Power Itself Isn't Scary, What's Scary Is Its Master

Facing the Lord of Heaven's question, Chen Xu was momentarily stunned.

A choice? Why am I being asked to make a choice?

After listening to the Lord of Heaven's account, Chen Xu personally didn't feel any particular emotion toward Thor.

After all, he wasn't a witness to those events. To be precise, far from being a victim, he was a beneficiary.

If it were truly as the Lord of Heaven said—that the evolution of the six special worlds was flawed—then the authority of the Lord of the Undead would never have fallen to Chen Xu in the first place.

And in Chen Xu's view, the promotion of the six special worlds was essentially a gamble where all parties were willing participants.

The journey of transcendent advancement was, by its nature, a high-speed dash between life and death with no turning back.

On this racing path, countless people have paid an extremely heavy price just to take one tiny step further.

Changing one's body, falling into the demonic path, sacrificing living beings, switching races, or even abandoning the self and the heavens to become the Dao itself.

Everything was a price paid for a glimpse of the supreme realm. The same was true for the six special worlds.

But this was the unique-tier, the supreme of the universe. After so many years, only the World Wills of the six special worlds had ever reached this level.

From this perspective, Thor certainly had talent.

Therefore, upon hearing the Lord of Heaven confirm Thor's identity and his past achievements, Chen Xu didn't feel any disdain or fear. Instead, he grew excited.

There is a saying: power itself isn't scary; what's scary is its master.

And at this moment, he, Chen Xu, was Thor's master.

With the shackles of the Soul Contract in hand, Thor could hide nothing from him, nor could it do anything detrimental to him.

And the knowledge within the mind of this astral behemoth would continuously add bricks and mortar to Chen Xu's Undead Army.

Furthermore, the ancient secrets in Thor's mind could help Chen Xu judge many things—such as the development path of the Heavenly Pantheon or the frantic expansion of the Mother of Hell.

So, this person—no, this astral behemoth—Chen Xu was definitely keeping it!

Of course, he couldn't say it so bluntly on the surface. After all, he had to show some consideration for the Lord of Heaven's feelings.

"Since this astral behemoth is as miraculous as you say, Lord of Heaven, it has certainly piqued my interest. Perhaps after I return, I will carefully dissect it and study its structure.

Many previous Lords of the Undead created great works. Perhaps the opportunity for my own great creation lies within this beast."

Hearing this, the Lord of Heaven actually let out a small smile.

"Hahaha, if it is as you say, Excellency Chen Xu, then please be sure to leave a dissection recording and send it to me for observation."

"Definitely, definitely."

Unlike the two men's casual conversation, Thor was currently trembling all over, plunged into boundless terror.

Under the influence of the Soul Contract, it was unable to sense Chen Xu's true emotions. It couldn't judge whether Chen Xu's words were sincere or just empty compliance.

This astral behemoth, which had once dominated the myriad worlds, was now like a helpless caramel pudding placed on a dining table, waiting to be slaughtered.

After sharing the past, the Lord of Heaven lost interest. He stood up from his seat and opened a Heaven's Gate to one side, preparing to return to Heaven.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned his face toward Chen Xu and said something strange.

"Beware of Hell, and some Dao Lord factions are also untrustworthy.

The ceiling of transcendence has existed for too long. To some, the madness of Hell is actually a symbol of hope."

After saying this, the Lord of Heaven stepped into the Heaven's Gate and returned to Heaven.

Beware of Hell—that was understandable. After learning the secrets of the special worlds, he already knew that the Mother of Hell was a pitiful person lost in endless madness.

But which Dao Lord factions was he talking about? Hunyuan? Extreme Martial? Or Li Taiji?

Chen Xu was puzzled. Why did all these people enjoy being riddle-mongers? He could understand those with lower cultivation levels being vague to avoid attracting the gaze of taboos or high-tier disasters.

But you are a unique-tier Dao Lord, the manager of the Heavenly Pantheon. Who are you afraid of? Why play the riddle-monger?

Although Chen Xu had doubts, he did not linger. Without looking back, he reached out behind him, grabbed Thor, and returned with him to the Undead Dao Court.

The Sea of Spirit had become a place of conflict; it was not a place to stay for long.

Back at the Undead Dao Court, Chen Xu's main body came over to take Thor, holding the beast before his eyes and staring straight at it.

"Astral behemoth Thor, right?"

"Y-y-yes."

Thor's body was still trembling. It didn't understand what Chen Xu was playing at, but it was terrified that it would be placed on an operating table the next second and dissected into tiny pieces.

Most importantly, it was an eternal-tier being with immense vitality. It wouldn't die even if it were dissected.

The most likely scenario was lying on an operating table being dissected over and over again—just like those Dao Lord-level factions that imprisoned eternal-tier beings to create special cultivation secret realms—treated as a sustainable, regenerative research resource.

"Listen carefully. I don't support idlers here. You either provide combat."

Chen Xu raised his right hand and pointed toward the sky. Kunpeng was currently displaying its world-shrouding Roc form, locked in combat with Sindragosa, the two fighting fiercely.

Chen Xu didn't know why those two had started fighting again, but it served as a perfect example.

Then, Chen Xu pointed toward Bone Guard One and the group of Black Knights who were training the army nearby.

"Or you command troops and lead the army to annihilate enemies."

His finger turned again, aiming at the Whispering Tree. This old teacher of the undead was currently giving a lesson to Patchwerk.

Even though Patchwerk had promoted to the mythic-tier and his intelligence had improved quite a bit, his lessons weren't over. According to Chen Xu's orders, he had to continue his studies under the Whispering Tree.

Even though Patchwerk's attention was completely drawn to the fierce fight overhead, the Whispering Tree continued its lecture regardless. After all, if the final exam was failed, the one being punished wouldn't be the teacher.

"Or you contribute knowledge and enlighten the masses."

Then, Chen Xu's finger turned back, pointing directly at Thor's head.

"You, what is your choice?"

Thor looked at the finger inches away from its face. Just as it was about to speak, Chen Xu interrupted.

"Just kidding. This isn't Hell. We believe in 'all for one, and one for all.'"

"Oh, but unfortunately, you aren't human, so it'll just have to be 'all for me.'"

Chen Xu gave Thor access to the Miracle network and then issued an order.

"Upload all the knowledge you have in your head to the Undead Network. Remember to categorize it well and create a table of contents and an index. If you don't know how, just ask Miracle."

With that, Chen Xu turned and left.

From the Core Illusion in the Sea of Spirit, he had obtained quite a few soul particles. It should be enough for the initial experiments of the Nephalem project.

Rather than listening to stories slowly, Chen Xu preferred to browse them himself. He could wait until Thor uploaded the knowledge to the Undead Network before viewing it.

Chen Xu stood on a patch of open ground in the Undead Dao Court. This area was virgin soil expanded after the refining of the Akhan world; it was completely empty.

Let's make this the home of the Nephalem.

"Creation!"

Chen Xu raised his right hand, and the Authority of Creation emerged. At this moment, he finally understood why the undead—the representative of death in the eyes of outsiders—possessed such heaven-defying creative power.

This was the ultimate vitality, the grand power to make life bloom from the hands of death.

Demon blood and angel wing fragments floated above Chen Xu's left hand, the two being as incompatible as fire and water.

Now, what Chen Xu had to do was use soul particles to create a container that could balance, fuse, and accommodate the power of both.

When the container was forged and the two extreme bloodlines merged into one, the foundation of his, Chen Xu's, army of kings would be laid.

So, what kind of container could resolve the conflict between angels and demons?