The next day.
Yang Ming and his group arrived at the door carrying several large coffins.
After the previous battle against the gods ended, Yang Ming returned to his sect to retrieve the bodies of Luo Qingxin and the others.
"Brother Xiu, Xiao Bai and the others are all here." Yang Ming, who was always unserious, stared blankly at Bai Qi's coffin.
"Hmm." Fang Xiu nodded. "Open all the coffins."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming opened each of the coffins, revealing four mangled corpses. Although mangled, the bodies were not decomposed and were clearly well preserved.
The four bodies were Bai Qi, Xiong Tianguang, Li Xiaoru, and Luo Qingxin.
The death was extremely gruesome; the body looked as if it had been gnawed by wild animals, and was unrecognizable.
"Brother Xiu, can... can he be resurrected?" Yang Ming asked worriedly. In fact, he knew that Fang Xiu would definitely be fine, but as the saying goes, concern makes one confused. Even if he was 99% sure, he was still afraid of that 1% failure.
"Don't worry, with Brother Xiu taking care of things, there won't be any problems," Zhao Hao reassured him.
Fang Xiu stretched out his palm, and the power of time slowly covered the four corpses. Then, a miraculous scene appeared: time seemed to reverse on the four people.
The originally broken and stiff body slowly became whole and soft.
A moment later, four people, exactly as everyone remembered, appeared before them.
Whoosh!
Bai Qi and the others opened their eyes instantly, jumped up from the coffin, and looked around warily, only to be stunned on the spot.
Because what they saw was not the enemy in the restricted area, but Fang Xiu and his group.
"What... what's going on?"
Where is this?
Bai Qi looked at everyone with a puzzled expression, and found that everyone was excited, especially Yang Ming, whose eyes were red.
Could it be...?
They recalled the scene where Fang Xiu resurrected the Spirit Master in the mortal world.
"Have we... been resurrected?" Bai Qi asked incredulously.
Before he could react, bang!
A sharp pain shot through Bai Qi's face as he was sent flying by Yang Ming's punch.
Yang Ming's face was filled with rage: "Little Bai, you bastard! You insisted on going to that damn forbidden area! Didn't I tell you before that if you lack cultivation resources, I can ask the sect for them, and you can pay me back later? I know you're embarrassed and afraid of troubling others, but am I someone else?!"
Bai Qi, who had been knocked away, got up from the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth. His cold face was filled with anger: "Yang Ming, you bastard, I don't need your charity. What I want, I will get with my own hands!"
He instantly transformed into a blur and struck Yang Ming hard in the face.
"What are you going to do? You have something ready-made but you don't want it. You just want to go and die. I think you're a complete idiot!" Yang Ming roared and started fighting with Bai Qi.
The two sides fought like the most brutal street brawl, without any rules or strategy, simply exchanging punches.
With Yang Mingxian Emperor's cultivation level, even if he stood still and let Bai Qi, who only had the cultivation level of a sixth-order immortal, hit him, he would not be able to break through his defense.
However, Yang Ming did not use any strength at this time; it was just pure hand-to-hand combat.
It was supposed to be a reunion after decades, but the touching scene I had imagined did not happen.
"Their relationship is so good," Xiao Chuxia teased from the side.
"Who would be on good terms with this big idiot!"
"Only an idiot would be close to him!"
Yang Mingbai and Qi roared at the same time.
This caused everyone to burst into laughter.
Xiao Chuxia walked over to the bewildered Luo Qingxin and grabbed her slender arm, saying, "Sister Luo, I missed you so much."
Luo Qingxin's eyes were slightly red, and she looked around with her beautiful eyes: "Everyone... I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"Sister Luo, what are you saying? We're all on the same side..." Zhao Hao stepped forward and smiled.
As a result, Xiao Chuxia kicked him away: "Friends of nuns, get lost, don't get involved!"
Zhao Hao was furious: "What are you talking about! What do you mean by 'friends of nuns'! They are all my good sisters!"
As everyone was resurrected, the palace was filled with laughter and joy, giving one the feeling of returning to the real world, to the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation.
After a while of playful banter, the crowd finally calmed down. The sense of unfamiliarity that had been there for decades was broken at this moment, just like before.
"Brother Xiu, now that we're all here, it's time to discuss what to do next," Yang Ming, his face bruised and swollen, mumbled.
"How many years have passed since we died?" Bai Qi, whose face was also bruised and swollen, asked.
“You have been dead for thirty-four years.”
Bai Qi and the others' expressions changed slightly: "Thirty-four years? That's so long! Counting the thirty years we spent in Kyushu, there are less than forty years left to save the world. Who is the most powerful cultivator in our group?"
"Me," Fang Moli said proudly.
"What level of cultivation?"
"Immortal Emperor".
"Immortal Emperor?" Li Xiaoru's face immediately fell: "He's not even a demigod, and he has less than forty years left. How can he become a god?"
Without becoming a god, one cannot create a divine kingdom, nor can one isolate the mortal world from the other shore like in Kyushu.
Fang Moli was somewhat embarrassed: "Within forty years, I will definitely become a demigod."
“But a demigod is simply not enough to protect the entire mortal world,” Luo Qingxin said with deep concern.
"Don't worry, Sister Luo, it's nothing." Zhao Hao shrugged nonchalantly, completely unconcerned.
Luo Qingxin had been dead for decades, and her information was fragmented. When she heard Zhao Hao say this, her beautiful eyes lit up immediately: "Do you have a way?"
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