Chapter 736: Miracle of Death and Rebirth

"This," Lao Lunsi stared at the scene before him with a bewildered, astonished expression.

Each of those objects floating in midair gave him an inner yearning, a desire to merge them into himself.

Except for a few, the overwhelming majority were extraordinary traits he recognized and could name, all belonging to the "Apprentice" path.

As for the two unfamiliar types, he also formed some guesses in his mind, accompanied by bewilderment, panic and unease.

In the council of elders, the others gradually regained composure; a man wearing gold‑rimmed glasses, looking like a university professor, examined each trait with a slightly frantic expression, his heartbeat unconsciously quickening.

"How can there be so many traits, and"

"And they're all from the "Apprentice" path; moreover, many belong to high sequences."

Beside him stood a man of average build, his hair neatly combed, dressed in Lu En's most fashionable black formal attire, wearing a semi‑high silk top hat, a man in his forties, who replied.

Lao Lunsi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and spoke in a low voice:

"First, activate the family's seal of authority, stabilize the situation here; I will attempt to pray now."

"No need to pray; I have already arrived."

Lei Ke Dun's voice accompanied by vivid, tree‑like roots descending from the depths of the spirit realm materialized in the room.

At the same moment, star after star materialized out of thin air, dense and dazzling, casting successive beams of pure, clear radiance throughout the room.

These purposeful rays fell upon each extraordinary trait, turning into a layer of transparent amber‑like seal that imprisoned most of the extraordinary traits.

In the end, only one copy of each extraordinary trait from Sequence Nine through Sequence One remained; under Lei Ke Dun's control, they merged into a single one, which fell into his hand.

After completing this, he turned to Lao Lunsi and the other members of the Abraham family, and said in a calm tone:

"This is considered Mr. Men's relic; He returned to reality, and then A Meng stole the god‑making ceremony and authority."

"Of course, at this level, any existence finds it hard to die completely."

Lao Lunsi watched the extraordinary traits scattered on the ground after being sealed, his complexion turning an unnatural pallor for a moment, bewildered and at a loss; they had just been discussing how to perform the ceremony to help their ancestor return, without reaching a conclusion, when the news of the ancestor's fall arrived first.

After a long silence, he barely accepted the news, and in an instant seemed to age considerably, his expression complex yet more composed, no longer weighed down by worries.

On the other side, the man with gold‑rimmed glasses, looking like a university professor, whose expression fluctuated, after a moment of inner conflict chose to voice his doubt:

"Does 'hard to die completely' mean the ancestor still has a chance of resurrection? From us, is that so?"

He paused, without waiting for Lei Ke Dun's answer, nor caring about the changing expressions of the other council members, and continued:

"If so, would swallowing these traits allow the ancestor to return from within my body?"

Lei Ke Dun slowly shook his head and said:

"It is possible, but a greater likelihood is that you would lose control and become a monster."

"Even if you are willing to abandon yourself, your spirit will still linger, eventually merging with the residual spiritual imprint within the extraordinary traits to form a mental amalgam monster."

After a pause, Lei Ke Dun let out a light laugh as if recalling something and said, "You can ask the 'Yu Zhe' for a miracle of death and rebirth; though a response is not guaranteed, trying is never wrong."

"I need to take this merged trait of Sequence Nine through Sequence One; I will attempt to strip away its spiritual imprint."

"As for you, go pray for a miracle; perhaps soon you will be able to hear your ancestor's voice again, a normal voice."

As the words faded, Lei Ke Dun's figure, carrying the merged traits from Sequence Nine to Sequence One, vanished, departing from reality.

In the suddenly silent conference room, Lao Lunsi and the other council members stared at each other, each waiting to speak first.

After a while, the young man who had shown the greatest eagerness about Mr. Men lifted his gold‑rimmed glasses, looked at Lao Lunsi, and said in a calm, deep voice, "Who among us will pray to the 'Yu Zhe'?"

Lao Lunsi raised his hand to his forehead, sighed, and said:

"Hold on a moment; I will contact Fu Er Si and have her inquire about the 'Yu Zhe's attitude toward this matter."

"Also, what kind of reward can we offer?"

Dressed in black formal wear and a semi‑high silk top hat, Duo Lian·Ge Lei immediately replied, "In addition to these traits, the family also possesses two level‑0 seals and several level‑1 seals."

"But he—no, it should be He—why does He want us to seek help from the 'Yu Zhe'?"

Lao Lunsi shook his head, his tone uncertain, and said, "Perhaps it is because the 'Yu Zhe' holds the authority of miracles, or maybe it is a transaction between them." Gradually, the conference room fell silent again, everyone lost in thought, no longer speaking.

In the Star Realm, within the Perfect Land surrounded by countless canopy‑like colorful clusters, wave after wave of massive pure information streams surged along branch‑like colored tendrils, merging into Lei Ke Dun's body.

"It was truly unexpected; A Meng instantly became the 'Error' and even obtained Men's authority."

"From the corrupted Huo La Mi Ke·Hai Dun onward, everything began to enter the True Creator's script, or perhaps He had already been scheming even earlier."

"The Dreamer is truly troublesome, especially one who has already begun to grasp the Chaos Sea."

While muttering softly, a semi‑transparent, oddly shaped key appeared in his hand.

Simply holding it, information continuously streamed from it to Lei Ke Dun—coordinates, some within the world, some in the boundless starry sky; it seemed capable of locating and unlocking every door in this world.

"The contamination on Mr. Men appears to have been cleared when this trait was extracted, but correspondingly, Men's spiritual imprint has also become weak."

As he sighed, Lei Ke Dun's eyes emitted a deep blue‑purple glow, within them coalescing complex, illusory symbols.

Massive information spontaneously surged, swirling around the semi‑transparent key in his hand, forming an illusory light sphere.

Gradually, the illusory light sphere extended outward with numerous transparent, star‑lit tendrils that intertwined, forming a massive humanoid silhouette as if constructed from layer upon layer of doors.

Within this silhouette, many symbolic signs floated; they were formed by star worms—creatures twisted from various angles, curled, and shimmering with brilliant starlight.

As the star worms writhed, the massive humanoid silhouette began to reveal a clearer outline; the process halted at a certain point, no longer able to change.

"It can only be done this way; my understanding of the 'Star Key' is insufficient, and the model built from knowledge and information can only reach this point, barely able to bear this trait."

While muttering softly, he reached forward and grasped at empty air; the massive humanoid silhouette, as if built from countless doors, instantly collapsed into a fist‑sized crystal sphere with constantly flickering starlight.

Simultaneously, streams of illusory, torrent‑like massive information separated from his body, reassembling into an identical silhouette, though its aura fell short of an angelic level.

As soon as this silhouette appeared, it reached out, seized the crystal sphere, and together transformed into an information torrent, surging out of the Perfect Land.

Above the gray mist, within an ancient palace, Ke Lai En was fretting over a book shrouded in black shadows.

The moment the book was delivered to the gray mist, the entire mist boiled, its reaction larger than that of the previous Old Box.

"Perhaps it's because the Old Box contained knowledge contamination, whereas this book is truly a singular evolutionary entity."

"Fortunately, I have fully seized control here, having taken over the Source Fortress; of course, had it not been so, I would not have dared to bring this thing up."

While muttering to himself, above the boundless gray mist, the illusory star representing Lei Ke Dun suddenly expanded, sending out concentric rings of deep‑red ripples outward.

After hesitating a moment, Klein then extended his spirit to touch the crimson star.

The crimson light spread like a tide, and accompanying it came wave after wave of information flood.

In the surging grey-white mist, it easily intercepted these information flows, sinking them into the historical mist.

"It seems you have indeed fully mastered the Source Fortress." Rekton's voice echoed amidst the surging grey mist.

"You came just to confirm this?"

While speaking, Klein released the information that had been intercepted by the grey mist.

Wave after wave of illusory, enormously complex to terrifying information surged from the grey mist, quickly gathering and reforming in the ancient, grand palace hall into Rekton's figure.

As soon as his form condensed, he threw the crystal ball in his hand that constantly had starlight floating within, and at the same time said: "There's an opportunity to digest a Miracle Scholar potion; do you want to try it?"

Klein reached out and caught the crystal ball, holding it in his hand and examining it carefully, then casually asked:

"You seem even more anxious than I am."

Rekton sat in his own high-backed chair, chuckling softly as he said:

"Amon has already become the true god of the dual pathways of Error and Door, while you have only just advanced to Miracle Scholar; the gap between you is too great, so great that even the Source Fortress cannot bridge this gap."

"In the absence of a better option, I can only increase my investment, and furthermore, whether from my personal demands or feelings, I do not wish for Amon to be the ultimate victor, for he is not a good partner."

(End of chapter)