My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

This thing is like a phone number; if you don’t use it for a long time, you’ll naturally forget it.

Xue Dili immediately found familiar coordinates within them, the coordinates of the Old Demon Emperor’s homeland—a war-torn world where hundreds of tribes are engaged in brutal conflict.

Hundreds of races, hundreds of tribes begin the most cruel and bloody war. The Old Demon Emperor was the first to unify everyone, but his reign lasted less than 14 years before crumbling completely and splitting into countless small countries, engaging in endless wars for an unknown number of years.

During this time, the Old Demon Emperor has been diligently managing another world, to validate the things he understood on Earth.

Then he planned to return to his hometown to start a standard "Three years have passed, welcome the Demon Emperor’s return!"

Or perhaps, "My foolish citizens, I have returned!"

He’s always nurturing a successor deep down, as evident from sending Bai Ya to study on Earth, although both Bai Ya and Siam have grown crooked, now becoming farmers and breeders.

But the Old Demon Emperor has always dreamed of a triumphant return to his homeland to prove to everyone that he was right all along, that his vision of a unified empire was right, and only some of the methods were wrong.

However, now, Xue Dili couldn’t laugh because this female corpse, even after dying and drifting to Earth, could turn into an undead with the residual energy remaining after the Divine Tree consumed her body!

This proves an undead disaster is happening in the Old Demon Emperor’s homeland!

Previously, his homeland experienced a swarm disaster, and now it’s dealing with undead. What kind of sins has their world committed?

Will there be intelligent machines and demons next, completing the four major disasters?

Xue Dili rechecked the coordinates extracted from this Wraith Demon and compared them with the coordinates of the Old Demon Emperor recorded in his notebook. They matched perfectly...

Oh no, it’s over!

Old fellow, when you return home, you might not need to aim for unification—your world might end up with only one race, the undead...

Xue Dili thought to himself.

...

In the Old Demon Emperor’s palace on Dragon Star.

"What? The undead!" The Old Demon Emperor suddenly sat up in shock from illness upon hearing the news.

Xue Dili didn’t hold back, directly taking out the few remaining organs from the female corpse in his hand, the hardened core, and the Wraith Demon tightly bound by the Holy Light Chain.

Seeing this, the Old Demon Emperor slumped onto the bench, constantly murmuring, "How is it possible... How could this happen..."

He recognized that these were from their world’s race, named the Tree Spirit Race, a race very similar to Earth people; there were many communities similar to the Tree Spirit Race in their world too.

But now, after Xue Dili fully explained the origin of the female corpse and the birth of the Wraith Demon, the Old Demon Emperor immediately became dejected.

"I forgot, in soul state, one is in a dazed state, forgetting how much time has passed. So, maybe my hometown had already become a haven for the undead disaster?" he whispered softly.

Who knows how long this female corpse has been here, proving that their world might not be just beginning an undead disaster but has been ravaged for an unknown length of time.

The notable characteristic of an undead disaster is that the stronger the enemy, the stronger it becomes.

On Earth, when an undead disaster erupted, the undead were merely speed bumps for trucks, after all, Earth people were too weak, lacking any organs to store and absorb magic power, so the undead they could create couldn’t even compare to Skeleton Soldiers.

As long as trucks keep moving, they can traverse Earth’s biological crisis without hindrance.

But the Old Demon Emperor’s world is different!

In their world, there’s a group of short-lived battle maniacs, legendary as common as dogs, myths walk everywhere, even a person like the Old Demon Emperor, who is infinitely close to an Apostle, can be besieged and killed.

That’s a group that fights for resources, areas, precious water, and food, capable of developing magic solely for slaughter.

In the Old Demon Emperor’s world, everyone desperately squeezes their life force, converting it into combat power, and the magic they use have much higher lethality than their own level.

Even the Old Demon Emperor’s blood magic is like this; everyone’s magical damage is substantially higher than conventional techniques, but their defense is pitifully weak, leading to endless magical backlash in middle age.

Early-stage legendary level magic has a chance to kill mythic level, and even the old undead, a quasi-tier five, can be sneak attacked to death by a newly tier two son, showing how much of a glass cannon this race is.

This is their technical ability, swept by internal warfare for unknown years.

And now, if an undead disaster occurs...

Their original attack force wouldn’t weaken much, but the survival ability and life-preserving capacity the undead could confer will be higher by unknown multiples, especially if the Witch Demon King descends on that planet, garnering his first fortune by digging up corpses...

What follows would be exponential growth in troop deployment and strength, quickly snowballing.

The trickiest aspect of undead is basically anyone dying to an undead disaster becomes an undead only slightly weaker in strength, unless the corpse is thoroughly purified or ground into powder.

Even if frozen for years, it doesn’t help; upon release, they’ll revive.

Thus, the undead grow stronger and more numerous the more they fight, while the living diminish until eventually, when brothers, sisters, friends, parents, and children all turn undead, it becomes a hell beyond hell for anyone.

Moreover, at the Old Demon Emperor’s homeland, all are high attack power with low health glass cannons. If they undergo undead transformation, they’ll become one of the toughest enemies.

"Go! Go, I must hurry back! Damn undead, the dead should remain dead, don’t disturb the world of the living!" the Old Demon Emperor gritted his teeth in anger.

He deeply resents his compatriots, but his resentment is different; he always holds onto the mindset of "I am right, you will regret it," towards his compatriots, hoping he can return home in glory, carrying his new world’s army and equipment to teach those primitives a lesson!

Thus, he can demonstrate to everyone that he was correct! Creating a peaceful, war-free new world, a new era!

Instead of returning to his homeland where no living creature remains, only a throng of twisted, frenzied undead rotting on this land!

Xue Dili didn’t leave directly but said, "Do you know who the enemy is? How many undead we’re facing, where the Witch Demon King is, or is there an undead above the Witch Demon King?"

The Old Demon Emperor was suddenly stunned; when his anger was interrupted, he gradually calmed down, realizing his anger at this moment was futile.

He didn’t even know how long he had been dead; so much time passed, there was no rush in these few minutes.

On the other hand, even the Old Demon Emperor knows the characteristic of an undead disaster: as long as the leader isn’t dead and the core position of the undead army is unknown, killing more undead is meaningless.

Even if all lower-level undead were eliminated, it wouldn’t solve the problem, and without requesting the Interstellar Corps’ Star Annihilator Cannon, it would be nearly impossible to completely wipe out all undead.

The Old Demon Emperor instantly calmed down, saying, "What should we do then? Even immediately upon arrival, we can’t hide; the breath between the living and dead differs greatly, and to the undead, our presence is like lighting a flare at night."

"I need to find a way too." Xue Dili could only say this.

Face-to-face with the undead without any intelligence?

If it were in the past, Xue Dili would have charged right in, but after mingling in the Mist Council for so long, he also knew the source of undead disaster stems from Apostles.

So don’t panic, it’s a great problem, but panicking won’t help.