Chapter 81: The Possibility of Resurrecting the Dead: The Rinne Tensei Technique

The Imperial Capital’s Tian Shu Bureau was astonished by the power Ye Xuan displayed last night and requested from Su Mengyao all available information about Ye Xuan, demanding even greater detail.

But aside from the fool girl, she had never concealed Ye Xuan’s information, and as for the fool girl, she would never tell them anything unless Ye Xuan revealed himself.

She never intended to tell them before, and now that Ye Xuan had directly revealed his fifth-rank power, she certainly wouldn’t speak.

If she did, the Imperial Capital’s headquarters would assume she had hidden information before, and even if Ye Xuan might not care, he would likely reduce his favor toward her.

Why would she do something that pleased neither side?

If the Imperial Capital’s Tian Shu Bureau has any complaints, let them ask Ye Xuan themselves—but she doubted they had the courage to do so.

“You decide for yourself.”

Zhou Chen spoke calmly, though inwardly he felt a touch of envy toward Su Mengyao.

The contract-bound holder of a Multiverse Treasure who reached the fifth rank, on the same level as Zhong Lao, would inevitably rise in status regardless of whether Su Mengyao had concealed information about Ye Xuan.

No reason was needed—Ye Xuan himself was the only reason.

“First, resolve the matter at hand.”

“The dust of an era, when it falls upon an individual, becomes a mountain.”

The beast surge triggered by the spiritual energy tide was swiftly quelled; with the Great Xia already prepared, all beast surges were calmed within just twelve hours.

It seemed the mutated beast surge had caused no significant impact on Great Xia, and they had achieved a great victory; but how could any war be without death?

Even if the number of dead was small—so small many didn’t care—it remained an unbearable truth for the families of the deceased.

These deaths could have been avoided.

If they hadn’t kept pets or livestock; if they had taken the Tian Shu Bureau’s notices seriously; if they had returned home earlier at night—so many “ifs,” yet reality offered no ifs.

Death had already occurred; the dead could not return.

All they could do was go to the Tian Shu Bureau to claim their loved ones’ bodies, then cremate them, hold funerals, suppress their inner pain, and carry on living as before, letting time dull the anguish.

Though cruel, this was reality.

With the spiritual energy tide’s arrival, the concentration of spiritual energy in the air rose, more people awakened abilities, and Blue Star entered a new era—as if everything was improving; yet, as Ye Xuan said, this was both the best of times and the worst of times.

Those who survived could witness the era’s leap, gain extraordinary power and long life in this new age; those who died, gained nothing.

Yet they should be grateful—for this era offered infinite possibilities.

Extraordinary power now belonged to the self; powers from fantasy had appeared in reality; resurrection of the dead now seemed no longer impossible.

Among the Multiverse Treasures currently appearing, one individual possessed the potential to resurrect the dead.

Sharingan.

Though only a two-tomoe Sharingan, it held the potential to evolve into the Rinnegan, however minuscule that possibility might be, it was not nonexistent.

If one day the Sharingan evolved into the Rinnegan, and the Rinne Tensei Technique was confirmed usable, perhaps everything would change.

To revive countless lives with one person’s lifespan—even allowing those deceased to be revived again later—countless people would willingly sacrifice their own lives just to bring back their loved ones.

But the prerequisite is that the Rinnegan’s Rinne Tensei Technique can be used in reality.

“Third-rank mutated creatures have spawned more than one.”

“Shouldn’t we expect no less from Mount Kunlun?”

After the Hangcheng beast surge ended, Ye Xuan returned to Mount Kunlun and gazed at the mutated snow leopard nearly beaten to death before him, speaking with a sigh.

Great Xia defines “third-rank” as beings capable of directly confronting small armed units, possessing moderate resistance to conventional firearms, sustaining high-intensity combat for long periods, and deploying wide-area abilities.

The clearest indicator of this is the quantity of spiritual energy within them.

At least in Ye Xuan’s view, whether the mutated antelope that consumed the “Elephant Fruit: Ancient Type: Mammoth Form” or the mutated Tibetan horse bear that could ignore bullet wounds after consuming an unknown heavenly treasure, neither qualified as “third-rank.”

Yet the former, in mammoth form, possessed combat power no weaker than a third-rank mutated creature.

The mutated snow leopard in his hands, however, was truly a third-rank mutated creature—its spiritual energy far exceeded any he had encountered before, and it possessed immense destructive power.

Speed, strength, reaction—all flawless, and it controlled ice manipulation.

Ye Xuan had anticipated that after the spiritual energy tide, third-rank cultivators and mutated creatures would emerge within a certain timeframe, but he hadn’t expected it to happen this soon.

Less than a day had passed, and already a third-rank mutated creature had appeared.

Had it reached the critical threshold between second and third rank before the spiritual energy tide, then absorbed sufficient spiritual energy afterward to evolve?

The spiritual energy in Mount Kunlun was naturally higher than in cities, and it teemed with biological resources; it was normal for mutated creatures there to reach third rank after the tide—but this was merely Kunlun.

What of the oceans?

In the deep sea, creatures already monstrous in size—had they mutated under the spiritual energy tide, perhaps even faster than land-dwelling humans and beasts?

“Awooo—”

The mutated snow leopard’s pained howl pulled Ye Xuan back to reality; he looked down at the dying creature.

“I almost forgot about you.”

Ye Xuan slowly knelt, placing his palm gently on the snow leopard’s neck.

“Crack.”

A soft sound—he ended its life cleanly. The snow leopard’s pupils instantly dilated, its body gave one final spasm, then went completely limp.

To reach third rank within a single day after the spiritual energy tide’s outbreak was rare; among all beings—including humans—at that moment, few had ascended to third rank.

That this mutated snow leopard achieved it—whether through talent or fortune—mattered little; what mattered was that it demonstrated the potential to become a powerhouse.

Ye Xuan genuinely hoped this era would produce more powerhouses, whether human or mutated beast—he longed for more to emerge.

But this would never be his excuse to let enemies grow unchecked.

Not only is this world not merely one of spiritual energy revival—the influence of fantasy’s dimensional entities on reality outweighs even spiritual energy; even if it were only a spiritual energy revival world, he would never leave himself vulnerable for the sake of some hypothetical “future opponent.”

He didn’t believe these enemies could ever match the pace of his own growth to become true rivals; even if they did, what if they actually caused him trouble? Would that not be self-inflicted suffering?

Yet encountering this mutated snow leopard was purely accidental; he came to Kunlun not to hunt mutated creatures.

Second-rank, third-rank—even fourth-rank—would not stir any interest in him.

He came here solely to use the Rat Talisman to manifest an opponent, and this opponent’s identity differed from all previous ones.

(End of Chapter)