He Was the One Who Sheltered Us from Wind and Rain!

"Return to life, my Great-Great-Grandfather—"

With a desperate roar, Qian Renheng gave it everything he had. Beneath the scarlet pillar of light, the White Skeleton underwent a sudden transformation!

Bright-red buds of flesh began to grow wildly over the pale bones. Like Bloodthirsty Vines, they rapidly crawled, coiled, and intertwined around the skeleton!

In just a few breaths, a tough heart had already formed within the once-empty ribcage, pounding wildly.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

The powerful, steady pounding rang beside everyone's ears—the sound of a beating heart.

Although the oversized Golden Armor draped over the skeleton concealed the shocking sight within.

Who among those present was not an immensely powerful cultivator?

They could clearly sense the abundant vitality within this body that was returning to life!

It seemed that Qian Yanyan's resurrection was only moments away.

After the heart took shape came full muscles and resilient skin!

As the light gradually faded, Qian Yanyan's newly reconstructed, imposing appearance was revealed before everyone.

Clad in Golden Armor, his body was so burly it was absurd, like an immovable mountain.

Even simply floating there in silence, he resembled a terrifying bear standing upright!

His golden hair flared wildly like a lion's mane, while his face was resolute and imposing. Between his thick, sword-like brows seemed to linger a biting killing intent!

"So this is my Great-Grandfather..." Qian Xunji muttered as he looked at that outrageously burly figure.

He had never met his Great-Grandfather. His Great-Grandfather had died before he was even born, and he had only seen information about him in the records.

This was an exceptionally domineering Angel Douluo, a titled Douluo who had cultivated the fire attribute of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul to its utmost limit. His strength was utterly terrifying!

"Grandfather... It really is Grandfather!"

Looking at that incomparably familiar face, Qian Daoliu—normally stern and unsmiling despite being over a hundred years old—was so excited that he cried out like a three-year-old child.

"Welcome back, my dear old man!" Qian Wuji laughed loudly. "Just as expected, old man, you're still the old man I remember. You really came back!"

Qian Wushuang, standing nearby, said nothing. As he looked at the figure in the air, his eyes gradually reddened, and his vision blurred.

The old man in his memories had been exceptionally strict. When he was young, he had often been whipped with a leather lash, and the old man had never held back.

But to say he did not miss him would be an outright lie!

During those years before he and his younger brother Qian Wuji had grown strong, it was this mountain-like father who had used his broad back to shield them from every storm.

He dearly missed those days when, as long as his father stood beside him, he felt filled with confidence and security.

"Father... How many years has it been? Your son can finally see you with his own eyes once again. Welcome back, my father!" Qian Wushuang's throat trembled as he let out a low, choked sob.

However, the resurrection ritual had not yet completely ended.

Deep within the Death Realm, beyond the Bronze Ancient Gate engraved with countless ferocious ghostly faces.

Amid the embrace of countless wronged souls, a dazzling ball of soul light suddenly burst through the gate!

Like a meteor tearing through eternal night, trailing a long tail of light, it plunged into the body that had just been reforged.

At the instant the ball of light entered his brow.

The surrounding space began to tremble violently. Behind Qian Yanyan, a burning Golden Great Sun Phantom rose from thin air, as though it had brought a blazing sun into this world.

That scorching yet holy radiance seemed poised to illuminate this dark world as brightly as day!

The great sun phenomenon lasted only a few seconds before gradually retracting and sinking into his body.

His body, like a humanoid iron tower, trembled slightly as Qian Yanyan slowly opened his eyes.

Those pupils, seemingly filled with Golden Lava, were brimming with confusion and bewilderment.

At the same time, as Qian Renheng's Soul Power ran dry, the Death Realm receded like an ebbing tide—arriving quickly and vanishing even faster.

The fractured earth, flowing magma, erupting volcanoes, and Blood Moon hanging in the Vast Sky all vanished completely.

The surroundings returned once more to the Hall of Douluo.

"Huff—"

"Huff—"

"Huff—"

Qian Renheng felt his legs go weak, and his whole body nearly collapsed backward from exhaustion.

He gasped heavily with difficulty, his face pale as paper. Reviving the dead had consumed an enormous amount of his strength.

As his Soul Power nearly bottomed out, Ming Ji's figure gradually became illusory. She then turned into specks of black light, dissipating and returning to Qian Renheng's body.

Chun Xing let out a delicate cry. With Qian Renheng's Soul Power nearly depleted, she could no longer maintain her physical form either.

"Honestly... I only just came out to play for a little while, and I already have to go back."

"Master, once you've recovered your Soul Power, don't forget to let Sister Ming Ji and me out again, okay~"

Chun Xing gave a playful smile, then transformed into specks of golden-green light and completely vanished, returning to Qian Renheng's body.

"Don't worry. I definitely won't make you wait in there for long," Qian Renheng said weakly, forcing out a pale smile.

Seeing this, Qian Wuji walked over to Qian Renheng and placed his enormous hand on his shoulder.

A stream of incomparably pure, attribute-less Soul Power poured wildly into Qian Renheng's nearly dried-up meridians as though it cost nothing.

In just a few seconds, Qian Renheng's Soul Power Pool, which had already been completely drained, swelled full again like a surging spring under Qian Wuji's infusion.

The healthy color gradually returned to his pale face.

Qian Renheng stood up and gave a bitter smile. From these three resurrection attempts, he had discovered that no matter how much Soul Power he possessed in the future, or what level his Soul Power reached.

Even though his Soul Power had reached level ninety-nine, the realm of an ultimate Douluo, and his reserves were astonishingly vast.

As long as he used the Death Apostle seat to resurrect someone who had already died, his Soul Power would be drained completely, leaving almost not a drop behind!

He could not even sustain the basic consumption required for Ming Ji and Chun Xing to remain outside!

"Brother... Are you feeling better now?" Qian Renxue stepped forward, grabbing Qian Renheng's arm as she asked with concern.

Every time her brother used this Martial Soul ability to revive someone, he became extremely weak. It pained her to see it.

"With Uncle-Grandfather helping me recover my Soul Power, Xiao Xue, I'm much better now. Don't worry about me." Seeing Qian Renxue's concerned expression, Qian Renheng felt delighted, a smile appearing on his face.