Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

"This is [Qi], my sphere. I offer it to you as a token of my gratitude for saving my life."

Yi Chen's expression was sincere, his gaze unwavering. He seemed genuinely truthful.

"As far as I know, this is your only sphere. If you give your [Qi] to me, your level will drop to Emperor level."

Could he be planning to cultivate a new sphere?

Alex looked at him questioningly, her mind racing.

"Please accept this as a token of my appreciation. I hope that one day, this humble offering will help you become a Supreme Xian(God) and bring peace to this wretched world!"

Yi Chen bowed even lower, as if refusing to rise until Alex accepted his gift.

"There's no rush. Why don't you tell me about your past first?"

"Very well. If you wish to hear it, I shall tell you."

Yi Chen, an ancient Chinese man. It seemed Edgar was right. They were all from parallel worlds.

And he had arrived in this world long before any of the other lords Alex knew.

Back then, the dominant race was known as the [Ghost Race]. The Dragon race, Sea Race, Angel race, Demon race, and all the others were merely up-and-coming factions.

Then, the era shifted, and the Ghost Race perished. It was said that their downfall was due to internal strife.

Although Alex had never encountered this race, she knew from their name that they must have been a dark race.

Yi Chen, being from ancient times, didn't understand the modern concept of levels. His understanding of power was based on the principles of cultivation.

Unlike many prodigies, Yi Chen was slow-witted. He lacked natural talent, possessing only an unwavering determination.

He had remained at Emperor level for two entire eras (two thousand years).

But the moment he broke through to Sovereign level, before he could even unleash his full potential, he was ambushed and lost his memories.

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He wandered aimlessly for countless years, his only constant being his unwavering desire to achieve Godhood (Xian).

Then, he discovered the truth about the world, and his faith was shattered. Coupled with the influence of an unknown energy, he became a puppet, a mere shell of his former self.

He founded the Beastman Empire, gathering the ostracized Beastmen races under his banner...

Alex already knew the rest of the story.

Yi Chen's tale offered little useful information, apart from the existence of the Ghost Race.

But the Ghost Race was extinct, and his life had been unremarkable.

"In your current state, you could still become a pseudo-god. Would you be interested in joining me, in fighting against this world?"

Alex left the rest of her sentence unspoken. With Yi Chen's talent, it would take him thousands of years to become a pseudo-god. She needed an Emperor level combatant now.

"I'm already dead. Just bury me here. This is the last thing I can do to help you."

Yi Chen's gaze was resolute. Only now did Alex realize how much weaker he had become.

His life force was fading, even within her world!

It made sense. He had lived for at least ten thousand years. He hadn't mentioned any periods of slumber in his story. A Sovereign level being's lifespan was only ten thousand years.

Yi Chen was already dead. He had only survived this long due to the influence of that unknown energy!

There was nothing wrong with his body or soul. If not for his battle with Alex, he might have achieved immortality under the influence of that energy!

"I understand. I will uncover the truth about this world." Alex spoke sincerely.

Yi Chen was aging rapidly, but his hands remained outstretched, holding the [Qi] sphere. He hadn't lowered them since he began his story.

Alex accepted the sphere. A flicker of light appeared in Yi Chen's eyes as his life ebbed away.

Rumble!

The ground collapsed, forming a large pit. Yi Chen sank into it, and the surrounding earth surged, covering him completely, forming a small mound.

Lush green grass sprouted from the freshly turned soil, and a tombstone materialized before the mound.

It read: Here Lies Yi Chen.

The world began to collapse, and Alex vanished. The next moment, she reappeared above the ruins of Five Colors City.

The Alpha Gnoll was dead. It was now a four vs four battle.

Death Spirit, fully focused on summoning an Emperor level undead, needed time and a significant amount of energy.

Boom!

The magic circle before Death Spirit flared with increased power. He turned his gaze towards the source.

"My great Queen!"

His exclamation startled the other Emperor level beings. They all looked up at Alex, who had returned alone.

The remaining four alphas paled. They couldn't believe it.

They were in deep trouble!

The Emperor level demihuman felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to flee, but a slender hand clamped down on his throat, multiple spheres of energy pinning him in place.

He had already been injured by Garethor during their previous clash.

"I see. He shared his primal power with you."

The other three alphas, terrified by Alex's aura, didn't dare to approach. They were utterly shaken by her power. This woman had just defeated a Sovereign level being!

Shing!

A blade flashed, severing the two black horns on the Emperor level demihuman's head.

A wisp of black mist escaped from the severed horns, radiating a sinister aura.

Alex frowned. This was a type of dark energy she had never encountered before.

She had faced demons, fallen angels, undead, shadow creatures, and all sorts of dark races.

"So you're the remnants of the Ghost Race."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

The demihuman looked panicked, seemingly unaware of the truth.

Snap! Alex twisted his neck, multiple spheres of energy instantly extinguishing his life force.

"Kill all demihumans on sight!"

As Alex's command echoed across the battlefield, Death Spirit swiftly relayed the queen's decree to all undead on the front lines.

The demihumans were likely the result of the surviving Ghost Race members intermingling with Yi Chen's primal power.

The true Ghost Race might have perished long ago, leaving only a trace of their bloodline within the demihumans.

It was strange, though. Among the five major races of the Beastman Empire, very few possessed more than two bloodlines. It was the lesser races, with lower level caps, that had more mixed bloodlines.

With Alex's return, the battle's outcome was no longer in doubt. The remaining three alphas had assumed she would be exhausted after her fight with the Archalpha, even if she won. But in reality, Alex could easily handle all three of them at once.

She had no intention of sparing these Emperor level beings, nor any of the other races within the Beastman Empire. She would wipe them all out.

Death Spirit and the other race kings could now summon Emperor level undead, so these Beastmen were of no use to her alive.

As for Yi Chen's soul, Alex had initially considered trying to fuse it with the Death Dragon during its creation, hoping to create a powerful Sovereign level undead.

But the situation had changed. Without his sphere, Yi Chen's soul could only summon lv9 King level undead. To break through to Emperor level, the undead would have to comprehend a new sphere on its own.

Therefore, transforming Yi Chen into an undead wasn't a worthwhile endeavor. Besides, Yi Chen wasn't inherently evil. He had been a puppet for thousands of years. Rest was his best reward.

Alex absorbed the Qi sphere Yi Chen had given her. It would only benefit her, further enhancing her strength.

Moreover, her battle with Yi Chen had proven her current strength. She could indeed contend with a first-stage Sovereign level being.

So, there was no need to turn Yi Chen into an undead.

Alex glanced at the four alpha corpses nearby. "Death Spirit and Torin, I leave their summoning to you."

"As you wish, great Queen."