Such a thought couldn't help but arise in Han Ji's mind.
Ancient King, the ruler of the Undead Empire.
If he truly decided to reclaim his former territories, who could stop him?
Even a Forbidden Spellcasters would likely find it difficult to contend with him.
However, Ancient King explicitly stated that he would yield the human world to the living; this alone was enough to prove that he had not degenerated into an undead being consumed only by slaughter.
A thousand years ago, how dazzling and glorious Ancient King was, he was the most powerful Emperor in Chinese history.
Throughout those long years, he protected countless humans from the threats and infringements of demons!
Ancient King's silhouette was like an eternal monument, always standing in the long river of history; merely standing there was enough to fill everyone with awe and reverence.
"Our transaction is over, quickly give me back my body! As long as you abide by the agreement, I will grant you a vast territory and make you the supreme ruler above ten thousand people!"
"Dream on! Just wait to be refined by me!"
"No! You dare betray…"
Upon the Blood Throne, Jiang Yuan, clad in the armored robe, seemed to ignore the voices in his mind, selectively blocking them out.
In reality, the consciousness within this armored robe was not Ancient King himself; it merely carried a portion of Ancient King's memories and almost all of his power.
The longevity Ancient King pursued throughout his life was absolutely not existence in the form of an undead; rather, it was the legendary true immortality, eternal life, and indestructibility!
Precisely for this reason, at the brink of death, to avoid transforming into an undead, Ancient King resolutely transferred his power into this armored robe!
And he himself, with the end of his life, completely vanished from the world.
"I wonder if my current state is considered dead or alive," Jiang Yuan sighed, slowly placing his right hand on his chest.
The touch was cold, and his heart had already stopped beating.
Jiang Yuan's current state was extremely bizarre.
He, who should have died from the curse, did not truly die; his heart simply stopped beating, and his body temperature was as cold as a corpse.
Yet, his consciousness was incredibly clear, he could still breathe normally, and even if he was injured, he could heal himself.
To say he was dead, he clearly still exhibited various signs of life; to say he was alive, he was vastly different from a living person.
As for why this armored robe was on him, it had to start from the moment the curse erupted.
At that time, the surging dark power directly stimulated the armored robe, and it automatically attached itself to Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan initially thought his consciousness would be devoured by the armored robe, but no matter how the armored robe encroached, it could not affect his consciousness or body in the slightest.
Thus, Jiang Yuan and the armored robe reached an agreement.
It was precisely because of this that the scene of Ancient King appearing in Ancient Capital occurred.
This armored robe was, after all, too naive; it only possessed a portion of Ancient King's true memories, otherwise, how could it have so easily fallen into Jiang Yuan's trap and been thoroughly taken advantage of?
Moreover, as time passed, the armored robe would be gradually encroached upon by Jiang Yuan in reverse.
Given time, Jiang Yuan would completely control the power of the armored robe.
Furthermore, this reverse devouring process would accelerate as Jiang Yuan's strength continuously increased.
"Oh, and those scumbags from Black Vatican," Jiang Yuan suddenly remembered the Twisted Undead, and then, facing the empty darkness beside him, he said in a deep voice, "Bring the Twisted Undead over."
"Yes, My King," a seductive voice floated over, and a sexy figure flickered in and out of sight in the darkness.
Not long after, the Twisted Undead was thrown before the Blood Throne like a discarded piece of trash.
Mu He scrambled and crawled to the base of the Blood Throne, pressing his head firmly to the ground, and shouted loudly, "Greetings, My King!!"
"Is the King's name something a lowly undead like you can utter directly?!" Jiu Youhou immediately rebuked him angrily, and a powerful mental force, like surging tides, rushed towards Mu He, suppressing him tightly once again.
Mu He felt as if his body was about to be crushed by this powerful force; he struggled to say each word, "He is not Ancient King, Lady Jiu Youhou, please look closely, he is not Ancient King!!!!"
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan calmly said to Jiu Youhou, "Teach him a lesson."
"As you command, My King."
Jiu Youhou grabbed Mu He's twisted body, dragged him to a distant place, and began a long period of torment.
As an Undead Grand Monarch and a phantom-type undead, Jiu Youhou was most skilled at tormenting souls.
A full hour later, Jiu Youhou threw the dying Mu He back, and said coldly:
"Remember your current humble status; if the King hadn't wanted to keep you, a filthy soul like yours would have been devoured by ten thousand ghosts long ago."
Jiu Youhou was equally disgusted by the souls of Black Vatican members.
After this ordeal, Mu He no longer dared to harbor any thought of resistance.
"Come, sign this contract," Jiang Yuan said, and a contract appeared out of thin air before Mu He.
This was an Undead Contract, but it was completely different from ordinary Undead Contracts.
This contract was an absolute master-servant contract; once signed, the master could completely control the servant's consciousness, actions, and even life and death.
Mu He didn't even dare to have a hint of refusal; he immediately signed the contract without hesitation, thereby demonstrating his loyalty.
Jiang Yuan quietly watched all of this.
The reason he kept Mu He was actually very simple:
He wanted to use Mu He to hunt down Black Vatican members and stuff all of their souls into Mu He's twisted body.
Then, once Black Vatican was completely eradicated, he would kill Mu He.
This way, he could obtain a spirit essence of at least Monarch level.
Killing two birds with one stone, why not?
"King, when will you be able to obtain all of your power?" Jiu Youhou suddenly asked from the side.
In fact, the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs all knew that Jiang Yuan was merely wearing this armored robe, and was not the true Ancient King.
But since Jiang Yuan could use the armored robe's power, he was the new Ancient King; however, he still needed some time to recover his former peak strength.
"Within five years," Jiang Yuan said calmly.
This time was already quite ample; five years was enough for him to completely refine the consciousness within the armored robe, which could be said to be more than enough.
Jiu Youhou nodded slightly and said:
"Alright, King. Before you fully recover your former glory, we will restrain our undead subordinates and absolutely not allow them to step into the world of the living."