Chapter 428: Resurrection

Di Mu Li looked at Da Men Linzi, who was smiling at her in the mirror, and she returned the smile, like the morning sun, her eyes sparkling with bright light as if stars were shining.

All the clothes here look beautiful; she likes them very much, but she's just not used to some of them lately.

"Come, Xiao Li, try this one again," Da Men Linzi picked another pastel‑red lolita from the rack, which, compared with the white one she was wearing, had a far more intricate design and came with a red hat.

Clearly Da Men Linzi wants Di Mu Li to try on every pretty outfit here; that must be why girls go shopping or love dressing up.

After all, who could refuse a pretty doll‑like girl changing into new clothes?

"Hmm." Di Mu Li looked at the new garment in her hands, smiling, and prepared to walk toward the changing room.

But the moment Di Mu Li took the new clothes, the Philosopher's Stone inside her body that constantly draws magic suddenly emitted a strange pulse, causing her movement to halt instantly.

The pale‑purple magic surged through her body at breakneck speed, while her heart raced and all the blood seemed to pool in her chest.

She felt an unprecedented weakness, as if all her magic were being drained at once, leaving her without the strength even to stand or speak.

Her body had just improved a lot, enough to live a normal life for a few days, yet now she had to start replenishing magic again?

Her eyes went black, and the new garment she had just taken slipped straight down, its red floral pattern hidden beneath the white tiles.

Di Mu Li lost her strength, staggered back a few steps, then fell backward.

When Da Men Linzi saw the scene, time seemed to slow; she reached out to pull the falling Di Mu Li but grasped at nothing, the bright mirror reflecting her frantic, terrified expression.

"Xiao Li!"

"Change!"

Just as Di Mu Li was about to hit the ground, the dazzling magic circle and chanting suddenly sounded.

In Da Men Linzi's astonished gaze, within the golden magic circle etched with intricate sigils, a mage slowly stepped out.

He wore a white feathered robe, and each shoulder bore a strap made of rings.

The white mage gently supported the falling Di Mu Li with his right hand adorned with magical rings, while his left hand reached for her leg, cradling the unconscious Di Mu Li softly in his arms.

Her long hair, previously tied into a braid, unfurled at that moment, cascading down like a black waterfall.

Like a lifeline in desperation, it always appears at the most critical moment.

"White mage, didn't you already solve Xiao Li's bodily problem last time? Why is it like this now?" Da Men Linzi, seeing Jiang Xia holding Di Mu Li, first exhaled in relief, then asked cautiously.

"Last time I only freed her from the constant need for magic, but that can't fully resurrect Xiao Li. She still needs a bit of help."

Jiang Xia lowered his head, sensing Di Mu Li's condition as she lay in his arms; the magic flowing throughout her body was now converging into the Philosopher's Stone.

The magic that once surged through her veins had now vanished completely, and without the Philosopher's Stone's power, Di Mu Li was drifting toward death.

The only upside now is that the Philosopher's Stone has become extremely pure, and the fused soul has been separated.

"Resurrection?"

Da Men Linzi realized Jiang Xia's term for Di Mu Li's condition was not healing or replenishing magic, but resurrection.

Only someone already dead can be described with "resurrection," and that can only mean one thing—that the lively, cute Di Mu Li before her had already passed away.

The dead revived; magic can actually bring the dead back to life! Jiang Xia glanced at the shocked Da Men Linzi, assuming this information would be conveyed through her to everyone at the Hall of Reflections.

But it's not a big deal; this isn't true resurrection, because this world has souls and also the concept of reincarnation.

Whether known or not, it's a fact; Di Mu Li's medical records are not hard to find, and the fact that she's already dead is equally easy to verify.

Jiang Xia carried Di Mu Li into the magic circle, like a drop merging into the sea; amid the faint ripples, the activated teleportation circle vanished. "Wait…," Da Men Linzi realized belatedly, but the circle had already disappeared by the time she moved.

"Qingren, the situation is urgent now; the white mage has taken Xiao Li away."

Whether the white mage's claim is true or false, they at least need to be given detailed information; such a reckless act is basically kidnapping.

"Got it, my familiar has already started investigating, don't worry the white mage will harm Li," Cao Zhenqingren said on the phone, soothing Da Men Linzi and assuring her, while dispatching more familiars to search for Di Mu Li's whereabouts.

The information gap was huge; they knew almost nothing, and whatever the other side did, they never understood the reasons.

Night fell, a single spark lit up in the pitch‑black building, like the fuse of a firecracker, and the city's lights burst forth along that fuse, dazzling like a city that never sleeps.

Birdwell Slope was a place resembling an altar, surrounded by stone‑circle‑like structures, and at the center of these primordial pillars, Di Mu Li lay face‑up on the altar, eyes closed, hands crossed, like a sleeping beauty.

Of course, this was originally the site Di Mu Zuo chose to hold the second Witch Feast, and it now serves perfectly as the place to resurrect Di Mu Li.

This time, however, there is no Witch Feast, only a girl about to be reborn.

When Jiang Xia poured his power into the center of the altar, the golden magical gem stored within Di Mu Li's body suddenly glowed.

Di Mu Li's body jolted, the Philosopher's Stone's energy gathered slowly above her, eventually forming a crystal‑clear purple gem.

Jiang Xia reached out, and the gem fell into his hand like a tired bird returning to its nest.

He gently grasped the purple gem, applying light pressure; it instantly emitted a powerful thumping sound, and its massive energy wave instantly spread throughout Birdwell Slope.

The Philosopher's Stone shone like a meteor, its immense magic converging entirely into Jiang Xia's hand.

He opened his palm; the crystal‑clear gem had vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar purple magic ring called the Hope Magic Ring.

At the same time, Di Mu Li's body, now missing the Philosopher's Stone, emitted a faint glow, for her body was made of the Stone; now that it's gone, her body won't last long.

It could be only a few seconds, or perhaps just a fleeting instant.

Of course, this is assuming Jiang Xia didn't tamper with anything.

At that moment, the stone pillars surrounding the altar rang with countless tiny sounds, as the massive stones instantly shattered into innumerable coin‑like fragments.

Countless cellular coins formed a silver dragon in the air, spiraled several loops, then rained down, forcefully pouring into Di Mu Li's body, and desire began to accumulate.

The offering to resurrect Di Mu Li is the Witch Feast altar itself.

Unlike the Greedy One, the object containing will and soul is not the Core Coin but the golden magical gem Jiang Xia implanted in Di Mu Li's chest.

It not only replaces the Core Coin's function but also lets Di Mu Li wield magic; the artificial phantom was invented by Di Mu Zuo, so this is a case of the item returning to its original owner.

Jiang Xia quietly waited for the cellular coins to transform into a real body; this is his unique method of resurrecting humans.

Alchemical Art and magic have decent compatibility, and those revived enjoy long lifespans and high immortality, making it a relatively perfect resurrection method.

At that instant, urgent running sounds reached Jiang Xia's ears, and he turned his head toward the direction of the footsteps.

Several mechanical beasts, looking like assembled toy constructs, floated in the night sky, constantly emitting sounds; they are familiars, usable for tracking and guiding mages.

"I'd be fine if you just came over, but could you stop bringing the enemy along as well?" Jiang Xia stared at the constantly writhing shadows in the night behind the approaching Cao Zhenqingren.

How many times has this been? There will always be some reckless people looking for an opportunity to rush in.

"What?" Cao Zhenqingren likewise also sensed the abnormality behind them.

That bright lightning instantly illuminated the pitch-black night sky, after which the lightning continued to gather, the Electric Arc spread in all directions, launching indiscriminate attacks on everyone here until the entire altar was filled with that destructive white light! (End of chapter)