Return to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes!

Those toxins had once claimed their lives.

But now, they had been transformed by the power of the Nine Nether Divine Dragon into the purest Netherworld Power.

For the undead, Netherworld Power was the finest tonic.

The moment the Nether Qi entered their bodies, Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er trembled simultaneously.

Deep purple light burst from within them, illuminating the entire graveyard as bright as day.

Their Soul Power was climbing frantically.

Sixty-ninth-rank peak.

Seventieth rank.

They broke through.

Soul rings began to emerge around the two figures.

The original six soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—remained unchanged.

Yet the seventh soul ring was currently condensing.

A black halo emerged from the void and slowly settled upon the two of them.

Black.

Ten-thousand-year.

It was not a hundred-thousand-year ring, but it was already an extremely terrifying existence.

Dugu Xin lowered his head to look at the seventh soul ring on his body, his deep purple eyes filled with shock.

Lin Wan'er was the same.

Their Soul Power had risen to the seventy-first rank.

Seventy-first rank.

Soul Saint.

The realm they had dreamed of in life had... finally been attained after death.

"We didn't hunt any soul beasts; how could we have a seventh soul ring?" The two asked, confused.

Dugu Bo stated, "This is the benefit of the Nine Nether Undead lineage. Father can share a portion of his own seventh soul ring's power with you so you become Soul Saints, but it won't affect me."

"Father... thank you."

Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er were shocked, their voices turning somewhat choked with emotion shortly after.

Dugu Bo shook his head.

"Do not say thank you."

"This is what Father owes the two of you."

He turned around and walked toward the outside of the graveyard.

"Let's go. Come back with Father."

"Father will take you to see Yan Yan."

"She has grown up."

Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er exchanged a glance, complicated emotions flashing in their eyes.

Yan Yan.

Their daughter.

Ten years ago, she was still a little girl who knew nothing.

Now, she had grown up.

The two said nothing more, silently following behind their father's footsteps.

Three figures vanished into the night.

Behind them lay two empty graves.

And a patch of land tainted by Netherworld Power.

The night was deep.

Three figures rose from outside Blue Stone Town, flying toward the northwest.

Dugu Bo was at the very front, deep purple Nether Qi circulating around his body as fast as lightning.

Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er followed behind him, their speed noticeably much slower.

The breakthrough from the sixty-ninth rank to the seventy-first rank was already a qualitative leap for the undead, but compared to a ninety-third-rank Title Douluo, the gap remained as vast as heaven and earth.

Dugu Bo noticed this and slowed his pace, allowing his son and daughter-in-law to keep up.

"Father, where are we going now?"

Dugu Xin caught up from behind, a trace of curiosity in his deep purple eyes.

"Sunset Forest, that place is my backyard."

Dugu Bo did not look back, his voice carrying over on the night wind.

"Yan Yan is cultivating there."

Dugu Xin fell silent for a moment.

"Yan Yan... is she doing well?"

He asked this question with extreme caution.

Ten years.

He had been dead for ten years, and his daughter had grown from a seven-year-old child into a seventeen-year-old young woman.

In these ten years, he had missed every single day of his daughter's growth.

He did not know if his daughter still remembered him, nor did he know if she would be willing to accept a pair of parents who had "returned from the dead."

Furthermore, they were not living people now.

They were undead.

Would his daughter be afraid?

Would she repel them?

Dugu Bo seemed to see right through his son's thoughts, tilting his head slightly as a gentle light flashed within his dark golden dragon eyes.

"Yan Yan misses you both very much."

"She always thought you died in a beast tide; Father didn't dare tell her the truth."

"But a few days ago, Father already told her."

Dugu Xin's body trembled slightly.

"What was... her reaction?"

"She cried." Dugu Bo's voice was very calm. "But she didn't blame Father, nor did she blame the two of you."

"She knew it was an issue with the Martial Soul, not anyone's fault."

Dugu Xin lowered his head, a trace of moisture flashing within his deep purple eyes.

Lin Wan'er flew up from behind, gently grasping her husband's hand without speaking, simply accompanying him in silence.

"Besides, Yan Yan is doing very well right now."

Dugu Bo continued speaking, a hint of pride in his tone.

"Her Martial Soul evolved, progressing from a Jade Python Snake into a Jade Scale Dragon."

"A true dragon-type Martial Soul comparable to the Golden Sacred Dragon."

Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er froze at the same time.

Jade Scale Dragon?

Their daughter's Martial Soul had transformed from a snake into a dragon?

"Father, how did you manage to do that?"

Lin Wan'er could not help asking.

"Aromatic Silk Beauty," Dugu Bo said. "An Immortal Herb within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes. Father gave Yan Yan the Aromatic Silk Beauty, allowing her Martial Soul to complete its evolution and become a dragon, while also completely subduing the Backlash Poison."

"She is already a forty-third-rank Soul Ancestor now, and her fourth soul ring is at the ten-thousand-year level."

Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er looked at each other, both seeing shock and gratification in the other's eyes.

Forty-third rank.

A seventeen-year-old Soul Ancestor.

And her fourth soul ring was even of the ten-thousand-year level!

This talent far surpassed what they had possessed back then.

"Father, thank you."

Dugu Xin's voice was slightly choked.

Dugu Bo shook his head.

"Do not say thank you."

"Yan Yan is Father's granddaughter; it is only right that Father does these things."

"The same goes for the two of you."

He paused, a profound light flashing in his dark golden dragon eyes.

"What Father owes you is something I can never fully repay in this lifetime."

"All I can do is this much."

Although he was a transmigrator, he had fused with the original body's soul, and this was where the original owner's obsession lay.

Moreover, for the current Dugu Bo, these two undead Soul Saints were exceptionally good assistants.

Hearing this, Dugu Xin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately uttered nothing at all.

The night wind howled as the three figures continued flying toward the Sunset Forest.

Along the way, Dugu Bo recounted the events of the past ten years to his son and daughter-in-law.

The backlash of his Martial Soul had grown increasingly severe.

Every month, he had to suppress the poison for Dugu Yan, yet even so, Yan Yan would not live past the age of thirty.

He had searched everywhere for a cure, but found nothing.

Until a few days ago, when he found the Earth Dragon Golden Gourd in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes.

His Martial Soul evolved from the Jade Python Snake Emperor into the Nine Nether Divine Dragon, and the Backlash Poison was completely subdued.

Then, he took Yan Yan to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, letting her consume the Aromatic Silk Beauty.

Her Martial Soul evolved, the poison was purged, and her Soul Power broke through.

Everything was developing in a favorable direction.

Dugu Xin and Lin Wan'er listened in silence, complex emotions churning in their hearts.

In the decade since their deaths, their father had shouldered everything alone.

He had to suppress his own Backlash Poison while also suppressing Yan Yan's poison.

He had to bear the agony of losing a son alongside guilt toward his granddaughter.

And he still had to act as though nothing was wrong in front of Yan Yan.

This bitterness, this exhaustion, this loneliness...

They could not begin to imagine it.

"Father, you've worked hard."

Lin Wan'er said softly, her deep purple eyes filled with heartache.

Dugu Bo was silent for a moment, then gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

He said nothing more.