The Eighth Hundred and Thirtieth Chapter: Pretending Not to Know Each Other

Then Li Bieli was enveloped in golden light, standing motionless like a little golden statue. As the light continued to wash over him, his body began to change.

The golden characters carved into his skin gradually fell away. His withered, battered body began to flourish, becoming smooth and supple at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hunched back straightened, and he stood tall, gazing at the enormous golden statue opposite him.

Whispers from gods and Buddhas filled the air. One after another, indistinct yet awe-inspiring voices came at Li Bieli from all directions. When the sound waves touched his body, ripples spread as if they had struck a barrier. But with every impact, a trace of the sound seeped through, penetrating Li Bieli's body and repairing his already rotting form.

This really was a technique for bringing the dead back to life! The cultivators outside couldn't hold back their astonishment at the sight and exclaimed in amazement.

Everyone in the world already knew that Li Bieli had become a withered old man. If he hadn't found Ma Feifei, the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore, to help him, Li Bieli would have been buried underground by now, sunk into an endless slumber.

But no one had expected that Li Bieli would one day be reborn. His withered body had been restored like a dead tree blossoming again, returning to the state he'd been in at the beginning.

He was even a little stronger than before.

The Mysterious Bookstore really could do anything. This was the thought that resonated most deeply with cultivators everywhere, and the one they believed most.

The Mysterious Bookstore had appeared on the Azure Dragon Continent only two short years ago. In that time, it had not only risen to fame and become known to all,