Resurrection

Huang Si connected his consciousness to Xiao Ke and notified Xi Yuan through him, "Go to Fang Mountain in the human territory and handle a task for me."

Xi Yuan replied that he happened to be nearby and could arrive quickly.

Huang Si then instructed, "Go and give Shu Zi an order."

A large temple had been built on the summit of Fang Mountain, a structure erected only in recent years.

It occupied a vast area and was decorated with the absolute best craftsmanship the humans could muster.

"Shu Zi." Xi Yuan's voice rang out like a tolling bell, booming across the summit of Fang Mountain and echoing throughout the entire human settlement.

Shu Zi jerked his head up. It was the Ancestor God! It was that Ancestor God who had always been the kindest to them. Could it be...

"Your piety has been felt by the God. Bathe, fast, and wait in silence; your wish shall be fulfilled."

All the humans looked toward the sky. What was Great God Xi Yuan talking about?

Shu Zi was overcome with wild joy and immediately threw himself to his knees. "Thank you, Great God! I shall prepare at once!"

After clarifying what needed to be done, Huang Si's consciousness transformed into a data stream and arrived at the Cultivation Department in the Earth Realm. Too lazy to use his prosthetic body, he went straight to find Xiao Hua.

Huang Si commanded:

"Forget all memories from your resurrection until now. Forget me... actually, that probably won't work, so just act as if you don't know me. No one will ever be able to extract any information about me from your lips."

Following the forced command issued to her soul, a look of painful struggle appeared on Xiao Hua's face before she quickly returned to a state of calm.

Huang Si took Xiao Hua with him, using his mental field to shield her from wind pressure as he carried her forward.

By the time he brought Xiao Hua to Fang Mountain, it was already the next morning.

Shu Zi dared not sleep; he simply knelt in silence with a group of shamans inside the temple dedicated to the Ancestor God.

Maintaining that posture for so long was difficult, and even many of the shamans had fallen asleep where they knelt, but only Shu Zi persisted.

Seeing Huang Si arrive, Xi Yuan checked with him before speaking.

"Shu Zi, look up."

Caught in the dual torment of physical and mental exhaustion, Shu Zi heard the words and hurriedly raised his head as instructed.

The group of shamans was also jolted awake by Xi Yuan's voice, and they all looked up.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in the air and drifted slowly downward.

It was Xiao Hua!

Xiao Hua was still alive! The Great God had resurrected her and brought her back!

The shamans erupted in excitement! The Ancestor God had truly resurrected Shu Zi's wife—what an astonishing miracle!

Shu Zi wept as he walked toward her.

It was his Xiao Hua. That expression, those eyes, that delicate frame, the face that had appeared in his dreams countless times—it was his Xiao Hua, without a doubt!

She had truly died in his arms and been buried by him in the earth, yet the Ancestor God had ultimately taken pity on his piety and bestowed such a great grace upon him.

"Oh, Ancestor God! I, Shu Zi, shall repay your great kindness for all eternity!"

Shu Zi's hand was about to touch Xiao Hua.

Xiao Hua hesitated for a brief moment, calling out to her soul master in her heart.

The current Xiao Hua had forgotten everything, but the soul-binding instinct remained, causing her to do so subconsciously.

Huang Si's consciousness issued an order: "Go back, act like a normal person, and there is no need to ask me about anything in the future."

With that, Huang Si unilaterally cut off the flow of information.

Xiao Hua's face showed signs of pain, but the forced command caused her to subconsciously mask her emotions.

Shu Zi noticed a strange flicker in Xiao Hua's expression, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the same warm smile as always.

Xiao Hua stepped forward and was swept into Shu Zi's embrace.

The people around them cheered wildly.

The Ancestor God had manifested the greatest miracle of all before their eyes: resurrection!

Xiao Hua's body trembled slightly in Shu Zi's arms.

Two months later.

"Hua, don't refuse. You must take this basket of eggs back to nourish yourself!" the old woman said to Xiao Hua with a kind smile.

Xiao Hua found it difficult to decline the woman's good intentions, so she bowed politely. "Thank you, Auntie."

In the human settlement, most people living together shared some degree of blood relation. Although some were quite distantly related, it was their custom to address everyone using the names of close kin.

For instance, older elders without specific official titles were all addressed as uncles or aunts.

Xiao Hua was gentle by nature and had received a good upbringing within the tribe; she was polite and graceful, making her well-liked even before.

Now, she was even more revered as the miracle brought back from the dead by the Ancestor God.

This made the others value her even more.

Ever since Xiao Hua returned, she had always received special care from many people.

Xiao Hua was very grateful to them and tried her best not to cause them any trouble.

Xiao Hua originally did not want to accept the eggs given by the old woman, but she could not withstand the woman's sincerity as she insisted on her taking them. In the end, she had no choice but to accept this kindness.

Carrying the wicker basket filled with pheasant eggs on her arm, Xiao Hua walked toward her home with some difficulty.

She was also carrying several other items on her person, including food and daily necessities.

Today, Xiao Hua had originally gone out to forage for food, but by the time she returned home, her arms were already full of various gifts given to her by others.

With things always being like this, she was becoming too embarrassed to go out.

Upon arriving home, she kissed her son, who had already grown into a young boy, and then began to busy herself with household chores.

Six years had passed since that death, and while Shu Zi's face had gained a few traces of weathering, Xiao Hua, having been resurrected, still maintained her former appearance.

Her memories were still stuck six years in the past, so she was very surprised to suddenly see that her son was already eight years old.

However, Xiao Hua gradually accepted these changes and began to busy herself for the sake of this family.

As the wife of the patriarch, she also often had to participate in many ceremonies within the tribe.

Now, since forced breeding had been abolished, all members of the human race could unite freely.

Recently, a new trend had begun to catch on: before young humans became husband and wife, they would hold a ceremony, invite friends and family to watch, and ask one or two respected elders to preside over it.

Because of Xiao Hua's special status and position, she was often invited to preside.

Xiao Hua was constantly busy.

One moment she was busy with household matters, the next she was worrying about her husband, then she had to discipline her child, and then she had to attend to various outside affairs.

On the surface, Xiao Hua's life was very fulfilling.

But only she knew that, at every moment, an inexplicable sense of emptiness shrouded her, as if she had forgotten something extremely important.

This sense of emptiness became unbearable whenever she quieted down, so Xiao Hua always subconsciously kept herself busy, wanting to fill that void with trivial matters.

However, for the past two months, despite how busy she was, the emptiness in her heart had never disappeared; instead, it had become increasingly severe.

"What did I forget?" Xiao Hua asked herself.

No one could answer her question.

Yet life had to go on, and she could only endure it silently, living according to the usual trajectory.

After finishing the day's housework, Xiao Hua sat on the mat of the earthen bed and thought to herself that it would still be a long time before her husband returned.

Shu Zi always returned very late; he was even busier than Xiao Hua.

There were many matters within the tribe, and people often disagreed. When Shu Zi finished his day's work and returned home late at night, he always appeared very exhausted.

To put her husband at ease, Xiao Hua never revealed her true emotions in front of him, simply fulfilling her duties as a wife and silently supporting him from behind.

Even though Xiao Hua was busier than Shu Zi, and her heart was becoming even more exhausted from constant inner struggle, she was unwilling to reveal even the slightest hint of it.

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