Darkness.
The pitch-black darkness slowly faded.
Cang Wuzhang opened his eyes and found himself tightly bound by countless iron chains, suspended in midair.
What had happened to him?
He froze for a moment, then gradually remembered what had come before.
--The Yellow Springs Ghost King had gripped him by the neck and said, "Your father seems pretty powerful, but remember this: if you provoke me again, your father won't be able to protect you next time."
He hadn't thought much of it at the time. But after the Ghost King left, a sudden chill ran down his neck, and then he'd known nothing.
So I'm dead?
Cang Wuzhang was shaken to the core and couldn't help struggling.
Suddenly, an old man's voice rang out:
"Wu Zhang, don't move."
Cang Wuzhang shuddered and immediately went still.
That voice was unmistakable. It belonged to Hundred Grievances, the most skilled in spellcraft among the three Ghost Lords.
Since he could hear that voice, he definitely wasn't dead.
Cang Wuzhang steadied himself and asked:
"Lord Ghost Lord, what happened to me?"
Hundred Grievances' voice rang out again. "You were killed. Fortunately, both your soul and body were intact. Your father didn't want to use the Evil Ghost arts to reincarnate you, so he came to me and asked me to save you with this resurrection immortal art."
Cang Wuzhang silently let out a long sigh.
Life and death were no small matter. They were also among the strictest laws.
If he were revived through the arts of the Evil Ghost Path, he would have to become a zombie, a skeleton, or some kind of wicked beast. He would never again be able to keep his current body.
Only an immortal art could defy life and death and bring someone back to life directly.
Even