Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 109 First Battle (Twenty-Six)

But at this moment, seeing the old man's color fading, Wang Chaling panicked. He had never experienced anything so bizarre before, and he immediately roared:
"Yang Jian! Do what you need to do quickly!"

The headless ghostly figure behind him had completely covered the corpse, and the ghostly eyes on it were slowly overlapping.

The eight scarlet eyeballs overlapped completely, the surrounding space suddenly froze, and then showed signs of retreating. This was something Yang Jian did not want to see. Once the large-scale restart was completed, all previous efforts would be in vain.

However, Yang Jian can only control the duration of the restart, but cannot interfere with the restart process.

He could only hurriedly shout, "Help!"

The other team leaders acted quickly, taking action the moment they realized the restart had begun.

The yellow paper covering Liu San's body was falling off, rising on its own without wind, and quickly spreading out to reveal the terrifying old corpse wrapped in the yellow paper. It was a withered and lifeless face, and two dull eyeballs hanging in their sockets.

Immediately, the world before my eyes began to distort, collapse, and flatten, like a piece of paper being pressed flat by an invisible force.

However, this was just an illusion caused by the supernatural. But as time went on, the terrifying manifestation of the supernatural altering reality gradually became a reality.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Lin took action. A beam of axe light emerged from Liu San's memory and then invaded reality, tearing open the entire space.

Within the crack, a sinister black mist could be seen seeping out continuously, which was extremely eerie.

What followed was a waxy yellow color that expanded instantly, covering everything.

Countless yellow papers drifted eerily in the sky, but instead of falling to the ground, they stuck to the air, covering the ground like layers of seals.

Then, space began to fold.

Like a piece of paper that is constantly being folded in half, with each covering, a portion of the restart is suppressed. Under this bizarre, recurring phenomenon, the restart of the Eighth Ghost Realm was actually forcibly stopped.

However, the superposition of the ghost eyes did not dissipate. Every time the red light flashed, the whole world was folded once. This was a kind of supernatural clash. With the old corpse inside Liu San's body as the main body and with the assistance of Shen Lin and Li Leping, the clash process was barely maintained.

However, this state cannot last long. If there is the slightest mistake, the supernatural power in the entire area will instantly go out of control.

Yang Jian's gaze was fixed on the eyeball in the mummified corpse's hand. He was about to complete the most crucial step. The ghost eye, which had already been superimposed eight times within the ghostly shadow, slowly covered it at this moment.

At the moment of impact, a faint chime resounded in the vacuum, clearly audible.

The next second, the whole world suddenly stopped.

Everything and everyone suddenly came to a standstill.

Burning black flames, yellow paper in mid-air, the silent Wang Chaling, the unconscious Li Jun, Liu San with half of his old corpse exposed, the almost transparent figures of Li Leping and Shen Lin, and tiny specks of lunar dust in mid-air.
Everything was frozen in that instant.

It was as if even the fundamental particles in the microscopic world had lost their trajectory.

Immediately afterwards, the out-of-control red light surged wildly, like ink being splashed.

A thin line is faintly visible—no, not a thin line, but a crack appearing in the entire image. This crack grows larger and larger, spreading out densely like a spider web, and then the image begins to gradually shatter.

It sounded like a shattering sound, and the world vanished.

Although the Nine-Layer Ghost Realm was incomplete, Yang Jian did indeed travel to the future. The entire process took less than a second, but the fact that it was achieved through the supernatural has already occurred.

Yang Jian stood in complete darkness. There was no up or down, no left or right; the sense of direction was meaningless here.

There is nothing here, nothing has happened yet, and everything is still unknown.

There is no color or shape around it; it is a complete void, a void that transcends human understanding and is truly 'emptiness'.

Yang Jian frowned slightly. This was a forbidden area he had never been in before. He started walking in this emptiness, pondering.

"The clash of supernatural forces created a space that should not exist, a space that has not yet happened but I have actually arrived in."

"Wang Xiaoming's guess is correct. If we forcibly travel to the future through supernatural means, the black fire will not be able to anchor itself to the results that have not yet occurred."

In the future, which no one can observe, even the 'cause' has not yet occurred, so the 'result' is even more unpredictable.

The killing pattern of Blackfire has failed.

"The black fire disappeared because it couldn't pinpoint whether I would continue to harbor malice towards it in the future. This situation is equivalent to the vengeful ghost crashing. Due to the conflict between the 'unanchorable future' and the black fire's own killing patterns, I successfully escaped the attack."

Feeling the vengeful ghost within his body, his ghost eyes throbbed faintly, but there were no other abnormalities. The eerie black fire in his mind had completely disappeared. He opened his ghost hand and clenched his fist tightly, still able to use his own supernatural powers.

"How should we imprison it, or rather, how should we get around it..."

"Li Jun said that the ghost ship limited the expansion of the black fire, indicating that it also has a limit. Faced with supernatural entities of a higher level of terror, it cannot break through..."

Is it a supernatural superposition?

Yang Jian pondered. He was the only one left who could move, and there was no external force he could rely on in this space.

However, this time Yang Jian needs to superimpose all his own supernatural abilities, which is slightly different from the supernatural ...

A possibility flashed through Yang Jian's mind.

"If I were in this 'future' opened up by the pseudo-nine-layered ghost domain, and then used the eight-layered ghost domain to restart the area, while simultaneously using the six-layered ghost domain to stop my own time..."

"Would a second version of myself appear during that moment of my supernatural confrontation with the pendulum clock on the moon?"

"Following this logic, if the theory holds true, as long as I don't exceed the upper limit of this pseudo-nine-layered ghost domain, I might be able to superimpose countless versions of myself..."

"The chances of success are high. Even if I fail, I've already escaped the Blackfire. As long as I don't have any more thoughts of attacking it, I can still safely evacuate."

No one knows how long this space can exist. In the midst of supernatural events, every moment is full of variables, so Yang Jian decided not to hesitate any longer.

His character has always been like this: he puts his knowledge into practice. Once he has a clear plan, he will carry it out.

The enormous headless ghostly figure behind him stood up, and eight ghostly eyes superimposed on each other in an instant.

The next moment, light appeared.

Countless images began to form in the darkness, overwhelming and coming one after another.

Like waves, they surged in, intersecting, piling up, and expanding.

(End of this chapter)