Just as the words fell, rumbling suddenly rang out through the void of the Soul River. Great Emperor Wushi opened his eyes, their age-worn depths filled with sorrow. Looking at Ye Xingchen before him, he slowly stood up. Several gaping holes could faintly be seen in his body, and these were among the fatal wounds that had caused his death.
"You're back. I never imagined there would be so many experts at this source of the eerie. Although I died, I have no regrets in this life. Being able to wipe them out and leave some blessings for later generations was already an exceptionally good thing! You needn't keep exhausting your strength to resurrect me. This world still needs you to save Tie Shou. Stop doing these meaningless things for me."
Hearing this, Ye Xingchen was overwhelmed with emotion. He thought of how, in the world he came from, anyone who mentioned Great Emperor Wushi had nothing but admiration for him!
With too much to put into words, he shook his head slightly and waved a hand. The power of faith from the Myriad Heavens and Realms appeared in his palm. Looking at Great Emperor Wushi, he murmured:
"It is the Myriad Heavens and Realms that need you, not me. A hero like you deserves to be resurrected. Come, receive the power of faith accumulated through the ages across the Myriad Heavens and Realms. Let it rebuild your flesh so you can once again join us against those sources of the eerie and endure forever."
As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of faith power circled through the ages with Ye Xingchen at their center, soon gathering around Great Emperor Wushi. At that moment, the beings throughout the Myriad Heavens and Realms also felt the loneliness and sorrow at the