at hand"

“……”

Looking at it, Zhuang Yichen subconsciously read it out in human language. In fact, communication between the undead all relies on psychic power to transmit messages directly. This way of communicating through the medium of sound is stupid in the eyes of the undead.

However, Zhuang Yichen inexplicably liked this feeling, or subconsciously got used to opening his mouth to express things in words. Even though he had to build a magic array to simulate his voice, he still enjoyed it.

After reciting two sentences, a spiritual force suddenly and brutally interrupted its train of thought. "You're hiding here and watching this mess again!"

As the message came, a slightly slender skeleton floated up silently.

This undead is the little skeleton who awakened his self-consciousness at the same time as Zhuang Yichen and studied with him.

"Looks like you've got a good grasp of wind magic." Zhuang Yichen's human language, which he imitated with the magic array, sounded softly between the dusty old bookshelves. A few wisps of dust were gently touched by the faint sound wave, and then fell silently.