Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 422 - 393 The Resurrection of True Yinyue

Chapter 422: 393 The Resurrection of True Yinyue

The standards for measuring the strength of the Great Impermanence generally have two dimensions: "density" and "scale."

Currently, the mana fluctuations that have descended upon this place, though its source’s density is unclear for now, are at least a hundredfold greater than mine just in scale. Even with it right before my eyes, I find it hard to believe that such a terrifying power could exist in this world.

Once I managed to force my consciousness out of shock, I quickly noticed another fact.

This immensely vast mana fluctuation seems to lack any clear personal will. Rather than stemming from someone’s soul and consciousness, it appears more like a natural phenomenon.

No... I’m quite certain this isn’t a natural phenomenon; it’s just that this mana fluctuation can be described as selfless in such a way. This power seems to be nothing more than an immense force itself.

Where on earth did Ying Lingyun find such power?

Evidently, Ying Lingyun did not intend to explain this further; he forcefully pulled down another large lever.

With this motion, a massive shockwave swept in all directions. In my perception, the vast mana fluctuation, whose source was unknown, was forcibly torn apart by Ying Lingyun’s action, losing a tenth of its whole.

The immense mana fluctuation slowly disappeared, while the torn power transformed into a cyan orb of light, appearing above Ying Lingyun’s head.

Ying Lingyun pointed in the direction of the ritual array, and the cyan orb of light seemed to understand the command, rapidly shooting into the ritual array.

The metallic silver-white electricity filling the ritual array exploded like countless flashbangs and then quickly transformed into a gentle moon-white glow, receding towards the center like ebbing tides, forming a moonlight cocoon that enveloped Changan’s body within it.

Ying Lingyun’s face showed an expression of ecstatic joy.

I felt my heart sinking rapidly; was I still a step too late?

The moonlight cocoon gradually faded, revealing the silhouette inside. At some point, the body within had already transformed into a standing posture. The silhouette alternated between the outline of a youth and a maiden, continuously shifting. However, the time spent as a maiden’s silhouette grew longer, while the youth’s outline became increasingly fleeting.

Finally, at a certain moment, the silhouette solidified into the outline of a maiden’s body, and the moonlight cocoon dispersed, turning into countless floating particles of light.

Yinyue, with long white hair, stood daintily before Ying Lingyun, slowly opening her golden eyes, her unbelievably beautiful face revealing a look that was part sigh, part smile.

Numerous dreamlike moon-white particles of light hovered around her, making her appear like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal realm.

The real Yinyue has been resurrected.

"Lingyun..." Yinyue said with deep emotion, "I didn’t expect you would go to such lengths... to actually resurrect me."

If observed closely, it would be apparent that her form still seemed illusory, like a ghost, and the moon-white light particles were continually entering her body, each one making her presence more solid. Presumably, once all the moon-white particles had entered her, her existence would fully establish itself in the world of the living.

I couldn’t determine if stopping it now still had any significance, but I still exerted all my strength in transmitting power to the other side of the power of restart’s barrier. Like a desperate attempt, I wouldn’t give up until everything was settled.

"Ah..."

And looking at Yinyue before him, Ying Lingyun lowered his head, his whole body trembling as if overwhelmed with excitement.

"In life, I told you, after my death, you don’t need to linger. Because the next me will surely appear. Even if in your human eyes, that may just be someone with the same memories, not necessarily the same person, I don’t care about such matters."

Yinyue walked slowly in front of Ying Lingyun and then smiled, softly saying, "However, since you went through all the trouble to grant me a second life, I won’t be sentimental enough to discard it.

"The me of the opposing body will suffer loss and die due to my resurrection, but she is likely just like me, not persistent about the general sense of self. Whether I live or she lives makes no difference, so there’s no need to go through great trouble to revert back.

"So, this time, let’s go with your wish, Lingyun."

In the end, she extended her pale hand towards Ying Lingyun.

Suddenly, Ying Lingyun uttered a sound: "... No."

"What?"

Yinyue paused, looking puzzled.

Ying Lingyun slowly lifted his head, his expression no longer one of ecstatic joy but instead incredibly somber, glaring at Yinyue as if she were a mortal enemy.

"What’s wrong?" Yinyue unconsciously asked.

"Everything is wrong!" Ying Lingyun let out a heart-wrenching roar, "The real her... should be more beautiful, even more melodious, both cruel like an insect and sweet and gentle like a flower... a woman like the combination of a demon and an angel!"

"Huh?" Yinyue was dumbfounded, "My current appearance should be exactly the same as when we parted twenty years ago, right? Not a bit different..."

"Nonsense! Gibberish!"

Ying Lingyun roared with fury as if his most sensitive spot had been struck: "The real her in appearance far surpasses the celestial immortals in paintings, her voice a hundred times more melodious than the music of the heavens; how could a guy like you compare!?"

Yinyue looked even more puzzled, "How could that be? In reality, how could there be a woman like you described? Although I wasn’t human initially, I tried my best to imitate humans based on my understanding. If I did it as you described, wouldn’t everyone see it wasn’t real?"

"Enough! You clueless being! Stop talking to me about the real Yinyue!"

Ying Lingyun, extreme in his rage, slammed his palm down towards a large red button on the control panel with a force as if trying to smash it.

"Get out of here!" he shouted.

The moon-white particles around Yinyue instantly reverted to metallic silver-white electricity, winding towards her, creating an intense reaction accompanied by explosive sounds.

"Ahhhhh!"

She seemed completely caught off guard by this turn of events, and the pain caused by the electricity seemed unbearable, making her let out an involuntary cry of agony. Even her form, which was initially solidifying, became incredibly phantom-like in the sudden upheaval, occasionally even revealing Changan’s shape.

In all honesty, it’s not just Yinyue who didn’t anticipate this development; I’m also baffled by what’s going on here. The real Yinyue had been resurrected; what dissatisfaction could Ying Lingyun possibly have? Or did the resurrection ritual truly fail, and this Yinyue isn’t the real Yinyue? A vague possibility began forming in my mind.

Meanwhile, the power I transmitted to the other end of the power of restart’s barrier finally accumulated to a usable level. With the push of the detonation button in my heart, the black ashes scattered on the floor over there instantly transformed into dangerous orange-red, swiftly exploding into an unmatched fiery explosion.

With Ying Lingyun’s reaction speed, he was clearly caught off guard by it, but it seemed the automatic defense mechanism he set up for the power of restart operated smoothly. Most of the power of restart concentrated around his body, and the barrier blocking my power of restart then became weak. The "Eclipse" stuck in the middle shattered instantly, causing the power of restart barrier to break into pieces.

Most of the fire’s power was counteracted in the process of destroying the power of restart barrier, while the few remaining flames decompressed into a sea of fire, turning this large room with walls of metal on all sides into a sea of fire.

Normally, this large room should have burst apart in an explosion, incinerating the surrounding areas, but somehow the walls here were made of some material that withstood this wave of explosion.

Seizing the opportunity, I manipulated the flames into a gigantic hand to snatch the ever-changing form of Yinyue, pulling her to my side.

Perhaps because the resurrection ritual was yet incomplete, Changan... or rather, the body and soul of the opposing body Yinyue hadn’t been entirely consumed.

From the explosion’s debris, Ying Lingyun’s howl echoed: "—Give her back to me!"

"Weren’t you just telling her to leave?" I retorted.

Suddenly, a deafening boom was heard from afar, and one of the room’s sturdy metal walls was forcefully penetrated, with two figures flying in from the breach, crashing heavily not far from me. Judging from the shattered masks on their faces, they were Weiyang and Maotu.

Were these two Great Impermanence Level forces here to protect Ying Lingyun? Reflexively, I tensed up, only to stare intently and discover things weren’t as I had imagined.

Weiyang and Maotu lay covered in wounds, presenting a bizarre state of senility, as if their lifespans had been drained, their skin shriveled like tree bark and filled with wrinkles.

They lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

While in the breach of the wall, a figure enveloped in black and red mana appeared.

This person walked in with an air of arrogance, swiftly scanning the scene in the room, then letting out a voice full of mockery: "Hmph... I thought the Power of Divine Seal Fragments was unfathomable, made me worry for a bit... turns out they were just two bottom-feeders."

The newcomer was none other than Ming Zhuo.

It had only been a minute or two, yet he had brought down two Great Impermanence Level forces by himself, without any noticeable injuries, embodying the might of an old Great Impermanence perfectly.

Perhaps he had indeed sustained injuries but had secretly killed himself before entering this room, then resurrected in his peak state... My speculation seemed a bit dark, but somehow, I felt Ming Zhuo might very well do such a thing.

"Ming Zhuo!"

Upon seeing the appearance of Ming Zhuo and the deaths of Weiyang and Maotu, Ying Lingyun seemed to realize that he had reached the point of no return.