The Old Home! Reviving His Son and Daughter-in-Law as Undead!

And Dugu Bo happened to be able to provide such external assistance.

The Backlash Poison of the Jade Scale Dragon was the true culprit that had taken Dugu Xin and his wife's lives.

But the root of the Backlash Poison lay in the Jade Python Snake Emperor Martial Soul.

Now, Dugu Bo's Martial Soul had evolved from the Jade Python Snake Emperor into the Nine Nether Divine Dragon.

The Nine Nether Divine Dragon was the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons, capable of controlling all toxins.

Including the Backlash Poison.

If traces of the Backlash Poison remained in Dugu Xin and his wife's bones, Dugu Bo could use the power of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon to strip those toxins away, transform them into Netherworld Power, and inject it into their Undead Bodies.

That way, not only could he revive them, but he could also help them break through the limitations of their former ranks.

From rank sixty-nine to rank seventy.

Or even higher.

Dugu Bo did not know whether this plan would succeed.

The Nine Nether Divine Dragon Art's records regarding undead resurrection were extremely brief, consisting of only a few lines without detailed steps or methods.

But he had to try.

This was what he owed his son and daughter-in-law.

It was a debt he had owed for ten years.

After flying for roughly two hours, Dugu Bo descended from the sky.

Below him lay a small town.

Blue Stone Town.

The town was not large. Seen from above, its houses were arranged in neat disorder, while its streets crisscrossed one another.

Though it was already late at night, a few homes in town still had their lights on.

Dugu Bo landed in an open area outside the town and entered on foot.

He did not fly in because he did not want to alarm the townspeople.

Most people in Blue Stone Town knew him.

Or rather, they knew who he had been when he was young.

Back then, he had not yet been a Titled Douluo, merely a young Soul Master with decent talent.

Some of the elderly people in town had even been his elders.

Although he now wore a different face and looked much younger, if someone recognized him, he would inevitably have to waste time explaining himself.

It was better to avoid trouble when possible.

Dugu Bo followed the bluestone road and crossed half the town.

The old residence stood at the eastern end of town, a sizable courtyard estate.

Its walls were built from bluestone, and the words "Dugu Manor" were carved into the lintel above the gate.

The writing had already grown somewhat blurred, and most of the paint on the doors had peeled away.

The stone steps before the entrance were covered in dust and fallen leaves. Clearly, no one had come here for a long time.

Dugu Bo stood before the gate in silence for a long while.

He did not enter through the main entrance.

Instead, he leaped over the courtyard wall and landed inside.

The sight within was even more desolate than he had imagined.

The flowerbeds that had once been there had long since been abandoned and were overgrown with weeds.

The stone table and stools in the center of the courtyard sat crookedly, their surfaces covered in bird droppings.

The doors to the main hall stood half open. When Dugu Bo pushed one open and entered, the stench of mildew hit him head-on.

The furniture was buried beneath thick layers of dust, and cobwebs filled the corners.

The calligraphy and paintings on the walls had yellowed and become brittle. A slight touch would shatter them.

Dugu Bo's gaze swept across the main hall before finally settling on that wall.

A portrait had once hung there.

It had been a portrait of his wife.

But now, there was nothing left on the wall.

Only an iron nail remained, embedded there all alone, its head already rusted.

Dugu Bo withdrew his gaze, passed through the main hall, and headed toward the rear courtyard.

The rear courtyard was even more desolate than the front.

Dugu Bo did not linger and walked straight to the end of the rear courtyard.

There was a wall there.

On the other side of it lay the Dugu Clan's ancestral graves.

Dugu Bo pushed open the back door and entered the graveyard.

The graveyard was not large, containing only a dozen or so tombs.

The earliest belonged to Dugu Bo's great-grandfather, while the latest were...

Two new graves standing side by side.

Two names were carved into the stone tablets before them.

Dugu Xin.

Lin Wan'er.

Dugu Bo stood before the two graves without moving.

His Dark Golden Dragon Eyes stared at the names carved on the tablets, and for a long time, he did not look away.

The night wind swept through the graveyard, carrying a chill with it.

After an unknown amount of time, Dugu Bo finally spoke slowly.

"Xin'er."

"Wan'er."

"Father has come to see you."

His voice was soft, so soft that it seemed as though he feared disturbing something.

"Father came too late."

"Ten years too late."

Dugu Bo took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the guilt and grief in his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes had vanished.

In their place was determination.

A firm resolve.

"But this time, Father will not leave you here any longer."

Dugu Bo slowly raised his right hand.

Purple-black Nether Qi poured from his palm and spread toward the two graves like a living thing.

The instant the Nether Qi touched the ground, the soil began to loosen.

There was no great noise, nor did it cause much disturbance.

His control over Netherworld Power had reached an extreme degree of precision.

Layer after layer of earth was stripped away, revealing the coffins beneath.

The coffins were made from fine nanmu wood. Ten years had passed, and though they had not completely decayed, cracks had appeared across their surfaces.

Dugu Bo looked at the two coffins, and his fingers trembled slightly.

But he did not stop.

The Nether Qi transformed into an invisible force and gently pried open the coffin lids.

The moment the lids opened, two skeletons appeared before him.

The corpses had long since decayed, leaving behind only white bones.

Their clothes had also rotted away long ago, leaving only a few tattered scraps that barely revealed what they had once looked like.

But Dugu Bo paid no attention to that.

His spiritual power entered the skeletons as he carefully sensed every inch of bone.

Just as expected.

Traces of poison remained within the bones.

The Backlash Poison of the Jade Python Snake.

Those toxins had eroded Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er's bodies while they were alive, and even after death, they had not fully dissipated.

They had remained in their bones like a curse, following them into the grave.

But at this moment, those residual toxins had instead become Dugu Bo's finest medium.

"Found them."

The corners of Dugu Bo's mouth lifted slightly, and a glimmer flashed through his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes.

He extended both hands toward the two skeletons.

The Nine Nether Divine Dragon Martial Soul emerged behind him. Purple-black Nether Qi surged forth like a tide, completely enveloping the two skeletons.

The Nether Qi seeped into the bones, stripping out the remaining Backlash Poison bit by bit.

Drawn by the Nether Qi, the toxins separated from the bones and merged into the Netherworld Power.

The originally purple-black Nether Qi became even deeper in color after absorbing the Backlash Poison, nearly turning black.

It was the result of the toxins merging with Netherworld Power.

Exactly the same as the condition within Dugu Bo's body.

"Poison enters the earth and turns into the netherworld."

"Beneath the Nine Nether, all poisons return to the abyss."

Dugu Bo muttered as the Soul Power flowing from his hands grew stronger and stronger.

The Nether Qi became increasingly dense, completely shrouding the two skeletons.

Within the Nether Qi's embrace, the skeletons began to change.

A faint purple-black glow emerged across the surfaces of the once-white bones.

Like blood vessels, those lights spread across the bones, forming eerie patterns.

It was the sign of Netherworld Power merging with the skeletons.

Dugu Bo closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness in the cultivation insights of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon Art.

For undead resurrection, the most crucial step was not shaping the body, but awakening the soul.

If the soul had completely dissipated, then no amount of effort would matter.

But if fragments of consciousness still remained within the soul...