In fact, mythic beings possessed the divine power to recreate reincarnation. Once a person died, so long as they were not completely dead and their consciousness had not yet dispersed, there was a chance they could be brought back to life.
But once the consciousness dispersed, even if the body remained alive, not even immortals could save them.
Earlier, Zhao Cheng had extended Lin Buhui's lifespan by a full sixty years, a miracle by any measure. Yet that continuation had also been built on the premise that Lin Buhui was still alive—or rather, in everyone else's eyes, Zhao Cheng had merely extended a living man's life.
In truth, Lin Buhui had died first and then been reborn, but such details were beyond anyone else's knowledge.
After all, there was no camera keeping its eye on Zhao Cheng every moment, recording everything he did with perfect clarity.
Most of the time, people could only work backward from the result to infer the process.
And when it came to life and death, not fearing death did not mean one did not yearn for immortality.
Thus, even though they had already witnessed Zhao Cheng's mighty feat of leaving words upon the moon, seeing him reverse life and death with a casual lift of his hand still far exceeded their expectations.
After all, even among the countless myths and legends of old, there had been no shortage of divine figures who could pluck stars and seize the moon, yet there were very few who could reverse life and death.
Only a tiny handful of great gods possessed such divine power.
Even fabricated tales were like this, let alone reality?!
As for the technical difficulty of gathering dispersed consciousness back together, it was no less than restoring a pig that had already been cooked into