Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 484: Even If I Were To resurrect, I Wouldn't Be Me A

[Lightning elental immunity 1%]

Lin Moyu held a piece of Lightning Elental Essence in his hand and activated it with his spirit force.

The Lightning Elental Essence flowed into his body like water, and a notification appeared.

The increase was only 1%, but Lin Moyu was quite satisfied.

His lightning elental immunity had already reached 80%, with the upper limit being 90%. At this stage, every 1% gain was hard-won.

The Lightning Elental Essence contained an exceptionally pure form of lightning elent, even purer than that of Lightning Gems.

For soone with no lightning elental immunity, a single piece could potentially raise it to over 50%.

But the closer one got to the upper limit, the harder it beca to improve.

Unless they had a rare treasure, like the Poison Greater Gem, capable of instantly boosting immunity to 80%, the typical upper limit.

The first piece of Lightning Elental Essence raised Lin Moyu’s lightning elental immunity to 81%.

It took two more to reach 82%, and another three to hit 83%. The requirents kept increasing.

Fortunately, the cave had abundant Lightning Elental Essence. Lin Moyu gathered and activated them as he moved forward.

Before long, his lightning elental immunity reached 90%, hitting his current upper limit.

To surpass this limit would require a special opportunity.

But Lin Moyu had a feeling that such an opportunity might be close at hand.

Even though his lightning elental immunity had maxed out, he continued to collect the remaining Lightning Elental Essences.

Although Lightning Elental Essence had no official grade, many regarded it as comparable to legendary-grade treasures.

The lightning elent in this cave must have accumulated over countless years to form the Lightning Elental Essences, and now Lin Moyu had taken them all.

The cave itself wasn’t very long, stretching just over 1,000 ters.

Before long, he reached its end.

By then, Lin Moyu's storage space held over 500 pieces of Lightning Elental Essence, an incredibly valuable haul.

At the cave’s end, he entered a vast cavern buried deep within the mountain.

Lightning illuminated the entire chamber, yet an eerie silence hung in the air.

Silent bolts of lightning slithered about like serpentine streams.

Lin Moyu swallowed and murmured, “As expected.”

“This really is the Lightning God’s Palace.”

But even his voice vanished the mont it was spoken. Sound simply couldn’t travel here.

The cavern was engulfed in absolute silence.

Ahead of him stood a grand and magnificent palace.

The palace was the source of the lightning.

Whether it was the cavern or the entire Lightning Burial Canyon, all the lightning originated from the Lightning God's Palace before him.

Lin Moyu instantly recognized it. The palace bore an unmistakable symbol: the Lightning God's Sword.

He had that very sword in his possession.

[Lightning God’s Sword: the sword of the Lightning God, as well as the key to the Lightning God’s Palace.]

When Lin Moyu first obtained the Lightning God’s Sword, he had learned it was the key to unlocking the Lightning God's Palace.

But no one knew where the palace was located.

Who would’ve thought the Lightning God's Palace was hidden in a danger zone like the Lightning Burial Canyon.

Lin Moyu stood before the palace gate, massive and tightly shut. In front of it was a stone with a narrow slit.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and inserted the Lightning God’s Sword into the slit.

The sword instantly erupted with radiant lightning, resonating in perfect harmony with the surrounding lightning.

In an instant, the entire cavern transford into a vast sea of lightning.

Lin Moyu stood at its center, unfazed as bolts of lightning rained down on him.

As the wielder of the Lightning God’s Sword, the lightning did not harm him. On the contrary, it seed to welco him.

Lin Moyu could sense emotions within the lightning.

The lightning elent felt welcoming, jubilant, ecstatic in his presence.

Amid the brilliance, the massive palace gate began to open. Lin Moyu stepped inside.

After untold years, the Lightning God’s Palace had finally opened again, for him.

The Lightning God, like the Poison God, was a mid-tier God.

But legend held that the Lightning God was stronger than the Poison God, standing at the peak of mid-tier, bordering on high-tier.

Lin Moyu had once seen a projection of the Lightning God. He rembered the mont vividly, how the Lightning God was ultimately slain by a Dreadbeast King.

It had been a tragic sight, one that left a deep impression.

The truth of that distant past was long buried. Few knew the real story behind the war between the Gods and the Dreadbeasts.

Perhaps the answers awaited him inside the Lightning God’s Palace.

The palace interior was modest in size and sparsely furnished, with only a few simple decorations.

Yet everything here—every plant, every ornant—was composed entirely of lightning elent.

Countless years have passed, and only elental constructs could endure such ti. Anything else would have long decayed into nothing.

Passing through the front hall, Lin Moyu arrived at the main hall, and imdiately noticed that part of it was missing.

He could sense the lingering traces of a fierce battle.

“Was the palace attacked?” Lin Moyu wondered silently.

As he stepped into the main hall, he saw a corpse.

“A God’s corpse!”

It was the Lightning God’s corpse.

Despite the countless years, the corpse remained perfectly preserved, with lightning clinging to it like armor.

The lightning was so concentrated it had taken on a liquid form. Flowing slowly like molten energy.

Only one place remained untouched: the space between the brows.

And there, above the brows, there was a faint symbol of shaped like a short blade of grass.

Lin Moyu imdiately understood.

He took out the Lightning Grass and gently placed it on the symbol.

[Lightning Grass: can be used to awaken the Lightning God]

The mont the Lightning Grass touched the symbol, it was absorbed into the God’s corpse.

From the forehead, a surge of lightning erupted, fusing with the lightning already coiled around the body.

In an instant, the entire chamber lit up with blinding brilliance. Lin Moyu instinctively stepped back.

The Lightning God’s corpse began to stir within the lightning, slowly awakening.

Lin Moyu watched, tense. He had no idea whether he had just made the right decision.

If the Lightning God bore even a trace of hostility, Lin Moyu knew he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Not even his Elental Liches' self-destruction would be enough against a real God.

Perhaps detonating the Poison God’s corpse would be his only option.

Lin Moyu had once been moved by the deep loneliness resonating from the Lightning God’s Sword. At the ti, he had made a vow: if ever given the chance, he would awaken its master.

Now, he had fulfilled that promise.

But he was also ready.

If the Lightning God turned hostile, he would fight with everything he had—even if it ant mutual destruction.

Under his watchful gaze, the Lightning God’s body slowly rose into the air. The lightning that had cloaked them began to converge, gathering toward the forehead.

Shortly after, the lightning dispersed, revealing the Lightning God’s true form.

“A woman?”

Lin Moyu was montarily stunned. He hadn’t expected the Lightning God to be female.

She hovered gracefully, tall and poised, appearing no different from a human, except for the two pairs of lightning wings gently flapping behind her.

Outside the palace, the Lightning God’s Sword responded. It turned into a streak of lightning and flew straight into her hand.

Lin Moyu’s body tensed, every nerve on edge. He was ready to strike at the slightest sign of danger.

But the Lightning God did not attack. She gently caressed the sword, then opened her eyes.

Lin Moyu froze. Her gaze was not fierce, but filled with unfathomable loneliness, as if soone who had outlived everyone and everything they’d once held dear.

The emotion spread through the chamber like a silent tide, seeping into Lin Moyu’s heart.

He realized that this was the origin of the loneliness he had sensed in the Lightning God’s Sword.

At the sa ti, why the place was soundless—it was a reflection of her heart.

The Lightning God disliked noise. She had erased all sound from the place, creating a realm of eternal silence.

She continued to stroke the sword in her hand, as if reminiscing with an old friend.

“Thank you, Young Human Friend.”

A voice echoed not through the air, but directly within Lin Moyu’s mind.

The Lightning God hadn’t spoken aloud; her words were carried through spirit transmission.

Lin Moyu replied, “I made a promise to the Lightning God’s Sword that I would awaken its master.”

“This sword was my dearest comrade. To see it one last ti before I die, I have no regrets.”

Lin Moyu was taken aback, “Die? Aren’t you alive?”

“Alive?” The Lightning God slowly lifted her head and t his gaze, “This is only a soul remnant I left behind in the Lightning Grass. My soul was destroyed in the great war long ago.”

Lin Moyu’s response ca instinctively, “But can’t you resurrect? I thought Gods were nearly impossible to kill for good.”

She shook her head gently, “It’s not so simple. Even if I were to resurrect, I wouldn’t be anymore. What’s the point of resurrection then?”

“That war was too brutal. Every contingency, every backup plan I prepared failed.”

“I'm not afraid of death, but it's a pity I died too late.”

“My comrades are gone, my people are dead; only I remain…”

“To see the Lightning God's Sword one last ti—that's enough."

The loneliness was now tinged with sorrow and a hint of detachnt. The Lightning God clearly didn't fear death.

After a pause, Lin Moyu asked, “Was it the Dreadbeast King who killed you?”

The Lightning God gave a quiet chuckle, “Sort of, but not exactly.”

“Tell , Young Human Friend, what is the world like now?”