Lear kept vigil until dawn, but the situation did not encounter any further surprises.

The undead that fell into the swamp were immediately cleared out by the army.

No damage was done.

However, it’s clear that the aftermath of the dimensional collapse of the Undead Plane is far from over.

After a night of brewing, when the sun rose in the morning, Lear could distinctly feel the air thickening with undead essence.

What weighed heavily on the heart was—during the slaughter of the Three-tailed Pig in the morning, some of the corpses were actually absorbing undead energy.

If it hadn’t been discovered in time, they would have quickly transformed into undead life forms.

As expected, by the evening of the 22nd, many low-level undead appeared outside the swamp... all transformed from some abandoned bodies and bones.

Fortunately, when he noticed the anomaly, he mobilized the Power of Authority to seal the cemetery where the sacrificed warriors were buried... otherwise, those martyrs would surely have been converted into undead.

The collapse of the Undead Plane has indeed affected the Main Plane, and this aftermath is bound to be exceptionally profound.

On the night of the 22nd, the situation began to stabilize gradually, and no further incidents occurred.

As Lear was planning to go back for a rest, black and red energy suddenly surged from the void.

The energy condensed in front of him into the shadow of the Goddess of Misfortune.

A satisfied smile hung on the opposite’s cool visage.

It seems that the collapse of the Undead Plane greatly benefitted the opposite party.

"Good evening, Your Highness..."

The Goddess of Misfortune said pleasantly.

"Good evening, Lord Lear."

"The Undead Plane indeed collapsed as you predicted!"

"I have extracted a portion of the Origin Power from the Undead Plane..."

Lear’s eyes immediately lit up.

As one of the three most malevolent planes, the Undead Plane has always been a unique entity.

How ferocious would this Origin Power be?

As the Goddess of Misfortune finished speaking, she waved her right hand.

A cluster of energy emitting a pale glow appeared in her hand.

In an instant, the undead energy in the sky surged wildly towards it, all pouring into that pale glowing orb.

"This portion of Origin Power contains part of the Authority of the Undead... your subordinate who wields the Authority of Rekindling can control it."

"I still have use for the remaining power."

She then waved her hand, dividing the energy and slowly handing a portion over.

Lear reached out to accept it, immediately perceiving the terrifying Power of the Undead.

If it were a mortal, they would instantly be transformed into undead, even becoming a slave to this power.

The Swamp Divine Format within detected the anomaly and immediately radiated a blue glow, neutralizing the oppressive force from the Authority of the Undead.

At that instant, the Intelligence System in his mind suddenly refreshed.

[You have obtained a portion of the Origin Power of the Undead Plane, containing 5% of the Authority of the Undead, gained an extra piece of intelligence—after letting the Flesh Butcher control the Origin Power of the Undead Plane, it can convert the occupied Undead Plane fragments into its own Divine Kingdom, eventually allowing those Dragon hatchlings to directly transform into Extraordinary Level Dragons of Death within the Undead Divine Kingdom.]

Lear was greatly surprised looking at this suddenly refreshed hint.

Wow, this Origin Power is so potent?!

Not only does it contain 5% of the Authority of the Undead, it also allows the Flesh Butcher to transform fragments of the Undead Plane into its own Divine Kingdom?!

It could even allow the Dragon of Death to ascend to Extraordinary later...

This is too thrilling!

His eyes turned towards the Goddess of Misfortune who had already put away the remaining Origin Power, feeling utterly pleased.

The gift from the opposite this time is indeed rich and generous.

This golden intelligence of 6 Stars was well worth it, satisfying.