Trash

Ronan could roughly understand why Yan Fen had gone pale with shock.

After all, visually speaking, this phenomenon resembling a reversal of time was quite convincing. But unfortunately, it was only an illusion. This relatively intact shell was merely a Temporary Carrier used to gather Wright's chaotic, collapsing vital energy. The human body's complex and precise functions were not building blocks; Ronan could not grant new life to shattered cells and tissues. That had already exceeded the limits of what his Soul Power could reach.

At most, he had only given Yan Fen and Wright an illusion that was mostly false.

Yet within this tiny domain constructed from illusion, consciousness could still circulate and perceive, even allowing the body to make the faintest of responses.

Within those faint limits, Wright's remaining consciousness merged with his incomplete body, like a spark beneath windswept ashes—however dim, it still shone.

Wright miraculously retained a breath of life, allowing him to personally experience the strange sensation of limbs scattering and reassembling, of a soul burning and reforming—true "life and death at one's command." Following that towering, powerful will, he vanished one moment and existed the next, drifting back and forth across the boundary between Life and Death.

And all of this was guided by the "Furnace" before him... no, dominated by it!

He tried hard to open his eyes wide. The faint light from outside passed through his shattered and reassembled crystalline lenses, setting off cone cells and a series of neural reflexes afterward. It combined the blurry information from the outside world with the hallucinations in his mind, making this demon, destined to die, utter what might have been the most devout exclamation of his life:

"God!"

The temporarily reassembled soul vanished, and the newly gathered body collapsed and dissolved like a puddle