Commanding Wind and Cloud

Cech Flet looked at this beast that he killed. After striking a vital point on his enemy, he wouldn’t attack again. That was his combat habit, but now it seemed like he had to change it when facing these new enemies.

Qian Jin didn’t say anything more. Instead, he gave people enough time to think and accept this.

It wasn’t easy for people to accept the fact that undead creatures were real. If he didn’t understand runes and never entered the Endless World, Qian Jin wouldn’t believe this either.

"Let’s go." Qian Jin got up and slowly walked deeper into the desert, and he thought to himself, "Is it a coincidence that we ran into undead creatures here? Or is it something else? Where is Luna? How come we are already so deep into the desert, yet I don’t see her."

After traveling for a night, Qian Jin wasn’t the only one with such thoughts. The group encountered many demon beasts, and many of them were in the undead form. Although those demon beasts were taken down when the team worked together, a single warrior could no longer kill demon beasts with ease.

"Mountains! This is a nice place." Duren Burg looked at a moderate-sized mountain and said, "I’m surprised that we can see a mountain here."

"Let’s go and take a look." Qian Jin moved forward carefully as he said, "If it is safe, let’s rest in there."

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing a mountain at this place, the discomfort and ominous feeling in their minds started to disappear.

Most of the mountains had caves in them, and so did this mountain. Qian Jin and Duren Burg inspected the cave inside and outside for a while, and they noticed that there weren’t any hidden dangers and didn’t have a secret tunnel leading to somewhere mysterious.

"Some people lived here before." Iron who rarely spoke said something that everyone knew.

Before entering the cave, this group of warriors already noticed the clear digging marks. Also, there were ten stone rooms in the cave, and it was clear that they were artificially created.

"I need to become a saint; I need some time." Cech Flet placed his hand on his chest and said with a pained expression as he walked toward one stone room. "I need some time to digest the Heart of Lucifer and then become a saint warrior. Without digesting it, I feel like I can never become a saint. The essence of the Heart of Lucifer is beneficial to me, but it is also a roadblock. If I don’t absorb it, I can’t become a saint."

Glints flashed in Duren Burg’s eyes as he agreed with Cech Flet. In the last while, his warrior soul had reached the peak, and he felt like his bloodline power could wake up at any time.

If it were before, as long as he activated the bloodline battle form to stimulate his bloodline power forcefully, he would awaken it with a 90 percent chance and become a saint warrior.

But now...

Duren Burg tried to advance several times and felt like something was in his way. Hearing what Cech Flet said, Duren Burg finally realized what was blocking him.

"It seems like we must absorb the essence before becoming saints," Duren Burg sighed and said. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Before becoming a saint, our foundation and accumulation will be even firmer, and we will be more powerful when we advance. However, we are stuck at this moment..."

Cech Flet walked into a stone room in silence.

The Ancient Desert Sea was getting more and more strange, and no one knew how powerful the demon beasts and undead creatures would be if they ventured deeper in.

In a battle not long ago, Qian Jin and Duren Burg used their Destruction Soul Realm and Teleportation Soul Realm to kill an undead creature relative quickly. However, if one of them didn’t have their unique abilities, the battle would be troublesome even if it wouldn’t be tough.

Saint! Cech Flet felt the importance and the urgency of becoming a saint warrior. Now that he had a saint item, he had the highest chance of becoming a saint out of the group. If he could successfully become a saint warrior, the chance of everyone staying alive in this desert would increase drastically.

Qian Jin walked out of the mountain and buried himself in the sand. While training his warrior power and trying to make his warrior souls more mature, he observed the environment around him.

"Warrior soul... soul-power..." Although Qian Jin was now a soul-power warrior, and he could rival half-saint warriors by using the Ultra-Fake Soul twice and his various inspirations from nature, it couldn’t hide the fact that his warrior souls weren’t at their peaks yet.

Perhaps the quality and purity of Qian Jin’s warrior souls had reached the peak level, but his actual warrior power volume was lacking, and he couldn’t become a saint warrior just yet. Even if he relied on the quality of his warrior souls and forced himself to become a saint warrior, his strength and capabilities would be far inferior compared to his peers.

Warrior power volume! Qian Jin got to where he was today by relying on the quality of his warrior power. For the first time in his life, he was anxious about his warrior power volume.

After everyone settled down in the cave and started training, it was daytime again in the Ancient Desert Sea. The dry and heated air engulfed the entire desert again.

...

Qian Jin quickly crawled out of the sand and got to the peak of the mountain while looking into the distance.

Zence Matten also suddenly ran out of the cave and looked into the distance.

Troops! Many military forces and formations vaguely appeared further away. It wasn’t an illusion like the mirage. It was real!

Many grey warrior souls were in the distance, and it was hard to detect them under the endless aura of the Ancient Desert Sea.

"This..."

Qian Jin and Zence Matten exchanged a look and saw the shock in each other’s eyes.

Undead creatures! More than one! There was a troop of undead creatures!

This troop wasn’t only in a square formation. It formed a giant circle and surrounded this mountain; there was no loophole for Qian Jin and others to squeeze through. They were completely surrounded!

At this moment, Qian Jin realized many things. These undead creatures weren’t here on a trip; they were here to surround them.

"My dear little brother, hello..."

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded from Iron’s body, and it instantly attracted Qian Jin and Zence Matten’s attention.

Iron looked at his body in confusion; it wasn’t him who just talked.

"Third Brother?" Zence Matten heard the voice and became hostile. Hearing this voice at this moment, it wasn’t a good sign.

"It is me, dear little brother. Are you intrigued by the undead creatures? How does it feel being surrounded by them?" The Third Prince sounded proud, "I will tell you another thing. It was also me who woke up Fanta Kunsa."

"You are also the person who gave us the half shield?" Zence Matten somehow became extremely calm at this moment, and he asked, "So, you are the one who created this trap? The so-called saint items are fake?"

"I gave you the shield, and I made the trap. However, the saint item set might be real. At least when I obtained this half shield, there was a small metal plate with information on it. It said that once someone understands the secret, they will get the treasure which is a saint item set."

"Despicable." Zence Matten threw out a bitter accusation.

"Despicable? I only took out the bait that you guys want, and you all walked into the trap yourselves. I didn’t force you to do anything. It is you guys who want to participate in the New Generation Competition, and it is also you guys who lack saint items to rival with geniuses of other powerful families. You guys had to walk into the trap knowing that it was probably a trap. My dear little brother..."

The Third Prince sped up his speech, but he still sounded proud, "Aren’t you the one who pursues art? What do you think of my art of exploiting others’ mental weaknesses?"

"It is accurate, but it is also disgusting." Zence Matten stared at a button on Iron’s belt coldly and said, "Third Brother, we are brothers. Killing brothers is never an art form."

"My dear little brother, you still don’t understand what art is. We are brothers, but there is only one throne. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Endless sadness flashed in Zence Matten’s eyes as he said, "But we are brothers. If you want the throne, you can tell us that directly. If you tell us that you want to be the empire, we won’t fight with you. You know this."

"My dear little brother, you are dumb. You don’t understand it since you are too young. You don’t understand the attraction of power. When you realize that, you will fight with me. Except me, you are the best prince. Unfortunately for you, you are too young, which is fortunately for me, giving me the opportunity."

The Third Prince scolded Zence Matten with a little bit of pride, "This time, you can’t survive. However, before you die, I will tell you why you lost to me. I know that after you fell into one of my traps on the Frontier, you want the throne. You believe that all other brothers will die if I become the emperor, right? You are right!"

The Third Prince’s tone suddenly became cold and murderous. "If I become the emperor, everyone must die! That is the only way which my throne will be secured. Before killing them, I need to kill you first. You are calmer, more farsighted, and have a cleaner execution. More importantly, you once had the heart of an emperor."

"You were confident, ruthless, intelligent, and logical. You were never swayed by emotions." The Third Prince spoke even faster. "I thought that it would be hard to eliminate you, but I’m surprised that the stars gave me such a great opportunity. You encountered Qian Jin."

"Haha, although it seems like your luck got better after you met Qian Jin. Your strength increased quickly, and everything seemed to be on your side. However, you didn’t know that you lost even more." The Third Prince’s tone became disdainful. "You lost your mercilessness and got useless emotions. Knowing that you are facing great danger, your former self wouldn’t have stepped into the trap like what you are doing now."