Yaen shook his head and solemnly recounted his feelings from just now.

Ling Chuan, Su Qi, and Ella's expressions changed, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Su Qi said sadly, "If it weren't for Lu Ning this time, many of us would probably have died. I never thought that we would survive, but Lu Ning..."

While Su Qi and the other two were feeling down, An Lan, Steve, and Jerry were much calmer.

Jerry said speechlessly, "Aren't you guys being too sad too soon? Lu Ning might not even be dead yet."

Steve nodded in deep agreement: "Indeed, you have no idea how many times Lu Ning can die... Last time when we faced the projection of the Hand of the Underworld, to be honest, I don't even know how many times Lu Ning died..."

Jerry nodded and said, "That's right. If Lu Ning hadn't died so many last time, we would all be dead. Even Qinglan Saint would probably be in trouble."

An Lan also spoke up, "Let's wait. Lu Ning's immortality is extraordinary; he shouldn't die so easily."

The previously somewhat sorrowful Yann and the others were stunned.

Osiris was somewhat bewildered: "...This is the power of a god himself, and you call this easy?"

An Lan shook her head and said, "Do you remember? Lu Ning absorbed a lot of the power of the evil gods, including the divine power of the Hand of the Underworld. To be honest, I don't think the Hand of the Underworld would be happy to let Lu Ning absorb its power."

Yann and the others stared wide-eyed.

They hadn't thought of that at all.

"An Lan, are you saying... that Lu Ning should be attacked by the evil god when he absorbs divine power?" Ya En asked in surprise.

An Lan nodded: "Isn't it obvious? That pilgrim should be a chosen one of the Hand of the Underworld. Even the chosen one can summon the power of the Hand of the Underworld, let alone Lu Ning absorbing the divine power of the Hand of the Underworld itself."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

“…Although it sounds unbelievable, what Anlan said makes a lot of sense,” Aishalin said.

Just then, they saw white bones gradually condensing on the surface of the corpse fluid.

The rate of condensation is accelerating.

Once the skeleton was fully formed, flesh and blood began to grow, and in just a few breaths, Lu Ning's body was completely restored.

His flesh and blood sprouted and transformed into a blood-red robe, covering his body.

Ya'en and the others watched as Lu Ning revived from nothing in just a few breaths, their expressions blank.

After Lu Ning recovered, he noticed the strange looks in Ya En and the others' eyes, and calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Qi looked bewildered: "...I was wondering, Lu Ning, were you still conscious when you died just now?"

Lu Ning thought for a moment and said, "He was gone at first, but then he woke up again."

Yaen grinned: "...So you really are 'immortal'."

Osiris nodded repeatedly.

This guy is too immortal! His physical body is gone, his consciousness has dissipated, and he can still be resurrected?

“…You’re like a monster.” Ella, who was usually not very noticeable, couldn’t help but complain.

Lu Ning immediately replied, "I am a normal person."

For a moment, no one knew how to respond.

An Lan then said, "Alright, enough of this nonsense. The death energy here is quite strong; we need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Everyone came to their senses.

The shock that Lu Ning had given to Ya En and the others was so great that they temporarily forgot about the current situation.

However, since the pilgrims have also died, they currently appear to be out of danger.

Yann glanced at the pilgrim's decaying bones on the ground and said, "It's a pity that the pilgrim is dead. If we could have communicated with him, we could have obtained a lot of information."

The others nodded in agreement.

An Lan shook her head and said, "It's not very realistic. That pilgrim is obviously a fanatical follower of the Hand of the Underworld. He probably won't have a chance to communicate with us."

An Lan's words made sense, so the others stopped feeling sorry for her.

"Let's put the spoils away first."

They had quite a lot of spoils this time.

The main thing is the Soul Weapon; the Pilgrim and the two Saints from the Returned Brigade all possess high-risk Soul Weapons.

Most of the other morticians also possess Horcruxes.

Although most cult members are relatively poor and do not have the abundant resources of an organization like the Mist Bureau, which is backed by the entire human alliance.

However, the funeral directors are high-level awakened beings after all, and they still have at least one low-risk soul weapon.

These funeral directors died without leaving behind any bodies; their horns were scattered all over the ground.

The group picked them up and counted them. There were fifty-two medium-risk soul artifacts and ninety-three low-risk soul artifacts.

As high-level awakened beings, most funeral directors are actually using low-risk soul artifacts.

Too poor.

Considering that the current situation was not suitable for distributing the spoils, the group decided to leave the inverted pyramid before making the distribution.

As for now... they haven't finished searching the surrounding area yet.

The square outside was empty, and after searching around, they found nothing.

They set their sights on the palace in the center.