After frightening off the greedy monster from the Styx, Huo Yuhao took Huo Yun'er's body back to the Undead Holy Magic Cult.
There were no women in the Undead Demiplane, after all, so there was no one to care for his mother, who had fallen into a vegetative state. At least the Undead Holy Magic Cult had Zero, Feng Ling, and others who could help look after her.
The moment Huo Yuhao appeared in the Undead Holy Magic Cult, he drew everyone's attention. The sudden upheaval had left everyone on guard. Because the Undead Holy Magic Cult was Huo Yuhao's sect, Ye Xishui had paid it particular attention.
Ye Xishui had planted several times more Fixed Soul Cannon Shells there than anywhere else. When they exploded, the entire Undead Holy Magic Cult had instantly been reduced to dust. Zero and the other powerhouses had been obliterated before they could even react.
Now that they had suddenly returned to the moment before their deaths and learned that Huo Yuhao had dealt with the culprit, they had launched a feverish effort to disarm the bombs.
After all, with so many bombs still buried underground, how could they rest easy without removing them?
When Zero saw that it was Huo Yuhao, she ran over excitedly. But she was good at reading expressions, and his face looked grim. His expression was grave, as though something weighed heavily on his mind.
The smile on Zero's face faded a little, and she asked solemnly, "My lord, who is this?"
With a thought from Huo Yuhao, Huo Yun'er's body floated over to Zero under his control.
"She is my mother. She has temporarily lost her soul, but her body is alive. Please take good care of her for me during this time."
"As you command, my lord."