Of course, this also includes him using the Quicksand Skill between his fingers to learn the basic knowledge of starship repair.
However, for soone born and raised on Water Blue Star, learning such high-end technology products of interstellar civilization is more difficult than he imagined.
Even though Ziwei had ntioned that most of the technology used in these starships is Dark Spirit Technology, making it much easier for a Dark Spirit to learn than an ordinary person.
But the progress Zhang Xiaoman made these days in learning within the Quicksand Skill was not pleasing, due to the lack of understanding of basic knowledge.
It’s like teaching an ancient person how to repair a supercar.
The technological content and the gap in fundantal scientific knowledge are so vast that it makes him less knowledgeable than a modern middle school student.
This is why he hasn’t officially started the starship repair work.
Aside from matters concerning the Unshacklers Association and the Wildfire Tavern, he also needs to first master so basic knowledge of repairs through the starship’s database.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoman has enough ti.
The Quicksand Skill is a divine skill for him to learn knowledge.
Humanity’s greatest need—ti, has beco a wealth that he can acquire at will.
...
In the central garden of the Undead Temple, a crowd gathered, surrounding the massive platform.
On the platform was a stone coffin made of Ghost Ore, inside which lay the corpse of Great Druid Acatus quietly.
After days of the Undead aura nurturing, Acatus’s face no longer had the redness of initial death, but wore a cold expression.
This was due to Acatus having the constitution of a Ninth-tier Druid.
Even after nearly a month of death, nurtured in the Land of the Undead for so long, he never decayed.
If he had been a normal person, he might have long turned into a skeleton.
Regina, as his niece, previously had political disagreents with this uncle, but after the God War, having experienced life-and-death together, their relationship unknowingly beca much closer.
Now she stood by the stone coffin, looking at the person lying inside with complex eyes, bowing slightly, singing a blessing hymn from the Moon God Priest.
Beside her, Hillna held a sword and stood, also slightly bowing in song.
The hundreds of undead below did the sa.
They were once high-level professionals of the Full Moon Duchy, most of them nobles of that ti who believed in the Moon God, naturally also singing the hymn Regina sang.
At this mont, the garden of the deceased was filled only with a light song, a beautiful lody sung by these undead, carrying an ethereal and winding feeling.
Ziwei, perhaps also moved by the solemn ritual atmosphere, stood alone in a distant pavilion quietly watching, waiting for that person to arrive.
A cold breeze gently swept through, stirring several unknown plants in the garden emitting eerie purple light, rustling like whispering ghosts crying.
A figure suddenly appeared silently on the platform, standing with hands clasped before the heavy stone coffin, quietly observing the person inside.
"Master!"
Seeing this scene, Hillna imdiately interrupted her singing and uttered a call.
All others were also alard by her cry, now realizing the presence of another figure on the platform.
Everyone was shocked at this mont.
On one hand, it was the soundless and stealthy arrival, as if standing there from the start, only unnoticed by them.
On the other hand, Hillna’s address sent shockwaves through their hearts.
Undead Monarch.
Ji Xing.
That was their new King.
This na, since Hillna’s return, the undead had heard countless tis.
Hillna’s return brought them hope, allowing them the possibility of continued survival.
This touched them even more than the victory of the God War.
After all, living in the Abyss, even if the gods harvested the world’s life, it seed to not affect them.
Instead, this person mastering the long-lost powers of undead magic was their greatest concern.
"Master!"
At this mont, all the undead collectively bowed, performing the most solemn ceremony from their noble days.
Zhang Xiaoman turned around, his eyes glowing golden, looking at the crowd below.
In the Spiritual Vision Skill’s perception, these were figures with imnse elental power.
"Not bad."
He gently nodded, satisfied with the group Hillna sent him.
These were among the few remaining high-level forces within the Undead Clan, almost all over the Seventh Tier, including so Eighth Rank powerhouses.
After all, weaker ones were long decayed over hundreds of years, unable to survive till now.
Hearing the Undead Monarch’s voice, everyone acted like receiving a decree from a saint, straightening their bodies, eyes downcast at his feet, exuding a humble posture.
Whether out of Hillna’s orders or Zhang Xiaoman’s Undead Monarch identity, their displayed attitude was sufficiently respectful.
Although Zhang Xiaoman didn’t care for such formal respect, he saw no reason to adjust them at this mont.
At least such an attitude pleased him, as it ant the upcoming integration work would be smoother.
Waving his hand, a cold aura emanated from his palm, spreading into the bodies of these high-level undead below, instantly invigorating them.
This was the Undead Wind, a rudintary application of undead magic, a frightening Death Wind to living beings, but a delightful manna to these undead.
All the undead showed excitent at this mont, having forgotten when they last experienced such a relaxed feeling.
Decaying bodies made their spirits numb.
Without nourishnt from undead magic, even these high-level undead would eventually fall to the erosion of ti.
Zhang Xiaoman granted them so power, rely a greeting gift, promising more power as long as they followed him.
This needed no further explanation.
The undead surely understood.
Turning, he received the Purple Cloud Divine Sword from Hillna’s hands, focusing on the figure within the stone coffin.
The body had been almost fully nurtured by undead aura, it was ti for him to act.
"Soul adrift, person without anchor, husk stripped of color, soul forgotten by the world... You have slumbered long enough... Now, in my na, be awakened once more... Arise."
Zhang Xiaoman gently placed the Purple Cloud Divine Sword on the stone coffin, letting icy blue undead magic flow through the blade into the body of the Great Druid.
Initially, he didn’t plan to utter such an edgy line.
But since Hillna set the atmosphere, he went with the flow.
At least it could add so prestige in the minds of these undead for easier future control.
After all, as a Star Alliance Master who rose by bluffing, impromptu dramatic lines were fundantal skills.
At this mont, the crowd below watched solemnly, gazing with fervor, eyes filled with unparalleled expectation.
For the first ti in centuries, soone displayed undead magic before them.
It was also the first ti a new kin was awakened before their eyes.
This marked their farewell to decay, the rebirth shedding the identity of the forgotten.
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