At this mont, Leon had no mind to listen to the murmurs of the third-generation old man.
Feeling the aura emitted by Emma, that deathly and cold, yet inexplicably familiar aura, Leon was stunned.
And upon noticing her own changes, Emma's expression also showed a hint of confusion. She then subconsciously raised her head and cast a slightly helpless glance at Leon.
"What is this...?"
"This is a good thing! A very good thing!"
Before Leon could answer, the third-generation old man spoke first, giving a thumbs-up and marveling:
"Although your choice in n is a bit poor, your talent in death powers is truly high, and your understanding of death is clearly different from ordinary people! Hmm... let see."
Reaching into his bosom, he rummaged a couple of tis and took out a dirty pair of reading glasses. After putting them on, the third-generation director scratched the back of his slightly balding head and said without surprise:
"This child has a bloodline tied to death, naturally possessing several shards of death power. If you count upwards in your ancestry, there should have been at least eight or nine Grand Shaman-level diums, and they have all passed down the power fragnts to you."
"Grand Shaman-level diums?"
"They are the kind of human diums who, by practicing the Grand Court Secret Technique for many years, have slightly comprehended the corresponding powers."
Glancing back at Leon, who wore a surprised look, the third-generation old man explained:
"Although those Grand diums are severely lacking in power, usually only at the level of twenty or thirty Leon Value, due to their lifelong practice of the Grand Court Secret Technique, their understanding of power is not bad, and they can essentially cross the threshold of a True God.
And those who have touched the True God threshold in terms of power are like the situation with the thirteen royal family; they can pass down a portion of the power fragnts they possess to their descendants through their bloodline."
Having explained the issue with the bloodline, the third-generation old man turned around to take another look at Emma, then nodded with a knowing expression and said:
"Besides being extraordinarily gifted, your postnatal experiences are also... hmm... basically accompanied by death at every step, unable to escape for even a mont.
Not only were you noticed early on by the Overlords of the Dead Realm, fostering a child who can naturally transcend life and death, but you've also witnessed and personally experienced a lot of death, and even the anomalies you've awakened are related to death, often going back and forth between life and death... With so many experiences accumulating, you really ought to have so insights."
"Third-generation Lord!"
Fearing that what the third-generation old man said next might touch upon Emma's overly painful past experiences, Leon hurriedly spoke:
"Is it dangerous for Emma to be like this now?"
"What danger could she be in?"
Upon hearing this, the third-generation old man sneered and said:
"Don't worry, as I said before, this is a good thing.
We humans can basically not surpass death; even strong ones like have to die and generally only experience death personally once in a lifeti. So, very few can comprehend death powers; those diums only grasp fragnts of death.
But since the concept of death power is itself largely encompassing, even grasping only ten or twenty percent of it is enough to support a True God-level Overlord of the Dead Realm. As for her current situation, it's akin to a living Overlord of the Dead Realm.
Given her demonstrated potential, when the day cos that she dies, if you can manage to take down an Overlord of the Dead Realm and make room, she can basically take that position directly."
Emma becoming an Overlord of the Dead Realm...?
Exchanging a glance with Emma, whose expression was complex, Leon was about to say sothing when a sharp, screeching sound of tal deformation suddenly ca from the location of the iron pot behind him.
"Oh no! My pot!"
Seeing the n and won tumble out of the overturned pot like dumped dumplings, the third-generation director couldn't help but stomp his foot in distress and hurriedly ran back, crying in a distressed manner:
"Why squeeze, why squeeze! Can't you co out one by one? My pot is deford now!"
"Sorry, Third-generation Lord."
Tidying up his sowhat ssy outer robe, while spots of yellow mud clung to his temples, the embarrassed Archer Director explained:
"Though Leon has already taken control of the Gate of the Deceased, the Realm of the Dead is ultimately the Overlords' territory. Bringing so many people in without alerting them is really not easy. We could only follow the mirror world path Leon opened, sneaking..."
"Alright, alright, how you got in has nothing to do with ."
Sowhat roughly interrupting Archer Director's explanation, the third-generation old man looked at the Taurus Director who was letting himself up against a tombstone and eagerly said:
"Where's the stuff! Hurry up, let take a look! Your skills aren't up to par, don't ruin my materials!"
I knew it would be this line...
Upon hearing the unceremonious evaluation from the third-generation old man, the always gentle Taurus Director rolled his eyes before tossing a small bag embroidered with lotus leaves over and patiently reminded:
"Third-generation Lord, I have already done all the initial processing. There's nothing else to note about the other materials, except for that Pillar God. Compared to other True Gods, it..."
"Its resonance is more special; no matter how it's suppressed, it cannot match with the other materials, so it's either made the 'foundation' or the 'trim,' requiring individual handling... If you can figure this out, wouldn't I know it too?"
"..."
"Alright, no need for this kind of drivel, leave the rest to !"
Untying the cord of the small bag and taking a glance at the forty neatly arranged True God corpses inside, the third-generation old man grinned so widely that even his gums showed, elatedly saying:
"The material handling isn't too bad. I'll get started, and everyone else can just watch from the side... except you!"
At this point, the third-generation old man seed to rember sothing, quickly tightening the cord and stashing the bag back into his coat, then turned his head to look at Leon behind him, pointing cautiously into the distance.
"Stand way back! Best to stand behind a tree! Absolutely no getting close to my pot!"
"..."
Seeing the third-generation old man's expression like guarding against a thief, Leon couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
Old... director, those dozens of True Gods are still provided by , and this is how you treat ?
"Shoo shoo, go quickly!"
Seeing Leon remain standing as if reluctant to move, the third-generation old man stepped half a step back, apparently afraid of getting contaminated by sothing dirty, and nervously urged again:
"That secret technique of yours... Anyway, you make uneasy when you're nearby! My Forging Secret Technique demands full concentration, and your being too close might affect my performance!"
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