Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Qian Wuji, standing at the bottom of the huge pit, was clearly taken aback.
He patted the dust from his hands, looked around innocently, and asked in confusion, "Big Brother, why are you all looking at me like that?"
"And what did you mean by what you just said? Is there something wrong with what I did?"
"Uncle..." Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched violently as he pointed at the coffin lid that had been kicked more than ten meters away and embedded in the wall.
"Wasn't that... a little too rough? After all, my grandfather is lying inside."
Splitting open a grave with one palm strike and kicking open the coffin with one kick—wasn't that a bit like a violent forced demolition?!
Back when Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue came to dig up graves in the middle of the night, they at least knew to bring two shovels.
"Oh, I thought it was something serious. So this is what you meant? Does this even count as a problem?"
Qian Wuji waved a hand carelessly and said with a smile, "My old man had been stifled in that black box underground for so long."
"Now that he could be revived and see daylight again, he'd be happy enough already. Why would he care about such pointless formalities?"
"I call this valuing efficiency. Fast and decisive, understand?"
"Besides, such a joyous occasion should be done sooner rather than later. Hey, why are you all looking at me like that? You're giving me the creeps."
As he spoke, Qian Wuji casually lifted his foot and gave his father's coffin a kick.
"Xiao Heng, stop standing there blankly. Come over and use your Martial Soul ability to revive your Great-Great-Grandfather."
"Little Brother... you truly are the Qian Clan's most filial son. Having you is our old man's blessing."
Qian Wushuang held his forehead with one hand and smiled helplessly. Then he looked at Qian Renheng and said, "Xiao Heng, what are you still standing around for? Now that the coffin is open, go over."
Qian Renheng came back to his senses and nodded slightly.
He walked to the edge of the deep pit and glanced at the intact, stark white skeleton preserved inside the coffin.
This Great-Great-Grandfather whom he had never met possessed an astonishingly massive skeleton, even as he lay there motionless.
Those broad shoulder blades and thick limb bones alone gave off an oppressive feeling as heavy as a mountain.
Yet judging by the skeleton's size, this Great-Great-Grandfather's frame was at least a full size larger than Great-Grandfather's and Uncle-Grandfather's.
Under everyone's expectant and burning gazes, Qian Renheng did not waste any time.
His expression turned solemn as he called out, "Ming Ji, stop cultivating over there. Come out and get to work."
As soon as he spoke, a deep black beam shot out from his right ear.
The black light rapidly expanded in midair, transforming in the blink of an eye into a graceful black figure of peerless, chilly beauty.
Ming Ji drifted gracefully to the ground. She pursed her lips into a cool, faint smile and looked obediently at her master.
Immediately afterward, another golden beam brimming with vigorous vitality shot out from Qian Renheng's left ear. It spun once in midair, gradually enlarged, and revealed Chun Xing.
"Ahh, I'm exhausted. I can finally come out, rest for a bit, and get some fresh air."
The moment Chun Xing landed, he flapped the brilliant wings behind him and looked left and right like a curious child, eventually fixing his gaze on the coffin.
"Is this the person Sister Ming Ji is about to show her might on and revive? That skeleton is enormous."
"Huh?" He stared at the two girls who had appeared out of thin air, possessing physical bodies and even chatting away.
Qian Wuji froze, his eyes widening as he said, "Xiao Heng, your Martial Soul can actually talk like a person?"
However, Saint Radiance Douluo's shock lasted only two seconds before he quickly regained his composure.
He even nodded with apparent seriousness. "Though a Martial Soul being able to talk sounds absurd..."
"Compared to reviving the dead and mass-producing hundred-thousand-year Plant Soul Beasts, it actually doesn't seem that unacceptable."
Qian Wuji's ability to accept things was clearly far stronger than Qian Wushuang's. He had no interest in even asking why.
Trying to find something that conformed to common sense on this great-nephew, a monster among monsters, was itself something that did not conform to common sense.
As long as something happened to Qian Renheng, everything became reasonable. After all, he was a little monster!
"Alright, Chun Xing. The revival ritual is about to begin, so be quiet," Qian Renheng said with a faint smile.
Chun Xing also felt rather bored, so he retreated to one side, sat cross-legged in the air, propped his chin on both hands, and watched quietly.
"Ming Ji, let's begin!" Qian Renheng took a deep breath and slowly extended his fair right hand.
A solemn expression appeared on Ming Ji's beautiful face. She stepped forward half a pace and extended her pale left hand.
One large hand and one small hand met perfectly in midair without the slightest obstruction.
"Yin-Yang Reversal—"
"Samsara Yields—"
"Yellow Springs Path Severed—"
"Underworld Gate Opens—"
As Qian Renheng finished chanting, surging Soul Power erupted from beneath his feet like a volcano that had been building pressure for ages.
Countless profound scarlet runes, red as blood, seemed to burst forth from the underworld. They crazily intertwined, tore at one another, and tangled together.
At last, a scarlet six-pointed star formation took shape beneath Qian Renheng's feet!
"Rumble—"
Ripples spread across the surrounding spatial barrier, as though invisible hands had violently torn it apart. The Death Realm was projected into reality once more.
As far as the eye could see, the shattered earth was bottomless, while scorching magma flowed freely through crisscrossing ravines.
Distant volcanoes erupted wildly, and the entire sky seemed eternally shrouded in darkness.
Above the Vast Sky, an outrageously enormous scarlet Blood Moon hung coldly in the air, radiating an eerie glow.
This was a realm of the undead, eternally blanketed in darkness—a world that seemed to stand on the brink of destruction.
At that moment, a pair of enormous black hands abruptly condensed in midair. They violently seized the dry white bones, dragged them into the sky, and brought them infinitely close to the scarlet Blood Moon.
Then, the Blood Moon suspended high above suddenly burst forth with a scarlet, viscous pillar of light that enveloped the skeleton.
A miracle unfolded before everyone's eyes once again. Every viewing brought an entirely new shock!
"So... this is... the complete process of the revival ritual?!"
Qian Wuji stood nearby, staring at the eerie Blood Moon, his eyes filled with horror and awe.
This was the first time he had witnessed the entire scene before him from the clear-minded perspective of a third party.
When Qian Renheng had performed the revival ritual on him back then, his soul consciousness had still been in a muddled state.
By the time he was revived, the Death Realm had already receded. He had never directly witnessed such a grand scene of life and death being reversed!
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