The Wolf-Head King's exaggerated laughter froze on his face. "The heavens are truly unfair to us, the Undead! The evolution of life in my Land of the Dead is far more difficult than human cultivation. It takes us hundreds, even thousands of years just to cultivate a human form!
As long as humans have enough energy, they can effortlessly cultivate to the Cosmic Level or even higher, and they can unlock their internal space!
But for our race, we must break through to the Cosmic Level to truly shatter the shackles of the universe and unlock our own space.
If I could have reached the War God Level and unlocked my internal space sooner, why would I need you to go on this risky venture!"
Upon the King's enormous wolf head, a pair of lupine eyes glowed with red light. If the light from those lesser wisps was like flickering candlelight, then his gaze was a tangible blade, capable of piercing your very consciousness with a single look.
He looked at Linden. "Linden, what do you say?"
