This indeed made the Corpse Speaker very curious.
"If I hadn’t completely felt it, I would have thought you were still asleep because you have no soul."
Her gaze swept across her surroundings; those once familiar sights now seemed strange and distant.
Surrounding her was an abandoned cemetery, overgrown with weeds, the cawing of crows breaking the silence.
Zhang Tian’an thought it was strange; she clearly remembered using a legendary forbidden technique, the Song of Extinction, to protect her companions.
All her Pet Beasts turned to stone with her.
At this time, Zhang Tian’an’s pupils widened greatly as she could actually feel the faint presence of her Pet Beast.
Her heart began to beat once again.
"Little darling, it’s me."
"I am the one who awakened you."
"Have you awakened your own consciousness?"
"Let me introduce you for the first time, you are my Corpse Puppet, Eternal Songstress Zhang Tian’an."
"And I am the Corpse Speaker of the Death God Association, the puppeteer."
"You are my collection, the perfect collection."
The Corpse Speaker looked greedily at Zhang Tian’an.
"Even though I don’t know why you remain incorruptible, it doesn’t matter; I just need you to serve me."
Zhang Tian’an laughed coldly, like the Ice and Snow Goddess.
In the next second, a rose whip transformed into a long Thorn Longsword, breaking the coffin and slashing across the Corpse Speaker’s face.
Blood oozed directly from the wound.
"Haha, truly a disobedient little wildcat, but I like you ."
The Corpse Speaker licked his tongue, pulling out black Corpse Sewing Threads and began stitching his face.
Before long, a hideous scar like a centipede appeared.
"Haha, isn’t this beautiful?"
"To be honest, I don’t care about my appearance at all."
On the Corpse Speaker’s hand appeared countless black threads.
These threads directly burrowed into the ground, and soon the earth split open, and countless corpses emerged.
These were all formerly the Pet Beast Masters who died in battle at the South Celestial Gate.
Among them were some Pet Beast corpses.
"Damn, now is not the time to confront him."
"I’ve just awakened; I’m temporarily no match for this guy."
"I hope my Sound of the Soul talent is still intact."
The sun hung high, casting brilliant rays.
But the next second, dark clouds as black as ink completely obscured the sun, and a sandstorm arose.
A young woman stood atop a glass coffin, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her eyes shining with determination and warmth.
Her eyes were profound and radiant, revealing an extraordinary spiritual essence.
As she gently opened her lips, a melodious song drifted with the wind.
This was the Soul Burial Song, specifically used to send the Undead to paradise. The surrounding Undead seemed comforted, their souls at rest.
The girl’s eyebrows were long and thick, the slight arc revealing a stubborn and unyielding spirit.
Whenever the melody rose and fell, her brow expressed an indescribable sorrow, a deep mourning for the departed, and endless compassion for the living.
Every Sound Talisman she sang seemed to be full of magic, capable of soothing the grievances of the dead, guiding them into reincarnation.
When the Corpse Puppets heard the voice of the Eternal Songstress, their bodies began to decay and drift away with the wind.
Their souls also showed a trace of innocent smiles, transforming into starry points that disappeared into the sky.
At this time, the Corpse Speaker’s face darkened, as these Corpse Puppets were his prey.
He had already inscribed control runes on these corpses.
They could have been a brave and valiant army in his hands, but they were partially destroyed .
This made the Corpse Speaker quite displeased.
"Hmph, I originally intended to make you my collection."
"But you unexpectedly awakened your consciousness, I haven’t erased your will."
"But you shouldn’t have destroyed my plans."
"So, I will manipulate your body to perform the Song of Extinction!"
Zhang Tian’an showed a trace of surprise and doubt on her face, how did this guy know she could perform the Song of Extinction?
Countless black threads composed of shadows pierced into Zhang Tian’an’s body, turning her into a marionette controlled by the Corpse Speaker.
"Not a single Corpse Puppet can escape my grasp."
"Even you are no exception, Zhang Tian’an, become my artwork."
Dark energy gathered at Zhang Tian’an’s forehead, seemingly trying to inscribe demon patterns.
However, just as the demon patterns were about to take shape, they suddenly dissipated.
The Corpse Speaker suffered a massive backlash, his pupils showing a look of unwillingness.
"Why are you still alive, why?"
The Corpse Speaker suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, very annoyed at this moment.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Tian’an sang the Song of Spatial Replacement.
As the melodious melody appeared, Zhang Tian’an made an Instant Movement and disappeared from there.
At this moment, a Blood Red light appeared.
Professor Du Bo appeared there.
He flapped his bat-like wings, looking down at the Corpse Speaker: "Corpse Speaker, what on earth happened here?" Follow current novᴇls on novel-fire.net
"Why is this cemetery so destroyed?"
The Corpse Speaker licked his dry lips, showing a frenzied smile in his eyes: "Haha, a little wildcat broke through my blockade."
"But it doesn’t matter, I’ll find her soon."
"She has the mark I left on her."
"Du Bo, do you want me to start a Puppet Apocalypse?"
"What benefit does this have for me?"
The Corpse Speaker looked up at Du Bo.
"Honestly, you’re already transforming into a Blood Demon."
"I want to try and see if I can manipulate you, this Undead Beast."
A trace of apprehension flashed in Du Bo’s eyes, knowing that the Corpse Speaker has that capability.
Moreover, he could feel that the Corpse Speaker was at the Peak of Tier Seven as a Pet Beast Master.
This meant, should the Corpse Speaker desire, he could completely keep him there.
He didn’t want to become a Corpse Puppet, manipulated for life.
"Corpse Speaker, let’s get to the point."
"We have one common goal, destroy the South Heaven Gate Fortress."
"You can’t make a move on me, or the Death God Association will be angry."
As the Corpse Speaker’s eyes grew increasingly eager, Du Bo had to play his trump card.
"Corpse Speaker, I’ll help you track down the whereabouts of that person."
"In my transformation into the Blood Demon, I can easily track the surrounding spatial coordinates."
"Corpse Speaker, I’ll help you find her, and we can work together to destroy the South Heaven Gate Fortress, how about it?"
The Corpse Speaker smiled, his face revealing a sickly whiteness.
The grotesque scar that resembled a centipede reminded him of the wildcat that once attacked him.
"Alright, I will stay here and summon enough Corpse Puppets."
"I await your good news, Du Bo, or I will refine you into my Corpse Puppet."
"Go then, I await good news from you."
The Corpse Speaker said coldly.
Countless dark energy emanated from the Corpse Speaker’s body, gradually sinking into the ground.
"Awaken from your slumber, my servants."
"Harbor resentment for the living."
Coffins emerged from the ground as it began to crack.
The coffins broke open one after another, revealing corpses with eyes tightly shut.
These coffins cracked open, revealing one corpse after another with tightly shut eyes.
"Little darlings, it’s time to revive."
As the dark energy gradually flooded in, those small corpses that were hard to find started reviving.
Meanwhile, Ye Bai and Du Bo were together.