I understand you have many inquiries, but my purpose here is to request your assistance.

I promise to address your questions in due course.

Originally named Guaming, this individual undoubtedly hails from the east, and it seems reasonable to presume that he would extend a helping hand.

What task could a formidable figure such as yourself possibly require assistance from someone as junior as I? By you spoke with a tone of respect, for the enigmatic individual had indeed rescued her.

However, before offering aid, it is prudent to ascertain the specifics of the situation.

There exists a certain level of risk.

It should pose no issue for you.

Should success be achieved, one might expect to receive a reward from the system.

Guaming spoke slowly, his demeanor calm and unhurried, then turned his gaze toward Bayou, awaiting her response.

Chapter 365.

Secret conversations by you was equally bewildered, pondering what merits could possibly elevate her in such esteem.

Nevertheless, the promise of a reward and Guam Ming s unwavering conviction compelled her to make an attempt.

Despite her own perceived inadequacies, although unsure of what had drawn the senior's attention to her, she felt a sense of obligation, as he had once saved her.

"It's merely a trivial matter," she replied courteously.

"Even if I hadn't intervened, others would have come to your aid.

" This information was relayed to me.

Guaming<unk>s words ignited by you's thoughts once more.

"Huh? When did I acquire such a background? Could it be that the Lord of the undead suddenly emerged, sweeping across the lands to protect his heir? Might you disclose who that individual is? Bayou gazed at him with an endearing eagerness for knowledge, only to be met with a tur classified.

Indeed, there was a distinct aura reminiscent of an ancient sage in the mountains, one who refrained from divulging too much.

Very well, let us address the matter at hand, she thought to herself.

dismissing his reticence with a huff.

It poses a threat within the dark forest.

I have heard that the weapons of the Lord of the undead possess formidable sealing powers.

As the new lord of the undead, you likely share this capability.

Might I request a glimpse of your weapon? Guaming maintained his tranquil demeanor.

Yet each piece of information he casually revealed left by you astounded.

He had walked the earth in the same era as the lord of the undead, sitting motionless upon a boulder.

Guaming accepted by Yu's saithe as she stepped forward to present it and seized the opportunity to inquire.

Senior, were you and the lord of the undead acquaintances? Shaking his head, Guaming replied.

We have merely crossed paths a few times.

I wouldn't he call his friends.

What do you think of the Lord of the undead as a person? Bayou pressed, seizing the opportunity while he examined her weapon.

Guing pondered for a moment, seemingly rummaging through distant memories.

Most regard him as a reckless youth, though his talent is undeniably exceptional.

A reckless youth? I amused, contemplating whether his character may have ultimately led to his downfall.

Noticing her fascination with the lord of the undead, Guaming elaborated further.

From the collapse of the undead empire to your emergence, it is almost certain that he has perished.

The dark clouds over Marshall state are manifestation of his deeds.

The red moon possesses an enigmatic power that dispels the clouds at night only for them to return with the daylight.

This cycle has endured for centuries.

As he spoke, Asai escaped Guaming s lips, perhaps lamenting the fall of a once great talent or perhaps indicating the limits of his knowledge.

Bou suspicions were confirmed.

She gleaned two significant insights.

Firstly, it seemed almost certain that the lord of the undead was indeed deceased and secondly that he had met his end in Marshall state.

This connection might hold an intrinsic significance considering Bayou s own origins in this very place.

With no further elaboration from Guaming and no additional inquiries from Bayou, they remained in quiet anticipation as he continued to inspect her weapon.

Min, he returned the weapon to Bayou.

Though I have never beheld the weapons of the lore of the undead, your weapon is indeed extraordinary.

I have encountered only three weapons capable of growth.

And he speaks the truth.

Your weapon possesses formidable sealing abilities.

What must I do? Bayou grasp the scythe in her hand, unaware of its sealing capabilities, as the systems introduction had not mentioned them.

However, there was no need for Guing to deceive her.

After contemplating by you surmise that the so-called sealing power must be connected to the weapon's soul manifestation.

There lies a demon sealed within.

I require your scythe to completely seal it.

Guing<unk>s gaze turned towards Bayou.

Could the senior elaborate for me? Bayou estimated that Guaming's strength was at least at the sovereign level, possibly even emperor level.

How could a royal weapon possibly handle something that even he cannot? Moreover, why sealing instead of killing? It could be that the demon was too powerful for him to confront.

Yet, if he was incapable of defeating it, how could he seal it? Clearly, this demon could not be slain by his own capabilities.

The demon is known as the source of fear, a malevolent entity of the mental realm.

It is formless and intangible, unable to be wholly destroyed, only sealed.

As for its origins, Guaming fell into contemplation, a flicker of pain crossing his features.

Soon he composed himself and resumed speaking while Bayou silently listened.

Regarding its origins, you should comprehend that it is not a native creature, but rather a type of soldier belonging to a lord.

As for this lord, I shall refrain from naming him.

He was my dear friend, possessing a talent rivaling that of the lord of the undead, the foremost lord of his time, akin to your present self.

Guimming paused momentarily, allowing Bayou ample time to digest this information.

Bayou was not overly surprised.

If such an immortal and indestructible mental soldier existed, achieving the pinnacle would be an inevitable outcome.

He and the Lord of the Undead shared a complex bond of mutual respect and rivalry.

When he learned of the Lord of the Undead's tragic failure in his ascension, he was filled with rage, yearning for vengeance.

Unfortunately, his own realm was insufficient, and he was gravely injured by the major powers, forcing him into hiding.

Bayuka discerned that this once great lord bore the traits of a passionate youth.

Fiercely opposed to evil, which explained his eventual kinship with a somewhat reckless lord of the undead.

During his time in seclusion to recover, an unexpected event transpired.

He fell in love with a woman who was not of the human race.

Yet he resolutely pursued this love.

Eventually they bore a son and upon healing he broke through his limitations, reemerging before the major powers.

Unbeknownst to many, he had sought me out prior to this.

The subsequent events were all too predictable.

Such a disillusioned youth would never rest until he avenged the lord of the undead.

In truth, by that time, his quest for vengeance had transcended mere retribution.

It became a righteous fury against this filthy survival of the fittest world as he sought to eradicate the repugnant major powers.

Ultimately his solitary struggle seemed destined for an inevitable conclusion.

He confided in me that he had fallen under the influence of the source of fear, a hybrid breed of combatants.

Should he perish, he would be manipulated into a puppet, destined to eliminate all those who dwelled in his memories.

He was determined to shield his wife and children from harm.

Forcibly extricating himself from this fate.

In his benevolence, he bestowed upon me a tome of advanced spatial magic.

Through his minership, I too succeeded in advancing the forbidden incantation.

Mastering the art of sealing the source of fear.

Consequently, his own strength diminished.

Fully aware that he could not emerge and scathe from this conflict, he chose to persist.

For it was his path to divinity, a choice he made for himself.

Before parting, he expressed a hope that if I were ever to encounter his daughter, I would convey to her the depth of his love.

Guaming inhaled deeply, followed by a prolonged sigh.

Have you seen his daughter over the years? Bayou inquired of Guaming.

I have seen her, though she has yet to see me.

She's also your friend named Enshi.