Two months later.
Aboard the Nether Sea starship vessel.
In the cultivation chamber, Fang Heng suddenly opened his eyes.
The Undead Council's accumulation over tens of thousands of years was a valuable treasure for him.
As he refined his mental strength and soul power, his ability to control and comprehend the undead aura had improved significantly.
By now, Fang Heng could feel that he had reached a stage where he could wield undead power with complete fluency.
Fang Heng raised his head and looked at the image of the Undead Council's chairman, Georgi, on the screen.
Georgi nodded with satisfaction, his eyes filled with praise. He said, "Very good, Fang Heng. You are the most talented scholar I've ever seen. In just two months, you've already reached the level of complete integration."
"Thank you, mentors, for your careful guidance."
During this period, Fang Heng had spent most of his time grinding.
The primary focus was cultivating necromancy.
