After a brief moment of shock, the Corpse Raiser reacted swiftly. Dharma power gathered in his palm, and his withered hand slammed fiercely toward the source of the voice.
Song Changsheng's figure flashed, easily evading the blow. The Corpse Raiser's vicious attack did not so much as stir the corner of his robe.
"I set up an array around the perimeter. How did you get past it?"
"Why would I need to get past it?"
His figure peeled away from the void, condensing before the Corpse Raiser like a wisp of drifting green smoke. With an ordinary array like this, Song Changsheng had dozens of ways to find its flaws and pass through without drawing anyone's notice.
The Corpse Raiser's attainments in arrays were far too crude. Before Song Changsheng, they were no different from paper mache.
"You should not find this item unfamiliar." Song Changsheng spread his hand, revealing an ivory-white waist token. An angular ancient-seal character for "Chen" was inscribed upon it.
This was the identity waist token he had found on Xie Kui afterward.
"It is merely a token. Cough, cough, cough..." The Corpse Raiser's eyes flickered, and his coughs carried threads of blood.
Though he refused to admit it aloud, he had already determined why Song Changsheng had come. The Chen Clan had dominated an entire region tens of thousands of years ago, a great aristocratic family that had produced no fewer than a dozen Nascent Soul True Lords throughout its history.
Although it had declined rapidly over the past ten thousand years and ultimately met the fate of ruin and extermination, a starved camel was still bigger than a horse. The clan's instinct for survival had led it to leave behind a great many backup plans in preparation for its future resurgence, including an ocean