Revive, My Unseen Great-Ancestor!

Looking at everyone's stunned expressions, Qian Wuji, who stood at the bottom of the pit, clearly froze for a moment.

He patted the dust from his hands, looked around with an innocent expression, 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..." The corners of Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched wildly as he pointed at the coffin lid that had been kicked more than ten meters away and embedded in the wall.

"Wasn't what you did... a little too rough? The one lying inside is my grandfather, after all."

Splitting open the grave with one palm and kicking open the coffin with one foot—didn't this feel a little like a violent forced demolition?!

Back when those two little ones, Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue, came in the middle of the night to dig up a grave, even they knew to bring two shovels.

"Hey, I thought it was something serious. So that's what you meant. Does that even count as a problem?"

When Qian Wuji heard that, he waved his hand without a care and said with a smile, "The old man has been cooped up in that black box down there for so long."

"Now that he can come back to life and see the light of day again, he'll be overjoyed. Why would he care about all those red-tape formalities?"

"This is called focusing on efficiency. Fast movements, got it?"

"Besides, for such a great joyous occasion, of course the sooner the better. Hey, why are you all looking at me like that? You're making my skin crawl."

As Qian Wuji spoke, he casually raised his foot and kicked his father's coffin a few times.

"Xiao Heng, don't just stand there in a daze. Hurry over and use your martial soul ability to revive your great-great-grandfather."

"Little Brother... you really are the great filial son of our Qian family. Having you is truly our old father's good fortune."

Qian Wushuang held his forehead with one hand and smiled helplessly, then looked at Qian Renheng and said, "Xiao Heng, what are you waiting for? Since the coffin has already been opened, go on."

Qian Renheng snapped back to himself and nodded slightly.

He walked to the edge of the deep pit and glanced at the complete white bones preserved inside the coffin.

This great-great-grandfather he had never met had an astonishingly large skeleton, even as he lay there quietly.

Those broad shoulder blades and thick limb bones gave off a mountain-like, heavy pressure.

Judging from the skeleton's build, this great-great-grandfather's frame was at least a small size larger than his great-grandfather's and great-granduncle's.

Under everyone's expectant and burning gazes, Qian Renheng did not dawdle either.

His expression turned serious as he called, "Ming Ji, stop cultivating over there. Come out and get to work."

As his words fell, a deep black light shot out from his right ear.

The black light rapidly swelled in midair, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a slender, breathtakingly beautiful, cold black figure.

Ming Ji landed gracefully, her lips pursing slightly into a cold, faint smile as she looked obediently at her master.

Immediately after, another golden light brimming with vigorous vitality shot out from Qian Renheng's left ear, spun once in midair, and gradually grew larger. It was none other than Chun Xing.

"Oh my, I'm exhausted. I can finally come out and rest for a bit, take a breath."

The moment Chun Xing landed, she fluttered the brilliant wings on her back and looked left and right like a curious baby before finally fixing her gaze on that coffin.

"So this is the person Sister Ming Ji is about to show her divine might on and revive? His skeleton is actually that big."

"Huh?" Looking at the two young girls who had appeared out of nowhere, not only possessing solid bodies but even chattering away with each other, Qian Wuji suddenly froze, his eyes widening as he said, "Xiao Heng, your martial soul can actually talk like a person?"

However, this Saint Radiance Douluo's surprise lasted only two seconds before he quickly regained his calm.

He even nodded solemnly and said, "A martial soul being able to talk does sound outrageous."

"But if you compare it to reviving the dead, or mass-producing hundred-thousand-year plant soul beasts, it doesn't seem that unacceptable either."

Qian Wuji's ability to accept things was clearly much stronger than Qian Wushuang's. He did not even have the interest to ask why.

Trying to find something that conformed to common sense on this great-grandnephew, who could be called a monster among monsters, was itself something that did not conform to common sense.

As long as it was something that happened to Qian Renheng, everything became reasonable. After all, he was a little monster!

"All right, Chun Xing, the resurrection ritual is about to begin. Be quiet," Qian Renheng said with a slight smile.

Chun Xing also felt a little bored, so she retreated to one side, sat cross-legged in the air, and quietly watched with her cheeks propped in her hands.

"Ming Ji, let's begin!" Qian Renheng took a deep breath and slowly extended his fair, tender right hand.

A solemn look appeared on Ming Ji's breathtakingly beautiful face. She took a half step forward and extended her fair left hand.

One large and one small palm fitted together perfectly in midair without the slightest obstruction.

"Yin-Yang Reversal—"

"Samsara Yields—"

"Yellow Springs Path Severed—"

"Underworld Gate Opens—"

As Qian Renheng finished chanting, a vast surge of soul power erupted from beneath his feet like a volcano that had been building pressure for a long time.

Countless mysterious runes, blood-red as crimson, seemed to break through the earth from the underworld. They frantically wove, tore, and tangled around one another.

Finally, beneath Qian Renheng's feet, they formed a crimson six-pointed star formation!

Rumble—

The surrounding spatial barrier rippled, as if violently torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, and the Death Realm was once again projected into reality.

As far as the eye could see, the shattered earth plunged into unfathomable depths, and scalding magma flowed wantonly through the crisscrossing ravines.

In the distance, volcanoes erupted madly, and the entire sky seemed forever shrouded in darkness.

High above the firmament, an exaggeratedly huge scarlet blood moon, radiating a bewitching light, hung there coldly.

This was a kingdom forever engulfed in darkness, a realm belonging to the undead, a world that seemed on the verge of destruction.

Just then, a pair of pitch-black hands suddenly condensed in midair and violently grabbed at the desiccated white bones, dragging them up into the sky, infinitely close to the scarlet blood moon.

Immediately after, the blood moon hanging high in the firmament abruptly burst forth with a scarlet, viscous beam of light, enveloping the white bones within it.

A miracle unfolded before everyone's eyes once again; every time they watched it, it brought them a whole new shock!

"So... this is... the entire process of the resurrection ritual?!"

Qian Wuji stood to the side, gazing at the bewitching blood moon, his eyes filled with horror and awe.

This was the first time he had witnessed the scene before him in full, from the clear perspective of a third party.

Back when Qian Renheng performed the resurrection ritual on him, his soul consciousness had still been in a muddled state.

By the time he was revived, the Death Realm had already receded, and he had never directly seen such a grand scene of reversing life and death before his eyes!