The Eyes of the Star River's Reflection! Slash!

High above in the firmament, the light screen that had belonged to Yan turned a dull, grayish-white, signifying that the explorer Yan had perished completely in the other world.

However, just as everyone assumed the screen would dissipate as it had before, a sudden anomaly occurred.

The surface of the screen, previously dim and deathly silent, suddenly rippled with waves like water.

Immediately following, under the witness of the billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent, three lines of glaring, blood-red text slowly emerged in the center of the screen.

[Life signs detected for explorer Su Yuntao; reconnecting.]

[Connection successful!]

[Explorer status for Su Yuntao has been restored.]

These three lines of text did not remain for long, yet they struck like a magnitude-twelve earthquake, instantly stirring up an indescribable uproar across the entire Douluo Continent.

On the streets, within the sects, and deep in the forests, no one could believe their eyes.

"Su Yuntao? Wasn't he killed long ago by the shockwaves of the battle between War General Class powerhouses, dying alongside Yu Tianheng?"

"That's right, the Sky Screen even announced his death; how could his life signs reappear?"

"Could he have been resurrected? Does that world actually possess the means to bring the dead back to life?"

Countless questions, accompanied by uncontrollable fear and curiosity, echoed wildly in the hearts of everyone on the Douluo Continent.

When a person dies, the lamp goes out—this had been an ironclad rule etched into everyone's hearts for thousands of years.

As the old saying goes, the dead cannot return to life.

On the Douluo Continent, this statement was an absolute truth.

Even the high and mighty Title Douluo, once their lifespan reached its end or they were struck down by another, could only turn into a handful of dust.

Yet now, this common knowledge had been ruthlessly shattered; the Sky Screen was telling them clearly that a man who had died completely had come back to life.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

In the vast, empty hall, one could hear a pin drop.

Bibi Dong had always yearned for that other world filled with endless opportunities; she hungered for the techniques that could break the limits of the flesh and longed to explore the essence of power.

But until this moment, looking at those blood-red words on the Sky Screen, she truly felt the terror inherent in that world.

Resurrection.

Standing on the steps, Bibi Dong felt a chill creep down her spine.

"That world actually possesses the means to resurrect the dead?"

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her voice carrying a tremor she hadn't even noticed.

This great power, which transcended the boundaries of life and death, was the root of her profound shock.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing below the steps, also had their mouths agape, too stunned to utter a single word.

As elders of Spirit Hall, they knew far more secrets than the average person.

On the Douluo Continent, there were indeed rumors of methods that could achieve so-called "resurrection from the dead."

However, those methods were all harsh to the extreme.

Some required a perfectly preserved physical body, others required the trapping of a soul that had not yet dissipated, and some even demanded that the practitioner pay a painful price, such as burning their own life force or suffering a drop in cultivation rank.

But what about Su Yuntao in the Sky Screen?

He had been dead beyond any doubt, and furthermore, he was of low status and inferior cultivation—a mere deacon at the very bottom of the hierarchy. In that strange world, he was a complete outsider. Who would pay such an unimaginable price for an ant like him?

At the very moment the three of them felt their scalps tingle, the light screen above the firmament brightened completely.

Su Yuntao, now resurrected, reappeared in the live broadcast.

The background of the scene remained the dilapidated ruins of the city, and Su Yuntao was being held by his collar, suspended in mid-air with his feet dangling.

The one holding him was a handsome young man dressed in a plain robe.

The youth's expression was as calm as water, but what made it impossible for anyone to look away were his eyes.

In the depths of those clear pupils, the birth and destruction of countless stars were reflected, as if an entire vast and boundless galaxy were hidden within.

The youth looked at the Su Yuntao he held, his voice soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone on the Douluo Continent with perfect clarity.

"Who are you?"

Su Yuntao, suspended in mid-air, looked as if he had lost his soul; his eyes were unfocused, and in response to the youth's question, he only opened his mouth instinctively and mechanically.

"Su... Su Yuntao."

After the brief exchange, the handsome youth in the image tilted his head slightly.

Su Changqing looked at the Su Yuntao before him, and a subtle sensation suddenly stirred in his heart.

Someone was spying on him.

The feeling was not strong, appearing faint and elusive, as if countless eyes were staring at this place through a thick layer of glass.

Su Changqing frowned slightly.

Ever since he transmigrated into this world, keeping a low profile to develop and concealing his own karma and existence had become etched into his bones, turning into a primal instinct.

He was very unaccustomed to this feeling of being brazenly watched.

After sensing for a moment, he locked onto the source of this feeling of being watched.

This sensation originated from the life essence of Su Yuntao that he held in his hand.

In other words, as long as Su Yuntao remained alive, and as long as this body maintained vital signs, that unknown channel of surveillance would remain connected.

Su Changqing did not hesitate in the slightest.

A hint of coldness flashed through his eyes, and with a flicker of his thoughts, an invisible force of rules erupted instantly from within his body.

"Sever."

A plain word escaped his lips.

This invisible force of rules followed his fingertips and dove directly into the depths of Su Yuntao's body, precisely striking the invisible channel connected to the life essence.

A brief collision occurred in the void.

That faint, lingering sense of being watched vanished completely in an instant.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

Under the gaze of billions of eyes, the light screen broadcasting in the sky suddenly flickered violently, and large patches of static covered the previously clear image.

Accompanied by a burst of harsh noise, the entire screen instantly went dark, turning into a deep, pitch-black void.

Immediately following, a line of large text popped up on the black screen.

[Subjected to a rule-level strike, broadcast interrupted!]

Seeing this scene, the entire Douluo Continent erupted into an unprecedented uproar.

This shock was even more intense than Su Yuntao's resurrection from the dead.

Ever since the Sky Screen descended, after such a long period of observation and broadcasting, how could the powerhouses of the Douluo Continent not have investigated the origin of this thing?

However, no matter what level of soul power they used to probe it, and no matter how many ancient texts they consulted, the result was always the same.

Incomprehensible, uncommunicable.

This Sky Screen was absolutely a powerful creation that completely transcended their dimension and stood above their plane of existence; the two were simply not on the same level.

Yet, it was such an existence that even gods might not be able to see through.

Now, for the first time, it had shown a flaw.

It had even been forcibly interrupted.

And the root of all this was likely that young man in the image, whose eyes reflected endless stars.

With just a fleeting glance, the figure of that young man was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone on the Douluo Continent.