Reunion with Yun Ming!

A hint of curiosity flashed in Leng Yaozhu's narrow phoenix eyes, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Judging from the serious expression on Huo Yuhao's face, what he was about to say was probably no small matter.

Huo Yuhao stood up from the sofa, but did not speak. Instead, he casually waved his hand a few times in front of him.

As his finger traced the path, fine and mysterious golden patterns appeared out of thin air, intertwining and combining on their own as if they had Life God of their own, instantly outlining a complex Magic Circle on the office floor.

Huo Yuhao stood in the center of the Magic Circle, turned to look at Leng Yaozhu, and said seriously, "Aunt Leng, I need you to come with me to the Undead Plane."

Leng Yaozhu paused slightly upon hearing this, then said half-jokingly, "Did I travel through time with you again this time?"

Although she said that, she had already stood up and stepped into the flowing golden light patterns without hesitation, standing steadily beside Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao replied with a smile, "There's no such thing as a coincidence. Last time it was just a coincidence, but it shouldn't be this time."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Magic Circle suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden light, completely engulfing the two figures.

After a brief period of dizziness, the two had disappeared from the Spirit Pagoda's office and arrived in this lifeless, desolate world— the Undead Plane.

Leng Yaozhu turned to Huo Yuhao beside her and asked directly, "Why are you being so mysterious? What do you want me to do here?"

Huo Yuhao, however, kept everyone in suspense. "Aunt Leng, don't worry, she'll be here soon."

A moment later, Leng Yaozhu's sharp phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and she abruptly turned her head to look at the gray horizon in the distance.

She clearly sensed that an extremely powerful aura was slowly approaching from that direction.

Under the distant, gray sky, a massive figure was gradually approaching.

As the distance closed, the figure became clearer and clearer, eventually appearing completely in Leng Yaozhu's sight.

It was a massive Bone Dragon, over a hundred meters long, with no flesh or blood left, only stark white bones, each gleaming with a cold, dark gray metallic light.

Its enormous bone wings whipped up a gust of wind with each flap, and its empty eye sockets burned with a ghostly blue flame of the soul.

Leng Yaozhu was no stranger to this Bone Dragon.

She had spent some time in the Undead Plane before and had dealt with this Bone Dragon several times, so she was quite familiar with it.

She knew that this Bone Dragon was the overlord born in this Undead Plane, possessing formidable strength comparable to Level 95 Title Douluo in humans.

Leng Yaozhu withdrew her gaze, but she was certain that Huo Yuhao had not summoned her to the Undead Plane just to show her the Bone Dragon.

The Bone Dragon flew extremely fast, and its massive body was already above the two of them in the blink of an eye.

It folded its wings and crashed to the ground like a small mountain, stirring up gray dust that swept outwards like a sandstorm.

Leng Yaozhu raised her hand and gently waved it in front of her, brushing away the dust that drifted towards her eyes, but her gaze never left the Bone Dragon.

She looked the enormous creature up and down, her gaze sweeping from its massive skull down to its long tailbone, before finally settling on its back.

Leng Yaozhu's eyes narrowed slightly; she clearly sensed an unusual aura on the back of the Bone Dragon.

Under Leng Yaozhu's gaze, a thick layer of gray mist was clearly shrouded on the broad back of the Bone Dragon.

It did not drift away with the wind, but rather clung quietly to the surface of the Bone Dragon's skeleton like a Life God veil.

Just as Leng Yaozhu was filled with doubts, the gray mist suddenly surged violently without warning.

It was as if it had been stirred by an invisible hand, suddenly transforming from a calm, still state into a turbulent, boiling state.

Countless fine gray mist detached from the Bone Dragon's broad back and rapidly condensed at the same spot in mid-air.

The gray mist gathered thicker and thinner, its outline becoming clearer and clearer, until it finally transformed into a human shape in the very center of the Bone Dragon's back.

When Leng Yaozhu saw the figure's face clearly, she froze on the spot.

The expression on that usually cold and composed face underwent a dramatic change in an instant.

First came disbelief and shock, followed by cautious confirmation, and finally all her emotions coalesced into a complex gaze that even she herself could not fully define.

Her eyes held surprise, grief, and a faint glimmer of hope that even she herself couldn't believe.

The next second, Leng Yaozhu's figure disappeared directly from Huo Yuhao's side, and when she reappeared, she had landed steadily on the broad back of the Bone Dragon.

She stood before the figure, the two of them no more than a foot apart, close enough for her to see every detail on the other person's face.

She looked at the face before her, a face so familiar it was almost unbearable. Her phoenix eyes reddened slightly, and her voice trembled involuntarily. "Yun Ming? Is it really you?"

Indeed, standing in front of Leng Yaozhu at this moment was Yun Ming.

However, his figure appeared somewhat ethereal, exhibiting a semi-transparent texture.

He wore a plain white robe, and his face was still the same gentle and refined appearance that Leng Yaozhu remembered. However, his once deep and abyss-like eyes had now turned into two clusters of quietly burning golden Soul Fire.

Yun Ming also quietly looked at Leng Yaozhu. The two clusters of golden Soul Fire flickered slightly, as if silently conveying some equally complex and profound emotion.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly, his tone tinged with bitterness. "It's me. I never imagined I'd meet you again in this way."

Six months ago, during that catastrophe, Leng Yaozhu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters and witnessed Yun Ming stab out that earth-shattering final shot at the cost of shattering his own God Position.

At that moment, she thought Yun Ming had perished, both physically and spiritually.

She thought she would never see him again in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, the two met again today in Huo Yuhao's Undead Plane.

Without a doubt, this was the surprise Huo Yuhao had given her today.

Leng Yaozhu suddenly turned her head, her still reddened phoenix eyes staring straight at Huo Yuhao: "Yuhao, what exactly is going on?"

Huo Yuhao lightly touched the ground with his feet and flew over, landing steadily on the Bone Dragon's back.

He met Leng Yaozhu's anxious and confused eyes and slowly explained, "Although Elder Yun perished half a year ago, his soul did not completely dissipate. It was Master who intervened and gathered Elder Yun's remnant soul."

As he spoke, a wisp of gray mist quietly emerged from between his brows, quickly coalescing into an aged and dignified figure in a gray robe beside him—it was Electrolux.

Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu's expressions turned solemn at the same time, and they almost simultaneously called out to the gray-robed figure, "Elder Yi."

Yun Ming was no stranger to Electrolux, after all, Electrolux was his savior.

Leng Yaozhu and Electrolux already knew each other, and knew that this former Demigod- level Necromancer Holy Magic God was another teacher of Huo Yuhao.

Electrolux hovered beside Huo Yuhao, a faint smile on his face, "Young Yun's injuries were too severe back then, his soul essence was severely damaged. It took me half a year to repair his remnant soul bit by bit, to re-condense it into a soul body, and finally transform him into Lich."

"Lich?"

Leng Yaozhu frowned slightly; this was the first time she had heard this term.

Yun Ming, on the other hand, seemed much calmer. During the time he had been awake, he had come to understand his current state.

Seeing the confusion in Leng Yaozhu's eyes, Huo Yuhao explained, "Lich are a type of Undead Creature, and they come in many forms. Elder Yun's situation is the same as our teacher's; he has abandoned his physical body and exists in the world as a pure soul."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's gaze fell once again on Yun Ming's somewhat illusory figure, and a complex feeling welled up in her heart that she couldn't quite describe.

In fact, when she first saw Yun Ming, she had already sensed that Yun Ming was not truly alive at the moment.

Huo Yuhao continued, "Although they have lost their physical bodies, as long as the essence of their souls is not destroyed, Lich are Undying beings. In a sense, this can be considered another form of immortality."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ming gave a bitter smile, "Immortality means nothing to me. When I chose to stay at the Shrek Academy and stand in front of those two Level 12 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell, I had no intention of surviving."

Electrolux looked at Yun Ming's utterly dejected expression and let out a soft snort.

"Before Yun's demise, his soul had already stepped into the threshold of God Level. Even though his soul was severely damaged, he has now firmly reached the level of Level 9 Lich, which is enough to make him worthy of the title of Lich King."