Chapter 202: The Road No One Has Ever Walked
As they passed through the Night Song Forest, the three of them, at Osul’s invitation, stayed for another month.
During that month, aside from discussing alchemy with Osul, Lin Yun devoted the rest of his time to studying the eighth rune of the Book of Death. About half a month later, one evening, Lin Yun finally deciphered the eighth rune. Just as he had predicted, its power far surpassed that of the previous seven runes.
This is the true power of the Book of Death...
Lin Yun named the eighth rune Infinity...
That night, Lin Yun quietly left Osul’s cabin and found a pack of Shadow Wolves deep within the Night Song Forest.
The moment the eighth rune was unleashed, Lin Yun truly understood what ‘infinity’ meant. It was a state beyond words—no incantations, no gestures...
In this infinite state, as soon as Lin Yun formed a thought, the corresponding spell would manifest instantly. These spells were completely unaffected by mana, free from the limits of spell exhaustion. In mere moments, Lin Yun wiped out dozens of Shadow Wolves, each at the formidable eighteenth level.
Even after the infinite state faded, Lin Yun stared blankly at his own hands. The experience was unbelievable, beyond anything a normal mage could ever imagine.
You have to understand, spellcasting for mages is usually a painstakingly complex process. But in that infinite state, all that complexity seemed to vanish in an instant. He didn’t even need to think anymore—the only thing left was to cast spell after spell, one after another.
This is just too reckless…
But the price for such recklessness is also terrifyingly high.
Only when I opened the Death Tome did I realize—all five Limit Spells stored within had dimmed in an instant, and the vast Soul Fire was completely drained.
You have to understand, that’s Soul Fire from five Limit Spells.
For a moment, even I couldn’t help but feel a headache. The Soul Fire from five Limit Spells would need at least a thousand bone warriors to provide, but after entering the infinite state, all that Soul Fire lasted only seven seconds.
And this was only the eighth rune.
If I manage to decipher all the remaining runes, the Soul Fire consumed will be astronomical.
Looks like, if I really want to conquer the Undead Plane in the future, I’ll have to figure something out. Otherwise, relying on the Soul Fire I’ve gathered from the Bone Plane, I wouldn’t even last a single infinite state—let alone finish deciphering the rest of the Death Tome.
I suppose only the Undead Plane, that terrifying realm overrun with high-level undead, could keep up with the Death Tome’s insane consumption.
Only now do I finally understand why, after thousands of years, Bain was so obsessed with conquering the Undead Plane.