Chapter 79: A Festival Created for You

Well...

The expected result.

"Even a civilization specializing in soul ascension couldn't do it?"

Weiniya didn't say it out loud, but her inner disappointment wouldn't subside.

The dense crowd of believers automatically made a path for Weiniya, leading to the man on the altar.

The tall woman in a white shirt covered the man's body with a black cloth, then hoisted him sideways and walked away.

Along the way, believers of various races devoutly clasped their hands before their chests, as if praying for them.

Ignoring their prayers, Weiniya simply gazed at the man's face, a softness rippling in the depths of her pupils.

Reviving a corpse that's been dead for years is something most civilizations with genetic or life-ascension systems can do easily.

But they couldn't solve one problem: even if the body regained vitality, the person wouldn't wake up again.

It was as if... they had no soul.

On the question of whether a life possesses a soul, most civilizations tacitly accept its existence, while only a small fraction of extreme materialist civilizations vehemently deny it.

After leaving the magnificent temple altar, outside lay a huge platform made of special black glazed tiles, on which several strangely shaped star‑ships were docked.

Several men and women of varied attire stood around the ships, apparently waiting for Weiniya.

"Sister!"

Among them, a silver‑haired woman who resembled Weiniya waved at her, while two men behind her pushed over a large nutrient chamber on wheels.

The nutrient chamber opened with a hiss, inside was a constantly rolling blue nutrient fluid.

They gently placed the man inside, and the hatch slowly closed.

Through the thick hatch glass, Weiniya gazed at the man's handsome face, her heart heavy.

"Sister, still no success?"

The silver‑haired woman asked concernedly, and Weiniya gave a muffled hum.

Among all known civilizations connected to the Star Sea, this place is now the foremost in soul mastery.

"Even they have failed, so..."

The silver‑haired woman murmured, her gaze probing toward Weiniya, but she didn't voice the rest.

Since both sides know full well that every method has been tried, only one remains—the most difficult and seemingly impossible.

Reverse time!

"Reverse time...?"

For any civilization in the Star Sea, time is sacred and inviolable; slight local acceleration or deceleration is barely possible, but reversing time is something no civilization has ever been heard to achieve.

"Could it be... I'll never see my teacher again?"

"Could it be that my mistakes can never be made up for, no matter what?"

Weiniya's expression grew ever more despondent; nowadays she couldn't even handle a single Deep Space Giant Beast, let alone ten at once.

"Teacher... I miss you so much..."

At that moment, a black coat was draped over Weiniya, paired with a white shirt, giving her the aura of a gang boss—a full‑on suit‑clad thug.

If you removed her current melancholic air, she'd look even more like one.

"All right, sis, we'll just look for another chance."

The silver‑haired woman at her side laughed and said, Weiniya lightly nodded, shedding all her melancholy and letting her sharp aura flare forth.

If someone saw Weiniya's delicate features and melancholic demeanor and assumed she was a young widow who'd lost her husband, they'd be dead wrong.

Although she commands no great force nor possesses advanced tech to rival other civilizations, she does have an assassin organization so formidable that most civilizations fear it—a group whose individual combat power is extreme.

She has no fixed base; the only thing that could be called a base is those few ships docked on the platform.

However, they aren't just assassins who target specific civilizations' leaders; their contract scope is extremely broad—covering disaster hives, tyrant civilizations, and the core targets of organic or mechanical rebellions, all within their business.

Overall, it is actually a law‑leaning assassin organization; its members have their own contract criteria, and Weiniya relies on payments from various civilizations, repeatedly trying and befriending other civilizations in search of a way to resurrect her teacher.

As for why most civilizations fear them, it's simple.

No matter the civilization, as long as it has leaders, there will always be shady deeds; an organization without contract standards and one with extreme individual power is a sword hanging over their heads.

After all, no one knows when this elusive organization might suddenly appear before them and slit their throat.

"Sister! A civilization has personally requested you to kill someone, with a deadline of 24 Star‑Sea hours!"

Weinina didn't know what she'd seen on her phone, but she suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Their reward is technology capable of traversing parallel spacetimes!"

"Shall we take the job?"

Meanwhile, Zhang Jie was enjoying a three‑day happy trip with Lin Ran.

As the Alliance Leader, Lin Ran's schedule is normally very tight; only after she worked overtime to quell seven or eight kinds of heavenly disasters in the surrounding star fields did she earn this precious three‑day break.

If heavenly disasters held grudges, the Alliance would likely endure a rather painful period.

"Zhang Jie, look at this statue—handsome or not?"

Zhang Jie glanced at the statue of a spear‑wielder pointing skyward and thought, 'Isn't that just me?'

"It's definitely handsome!"

Lin Ran chuckled, showing she understood Zhang Jie's narcissistic behavior.

"This statue has been rebuilt over forty times!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Jie was a little surprised, but thinking about it, it's normal.

Two thousand years of wind and sun are trivial; the real key is the constant geological activity on the planet.

Seas turn to mulberry fields and mulberry fields to seas; even though Yingxing is a highly urbanized planet, geological shifts remain an unavoidable obstacle.

"Every time your statue is rebuilt, it's always me who sculpts your head!"

Lin Ran lifted her chin, looking proud and cute, and Zhang Jie couldn't help rubbing her head.

On the bustling street, the two were just like a normal couple, attracting no attention, and no one knew their identities.

Around the statue, it was extremely lively—street vendors setting up stalls, fire-breathing performers—seemed utterly out of place in such a highly advanced city.

"What are they celebrating?"

Zhang Jie asked, somewhat puzzled, he didn't recall Yinggu ever having such a festival.

"Zhang Jie..."

"This is Blazing Fire Day."

"It's a festival created just for you..."