Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

When the formation was set up, Dongfang Yi felt a slight tremor in his heart. A God-level Formation Master truly was extraordinary.

Meng Anwen's skills had seamlessly become an extension of his being, wielded with natural precision.

“I, Dongfang Yi, greet Serene God.” He said humbly.

Though an emperor, Dongfang Yi shed his royal demeanor before a God-level powerhouse. He understood that his title held no weight here. Only as a fellow God-level powerhouse could he converse with Meng Anwen as an equal.

Meng Anwen, who had met Dongfang Yi once many years ago, got straight to the point, “Your Majesty, speak plainly. Why have you come?”

Dongfang Yi explained the dire situation involving his daughter and Lin Moyu.

Meng Anwen’s expression darkened, “Missing?”

Dongfang Yi nodded gravely, “Yes, they disappeared. The teleportation formation was tampered with. We can’t determine what happened.”

Without hesitation, Meng Anwen said, “Lead the way, Your Majesty.”

The two turned into streaks of light and sped toward the royal palace. In an instant, they reached the teleportation formation within the palace grounds.

Meng Anwen stepped into the formation, placed his hand in the air, and closed his eyes. Moments later, he spoke: “It has indeed been tampered with. The culprit is highly skilled, completely scrambling its circuits.”

“Can it be unraveled?” Dongfang Yi asked anxiously.

Meng Anwen chuckled softly, “A mere trifle.”

With deft movements of his fingers, runes began to flow into the teleportation formation. The formation emitted a low rumble, shaking incessantly as Meng Anwen worked.

Dongfang Yi stood silently, unable to comprehend the intricate process unfolding before him.

Within minutes, the teleportation formation suddenly emitted a brilliant light, accompanied by a steady hum.

Meng Anwen said softly, “Done.”

Dongfang Yi's face lit up with hope, “Serene God, have you found where my daughter and Godly General Lin are?”

Meng Anwen’s tone grew solemn. “Their last destination…” His expression darkened abruptly, “The Putrid Corpse Land your Dongfang Family has guarded for generations!”

“What?!” Dongfang Yi's face turned ashen, “How did they end up there?! That’s impossible! The Putrid Corpse Land was sealed long ago, with only one gateway remaining—and it’s located elsewhere. How could they have teleported there from here?”

Dongfang Yi grew increasingly frantic. As the emperor of the Shenxia Empire and a God-level powerhouse of the Dongfang Family, he knew the horrors of the Putrid Corpse Land.

Since the Putrid Corpse Land had been sealed, teleporting there was nearly impossible. This made no sense.

Meng Anwen continued examining the formation, his lips curling into a cold smile, “Clever. They used a Sealbreaker Fire Stone to momentarily breach the seal and triggered a random teleportation.”

Dongfang Yi was stunned. The Sealbreaker Fire Stone wasn’t a human item—it was a creation of Abyssal Demons. Formed from Abyssal Fire, it could break through most seals and barriers, even disrupting the seal of the Putrid Corpse Land for a fleeting moment.

In that brief window, the teleportation formation sent Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao into the Putrid Corpse Land.

Dongfang Yi’s face paled further. The use of a Sealbreaker Fire Stone meant a connection to Abyssal Demons. His thoughts immediately turned to the Demon Worship Society.

A chilling realization struck him: the society had infiltrated the Dongfang Family.

It was like a thunderbolt in his mind. The shock was compounded by the memory of their infiltration of the Council—and whispers of their meddling in Fortress No. 9 of the military.

Now, their corruption had reached his family. The weight of the revelation left Dongfang Yi shaken to his core.

“Serene God, can you identify the culprit?” Dongfang Yi asked without hesitation.

At this moment, rescuing Dongfang Yao was secondary. The issue of the Demon Worship Society was far more critical. As Emperor, he understood the priorities.

Meng Anwen, however, dismissed his concern, “No rush. They won’t escape. First, tell me how to reach the Putrid Corpse Land. I’m bringing Moyu back.”

A cold sneer played on Meng Anwen’s lips, and his eyes burned with chilling murderous aura. What happened within the Dongfang Family was of no interest to him. His only focus was Lin Moyu.

The Putrid Corpse Land was no ordinary place. It was a nightmarish remnant of an ancient war, and being trapped there meant grave danger.

Dongfang Yi sighed bitterly, “It’s impossible. You can’t bring him back.”

“What did you say?” Meng Anwen’s voice turned icy, his God-level aura surging. The temperature of the entire royal palace plummeted.

Meng Anwen hadn’t fought in decades, and no one truly knew the extent of his power.

Dongfang Yi quickly clarified, “It’s true! My daughter is trapped there as well. I’m deeply concerned, but the Putrid Corpse Land... it’s unreachable. Come with me, Serene God, and you’ll understand.”

Without hesitation, Dongfang Yi stepped into the teleportation formation and activated it. After forming a series of seals, the two were transported to another location.

They arrived in a vast underground chamber. The circular space was colossal—500 meters tall and spanning over 10 kilometers in diameter.

In the circular chamber, a magnificent formation thrummed steadily, drawing an immense flow of elemental energy from the depths of the earth to sustain its operation.

Meng Anwen frowned, “A God-level formation?”

Dongfang Yi nodded, “Yes, left behind by our ancestors.”

Meng Anwen asked no further questions. He stepped directly into the formation and cast a rune,

“Formation Spirit, come forth!”

Every God-level formation had a Formation Spirit.

Formation Spirits possessed intelligence, with their level of intelligence directly tied to the formation's rank and duration of operation. The formation before Meng Anwen had existed for countless years, meaning its Formation Spirit possessed exceptional intelligence.

A massive orb of light materialized within the formation.

"Honored God-level Formation Master, welcome. I am the Formation Spirit of the Evil Sealing Formation." It announced.

As expected, it was capable of coherent communication, demonstrating its noteworthy intelligence.

Meng Anwen asked, "What is your function?"

The Formation Spirit responded, "To guard the Putrid Corpse Land's seal, issue warnings, and assist human experts in stopping the Putrid Corpses’ invasions."

Formation Spirits couldn’t lie. While intelligent, they were bound by simplicity and lacked proactive thought.

Meng Anwen continued, "I wish to enter the Putrid Corpse Land."

The Formation Spirit replied, "Impossible. The Putrid Corpse Land opens once every hundred years. It remains sealed and cannot be entered otherwise."

Meng Anwen frowned, "What if I insist on going in?"

The Formation Spirit stated plainly, "The formation will self-destruct, and all energy will be redirected to reinforce the seal. No one below half-step Transcendent God-level will be able to force entry."

Meng Anwen did not doubt its words. He could feel the immense, terrifying energy accumulated within the formation—an energy that even he, a God-level powerhouse, dared not trifle with. This power, built over centuries, would make the seal impenetrable for decades if unleashed.

Such an act could buy humanity precious time.

Meng Anwen asked, "How long until the next scheduled opening of the passage?"

The Formation Spirit replied, "Three years, twelve days, three hours, twenty-one minutes, and fifty-five seconds."

More than three years—far too long.

After a moment, Meng Anwen posed another question, "If someone accidentally entered the Putrid Corpse Land, how could they return?"

The Formation Spirit answered, "There is an exit at the center of the Putrid Corpse Land. If it is a human, they can use this exit to return."

Meng Anwen nodded solemnly, "Very well. If someone exits through that passage, notify me immediately."

As Meng Anwen spoke, a spirit mark emerged from him and landed on the Formation Spirit.

The Formation Spirit hummed in response, "I shall follow your instructions, honored God-level Formation Master."

With that, Meng Anwen stepped out of the formation, and the Formation Spirit vanished.

In the next moment, a surge of murderous aura emanated from Meng Anwen. His eyes glinted coldly as he declared, "Now, we deal with your family’s traitor."

He turned to Dongfang Yi, his tone sharp and unforgiving, “Your Majesty, if Moyu returns safely, all will be well, and you may continue ruling as you have. But if anything happens to him...”

Meng Anwen’s voice grew icier with each word, “You will receive a visit from the Shenxia Tower, the White God’s fists, the Mad God’s blade, and the military’s battle formations. I doubt your family wishes to face any of those.”

Dongfang Yi’s face drained of color. The weight of Meng Anwen’s words was suffocating. It was no veiled threat—it was a promise: If Lin Moyu dies, your Dongfang Family will perish with him.

He opened his mouth to respond but found himself unable to utter a word. Never had he imagined the situation could escalate to this level.

Meng Anwen paid no heed to his reaction and continued in a grim tone, “Moyu is the disciple of myself, White God, and Mad God. His elder sister is that person’s sole disciple.”

Meng Anwen’s gaze bore into Dongfang Yi, his words deliberate. “The bond between Moyu and his sister is profound enough that they’ve shared a Primordial Rune—an act most wouldn’t dream of. Moyu is a godly general, the youngest in humanity’s history. You had better hope for his safe return.”

His words were clearly aimed at impressing upon Dongfang Yi the gravity of the situation.

As Meng Anwen spoke, a faint thread of energy manifested in his hand, piercing through space and extending into the distance.

Meng Anwen explained coldly, “Follow this thread and apprehend whoever it leads to. Interrogate they thoroughly. Ensure that they stay alive—until Moyu’s situation is resolved.”