Saint Radiance Douluo Qian Wuji, Revive, My Great-Uncle!

Seeming to notice the suspicion and speechlessness in Qian Renheng's eyes, Qian Wushuang hurriedly explained.

"Well, you see... Little Heng, your great-uncle was good in every way. Strong talent, strong combat power!"

"It's just that he liked these bright red roses. According to him, only vivid roses were the romance of the strong!"

"He was a bit unconventional, so before he died, he gave special instructions."

"When he was buried, he had to wear clothes embroidered all over with bright red roses."

"Don't mind those details. Just focus on reviving your great-uncle." Qian Wushuang held his forehead with one hand.

Hearing this, Qian Renheng nodded slightly and did not think too much of it. A peerless expert, after all. And one with the greatest talent and strongest strength of his era. Being unconventional was understandable.

He drew in a deep breath, his gaze sharpening as he gave a low shout. "Come out, Ming Ji!"

"Buzz—"

Along with a fluctuation of soul power, countless strands of black energy began gathering in midair, and the Death Angel abruptly took shape.

She was still as she had been before, dressed in intricate and magnificent Gothic attire, her long black hair spilling down like a waterfall.

Her beauty was peerless, her figure voluptuous and graceful. Just standing there was enough to make people suck in a cold breath.

"This spirit separated from the body... really is special." This was Qian Wushuang's first time seeing Qian Renheng's detached spirit, the Death Angel, and he had to admit it was truly shocking. Just by looking at her, the young woman seemed almost no different from a real person.

If not for the fact that he could not sense the aura of the living from her, he might truly have thought the Death Angel was a living, breathing person standing before him.

"Ming Ji, let's begin," Qian Renheng said calmly. "Use the second Death Seat slot and revive the skeleton before us!"

As he spoke, Qian Renheng extended his fair right hand.

In the sky, Ming Ji's lively, profound eyes showed no concealment of their attachment and joy toward Qian Renheng.

Hearing him, a submissive smile blossomed across her breathtakingly beautiful face. The six black wings on her back trembled slightly, and she slowly drifted down from midair, extending her jade-white left hand.

One large, one small, their palms pressed together in perfect tacit understanding.

Qian Renheng slowly closed his eyes. The soul power within him surged out wildly without reservation, merging with Ming Ji's, as he chanted:

"Yin and yang reverse! Reincarnation gives way!"

"The Yellow Springs road is severed! The gate to the underworld opens!"

As Qian Renheng finished his chant, the entire space of the Hall of Douluo began to tremble violently.

Black flames, pitch-dark as ink and thick as glue, centered on the two of them and swept through the entire hall like an oncoming tsunami.

Immediately after, one profound, incomprehensible red rune after another lit up beneath their feet.

These intricate runes seemed to possess life, interweaving with one another, biting at one another, frantically tangling together until they formed a dark-red six-pointed star formation.

"Riiip—"

The instant the formation took shape, the surrounding spatial barrier, which had originally been stable, seemed to be forcibly torn apart by a pair of invisible hands!

An entirely different, hair-raising abnormal dimensional space was forcefully projected into the real world.

Everyone looked up and saw that in this world, the earth was split into countless terrifying abysses, scalding magma flowed everywhere, and volcanoes spewed thick smoke at every moment.

The sky seemed forever shrouded in night, the atmosphere oppressive to the extreme. And above that dark firmament, an absurdly enormous, bewitchingly beautiful, dazzling red moon hung high overhead, coldly overlooking this world!

"This is... Little Heng's Death Angel spirit ability—the Death Realm?!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes went wide, and he was so shocked he could barely speak coherently. This was the first time he had personally witnessed Qian Renheng use his spirit ability.

"How is this a spirit ability? This is clearly summoning another world! A special world formed from the attributes of darkness, death, and destruction!"

He could sense it: within this world were darkness, death, and destruction attributes of an utterly dense and extreme degree.

This world was shrouded in darkness, this world was filled with death, and this world was being destroyed!

When the other six great worshippers saw the horrifying scene before them, they all sucked in a cold breath. This Death Realm had already completely surpassed their understanding.

They had lived so many years, yet never once had they seen someone whose spirit could directly summon a world!

"Little Heng's spirit ability... truly is like a divine skill released by the descent of a god!" Golden Crocodile Douluo trembled all over.

"As expected of my..." When Qian Xunji saw this, he had just been about to say something when he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be under the watch of several threatening gazes.

Qian Wushuang, Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, Qingluan, Xiongshi, Guangling, Qianjun, and Jiangmo all had gloomy expressions.

Don't you know what you are like? You actually have the nerve to say something like that!

"Ahem—don't all look at me like that. My son has the bearing of one who can become a god. There's nothing wrong with that, right?" Qian Xunji said awkwardly.

Hearing this, everyone withdrew their gazes one after another and stopped paying attention to Qian Xunji, this disgrace of the Qian family. He was already that old, yet his soul power was only rank ninety-five. Was that even acceptable?!

"The Death Realm..." Qian Wushuang murmured. Back when Qian Renheng had revived him, his consciousness had still been in a muddled state. By the time he had fully awakened, the Death Realm had already disappeared.

So he, the person directly involved, had never seen the Death Realm at all. This was his first time witnessing it with his own eyes.

"This Death Realm is simply like the legendary kingdom of the dead. It is filled with dense darkness, death, and destruction attributes, like a special world formed from the entanglement of these three attributes!"

"Revive, my great-uncle—"

Just as everyone was marveling at the uniqueness and terror of the Death Realm, Qian Renheng abruptly opened his eyes and shouted aloud!

The ritual had already been completed, and Qian Wuji's corpse bones were intact. Reversing life and death, reviving one who had died—it would happen now!

"Boom—"

Under everyone's incredulous stares, the Death Realm condensed two enormous black hands and violently dragged Qian Wuji's skeletal remains from inside the coffin into the Death Realm.

Immediately after, high above the firmament, that astonishingly huge, bewitching, resplendent blood moon erupted with a scarlet, viscous pillar of red light that directly enveloped him.

A miracle descended once more. Of course, this was the second time—but it was the first time everyone had witnessed it with their own eyes!

Qian Wuji's skeletal remains hovered in the air of the Death Realm, shrouded by that terrifyingly enormous blood moon.

The originally pale, withered bones, nourished by the bloodlight, began to regrow flesh and blood at a horrifying speed.

Like a withered tree meeting spring and sprouting anew, these remains were like parched earth, madly absorbing the spring rain.