The forging techniques of the Blazing Dragon were no secret to Chen Feng. Back when he was in the ***, the Dragon had given him a shovel made of Black Gold Iron, forged using various rare ores. He had never seen anyone else capable of forging weapons that could transform, apart from the Blazing Dragon. But being able to forge and becoming a grandmaster who could pass down the craft for generations were entirely different matters. This greatly puzzled Chen Feng. When had he ever founded a school based on his forging skills? And what was the meaning of having his disciples and subsequent generations dwelling in a place surrounded by demonic beasts within the Frozen Demon Garden? Thinking of the Frozen Demon Garden, Chen Feng’s heart stirred. On the continent, besides the Frozen Demon Garden, there seemed to be no other place housing Wyverns and Dragons—those peculiar creatures. Were these offspring bred between this Dragon race and others experimental subjects of the Blazing Dragon, or perhaps his descendants? This line of thought made his head swim. Chen Feng shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it, and looked at the golden statue of the Blazing Dragon ahead with a wry smile, muttering to himself: Why are you everywhere I go! You, the Transmigrator, have succeeded far too well... His shadow was present wherever he went. Although the Blazing Dragon, this Transmigrator, had fallen, he must have brought endless shockwaves to this world. Unifying the Dragon race and establishing the Dragon Domain, creating artificial gods, uniting the entire God Clan to create the civilization of the Realm of Nature, guiding the gods through space and time... Any one of these achievements would ensure eternal fame. Now, he had pioneered an entire generation of the forging industry—it was truly admirable. Seeing Chen Feng standing frozen, the old man assumed he had believed his words. Realizing the ancestor’s statue was an artifact thousands of years old, the elder felt a surge of amusement mixed with a degree of nervousness. During their previous dispute about the history of the Tie Family’s forging process, his attitude had been poor. Would the other party hold a grudge over such a minor issue? He took a careful look and, seeing no sign of anger on Chen Feng’s face, finally relaxed. The mighty ones all had their quirks; they disliked being contradicted. It seemed this young man before him was quite "normal." If Chen Feng knew the elder’s impression of him was merely that he was "normal," he might just weep buckets... “Can you tell me about your Ancestor?” Chen Feng asked casually, pushing the Blazing Dragon out of his mind. “The Ancestor lived over ten thousand years ago. All I know is that during the great chaos that swept the world, the Ancestor brought our people here for refuge and taught us the forging techniques. I know nothing else,” the old man sighed, somewhat embarrassed. As a descendant, it was hard to speak of not knowing his Ancestor’s history. Chen Feng had anticipated this outcome and felt no great disappointment. He continued, “From my interaction with the Necromancer and your relationship just now, it seems things aren’t good between you. What exactly is going on?” “Those damnable Necromancers!” the old man roared. “They live on the other side of Mount Kula, and originally, our Tie Family and they had no cause to meddle in each other’s affairs. Although they are powerful, they still needed our forging skills to craft their weapons for them, so they dared not push us too far.” “About a month ago, our clansmen discovered a Black Gold Iron mine on Mount Kula. Somehow, the Necromancers learned of this news. They immediately claimed it was on the boundary line and demanded half. We naturally refused such an insolent request—besides, they don't know how to forge; wouldn't obtaining the ore just be a waste? Following that, the Necromancers injured our clansmen and threatened us: either we forge armor and weapons for them, or we would all be killed.” “The clansmen responsible for mining chose death over submission. Thousands of them suffered a terrible fate simultaneously. They then gave us a final ultimatum: if we did not submit to them by noon today, they would wipe out our entire clan. That’s why... when you first arrived, I mistook you for one of the Necromancers, and that’s why I attacked.” The old man gave a rough explanation. Chen Feng noticed his hesitation as he spoke, realizing he wasn't telling the whole truth. Knowing the general situation was enough; he didn't press for details. He did, however, inquire a few times about the internal structure of the Necromancer faction, but the elder was clueless. Although the Tie Family and the Necromancers were neighbors, separated only by Mount Kula, the Yin energy on the other side was too heavy and terrifyingly sinister; normal people couldn’t bear it, so their knowledge of the enemy was extremely limited. All he knew was of four massive palaces: the Bone Yard, the Burial Ground, the Skeleton Field, and the Judgment Hall, but he had no idea what the functions of these four palaces were. After asking for a while longer, Chen Feng learned about their customs and manner of speech, committing every detail to memory. During their conversation, a commotion erupted outside, and Xiao Hu and Judy entered. “How did it go?” “Ugh, that guy was really stubborn; he just ***d out.” Xiao Hu looked annoyed. The fact that the Necromancer had ***d out was somewhat surprising, but upon reflection, it made sense. It wasn't strange; it merely meant burning his heart fire until he turned to ash. In reality, interrogating a Necromancer was generally impractical; they feared neither pain nor threats, leaving few effective methods to deal with them.

Regardless, they now knew the direction of their lair and wouldn't have trouble finding it. The three conferred and decided to leave immediately for Mount Kula to seek out the Necromancers' den.

However, before the trio could set off, they saw the old man blocking their path with a troubled expression.

“My Lord...”

Seeing his hesitation, Chen Feng became curious. “What is it?”

“It’s like this... We are now completely broken with the Necromancers. If Your Lordship leaves, and they attack us again... we might not be able to hold them off. Since the great multitude saved us once, they wouldn't want to see us slaughtered again, so...”

The old man stammered, clearly embarrassed, but his meaning was evident: with the clan currently besieged, they had no power to fight back. He was hoping the rescuer would see the job through, offering a permanent solution.

Chen Feng considered this, then smiled. “Very well, I will send people to protect your clan. I guarantee no harm will come to you. From now on, we are friends.”

“Yes, friends!” The old man was overjoyed, having latched onto a powerful backer.

Chen Feng took out a personal teleportation array and sent a message to White, instructing him to dispatch twenty thousand soldiers from the Melee Camp and the Impact Camp.

Sending so many troops naturally had a purpose: since they wanted him to protect them, they should provide the weapons and armor... With their forging skills combined with the Black Gold Iron ore, they could certainly forge Saint-tier armor and weapons!

If the Melee Camp wore such gear, their combat effectiveness would undoubtedly multiply several times over.

Regarding the Black Gold Iron ore, Chen Feng also had White dispatch a dedicated mining team to secure the site first.

With arrangements settled, soldiers from the Melee Camp and Impact Camp began setting up camp nearby in trickles. Chen Feng and the others bid farewell to the crowd and flew toward Mount Kula.

Mount Kula was not particularly high. Situated within the Frozen Demon Garden, the entire mountain was covered in snow-white, creating a spectacular sight against the sky. The three traveled at great speed, reaching it in less than ten minutes. Flying over the peak, they noticed a distinct difference; waves of nauseating and irritating energy intermittently seeped out from the other side of the mountain.

“This must be where the undead gather!” Chen Feng judged based on the aura surrounding him. “If we fly further, we’ll definitely be discovered!”

Considering this, he told Xiao Hu and Judy, “There are many Necromancers here, possibly even some at the God level. For safety, I will bestow the aura of the undead upon you both to make movement easier.”

The two nodded in agreement.

Chen Feng activated the power of the Great Universe, splitting off a thread of *** (Desolate Silence) power and using a specialized technique to bestow it upon each of them. Moments later, all three emanated a thick necrotic aura. Even an early-stage God-level expert wouldn't be able to tell if they were Necromancers without a close inspection.

After imbuing them with the necrotic power, they slowly descended from the air and began walking below.

There was little accumulated snow on the ground. The air was cold and damp, punctuated by gusts of chilling wind. The surrounding vegetation was equally bizarre, appearing almost animated, with branches swaying and making creaking sounds.

If not for their profound cultivation and immunity to the influence of the undead, simply walking here would likely scare most people away...

“This place looks different from when I came last time!” Judy transmitted telepathically.

“Different?”

Judy nodded. “It feels like we took the wrong direction. This isn't the place I visited before!”

“Well, since we are here, we adapt,” Chen Feng replied. “Since we took the wrong path, Ling Feng and the others must have taken the right one. Besides, the Necromancers should all be interconnected. We don't have definite news on where Long Xiaoqiang and your father went anyway, so we might as well gather some intelligence here; we might gain something.”

Judy pondered and nodded. This was all they could do now. Furthermore, if Ling Feng and the others found the correct direction, they would likely find a way to notify them.

The three walked deeper into the eerie forest. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath them. Unbeknownst to them, hundreds of Necromancers had swarmed out from the surroundings.

“Who are you?” the tall, thin figure at the center of the Necromancer group asked chillingly.

“We are from the continent!” Chen Feng dared not say more, making up a quick excuse.

Logically, given his profound cultivation, the enemy should have sensed him the moment they approached, yet he felt absolutely no perception, as if something in this place was suppressing his divine sense.

“From the continent?”

The tall, thin Necromancer glanced at the three of them. He circled them once, strange smiles flickering across his ash-gray face. He suddenly sniffed deeply, his expression drastically changing, and he raised his staff with a loud shout.

“Don’t let them run! They are humans!”