Disastrous Necromancer

Lin Moyu witnessed firsthand the astonishing speed of a god-level powerhouse as Yan Kuangsheng transported them across dozens of kilometers in an instant. The sheer wind pressure was overwhelming, nearly crushing him as they traveled, and his ears rang with an eerie silence—sound itself had been left far behind.

The once familiar Bloody Land had vanished, replaced by a vast emptiness stretching endlessly before him. Lin Moyu noticed something peculiar: the world appeared to be encased in a glass-like barrier. Beyond the barrier, it seemed as though another world existed, one that strangely felt familiar to him...

Suddenly, it clicked. Lin Moyu remembered his time after the Dragonkind Frontline Outpost dungeon explosion. He had fallen into the void, a chaotic place where swirling energy currents threatened to destroy him. The glass-like barrier before him was now holding back that same deadly energy, separating this world from the void.

"Teacher, what is that?" Lin Moyu asked curiously.

Yan Kuangsheng responded casually, "That’s a spatial barrier. Beyond it is the void. It looks fragile, like glass, but it's incredibly strong. Even I would struggle to break through it. But it’s not something you need to worry about right now. Let’s just watch the show."

"Watch the show...?" Lin Moyu followed his teacher's gaze.

In the distance, a warship cut through space at high speed, leaving a bright trail in its wake. Several figures stood aboard, each radiating an extraordinary presence. Although Lin Moyu couldn’t precisely gauge their power, his instincts told him they were formidable—likely level 80-plus top-level, possibly even god-level class users. Yet, despite their impressive aura, the disdain in Yan Kuangsheng’s eyes made it clear that none of these individuals were stronger than him.

"See those old guys at the front? They’re Grand Councillors of the empire." Yan Kuangsheng said with a smirk.

Lin Moyu felt an immediate sense of respect. In the empire, Grand Councillors were highly revered, often retired members of the Twelve Councillors—the empire's governing body. Though they no longer held active roles, their counsel was sought on major decisions. Even the Twelve Councillors had to defer to them at times.

"Teacher, are these Grand Councillors all god-level powerhouses?" Lin Moyu asked, genuinely curious.

Yan Kuangsheng sneered, "God-level? Not even close. Have you ever seen a Councillor who made it to god-level? Those who fail to reach god-level end up becoming Councillors, plain and simple. When they retire and become Grand Councillors, they’re no closer to god-level. At best, they’re level 90 fake gods—nothing but rubbish."

His tone was dripping with disdain. As a mighty level 95 god-level powerhouse, Yan Kuangsheng stood at the pinnacle of power. He had even slain several Demon Kings from the Abyss. Naturally, he looked down on these fake gods.