Chen Mu had plundered everything Leng Aotian possessed in life.
Even after death, he had not escaped the fate of being summoned as an undead to serve Chen Mu faithfully for all eternity.
With a second-layer Great Emperor undead delivered right into his hands, why would he refuse?
This was... simple?
Leng Chuan desperately wanted to warn Chen Mu not to make such sweeping, arrogant claims.
No matter how powerful their Southern Region was, so what if they could kill Leng Aotian?
Once the Great Emperors of the other nine sacred domains joined forces, not a blade of grass would remain in the Southern Region! Seas of fire would sweep across the plains! All things would burn into nothingness!
Chen Mu did not care what he was thinking.
After finding the undead named Leng Aotian, he clicked and summoned him.
A pitch-black portal leading to the Shadow World opened in the ground before him.
Leng Aotian slowly emerged from it in a kneeling posture.
Immediately afterward, the portal closed.
"Ancestor?!"
Leng Chuan was utterly shocked. He recognized the pitch-black figure at a glance-it was none other than the Leng Family's ancestor, Leng Aotian!
His facial contours, his silhouette, even his aura were exactly the same.
Leng Aotian ignored Leng Chuan's words, treating him like a stranger-no, worse than that, as though he were nothing but air.
He knelt obediently before Chen Mu, awaiting his next command.
"How could this be? Didn't the ancestor already die?" The clansman raised the Soul Lamp in his hand, then looked at Leng Aotian kneeling before Chen Mu, likewise questioning everything he knew.
"He did die. I merely brought him back to life in another form."
Chen Mu spoke lightly, but to Leng Chuan and the clansman, his words struck like heaven and earth collapsing.