Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 111 First Battle (End)

The entire space paled in comparison.

It was a dazzling golden light, tinged with a faint crimson, its radiance so great that it dimmed even the endless scene before it.

Amidst the dazzling golden light, a figure stood motionless in mid-air, his outline swallowed by the intense radiance, obscuring his face.

The ghost's eyes snapped shut, not daring to open them at all, while the ghostly figure felt an unusual burning sensation simply from being illuminated by the golden light.

Squinting at the dazzling golden outline, Yang Jian sensed it.

'Divinity'

Something ethereal and intangible.

At this moment, it materialized before Yang Jian's eyes.

To everyone's surprise, the figure seemed to have noticed Yang Jian and slowly turned its head.

He, or rather, "He".

Among countless possibilities, only this figure was an exception; only 'He' discovered Yang Jian's existence.

Yang Jian instinctively realized that this figure could help him solve his own problems, much like the awe that a lower creature feels for a higher creature—it was a natural instinct.

Yang Jian took a step forward and slowly approached the figure.

Suddenly, without any warning.

It was absolute darkness, blocking Yang Jian's path.
Visual logic completely collapsed at this moment.

In this absolute darkness, a black figure stood silently.

Within this unfathomably deep blackness, Yang Jian clearly saw a deathly still black figure.

A faint crimson dot flickered on the forehead of this figure.

The next moment, golden light suddenly burst forth, like the sun falling, illuminating everything.

However, this golden light, powerful enough to sweep away everything, could not illuminate this dark void.

Immediately afterwards, in Yang Jian's view, the figure raised its hand amidst the golden light.

In an instant, all the timelines before my eyes collapsed.

Golden light permeated the entire space, encompassing the past, present, and future.

Countless branches of fate were wiped away by the golden torrent, and all possibilities were covered in this moment.

It was an irresistible force, an absolute power that transcended everything.

Like countless timelines and countless possibilities overlapping to the extreme.

Eliminate all uncertainty and reset all unstable futures to zero.

'He' means absolute.

Its golden radiance was unmatched.

The next second, the blackness vanished, as if it had never existed.

As if intentionally, the golden light did not reach the lifeless black shadow.

The dark figure stood motionless.

It seems to be in a state of stagnation and confusion, unclear and confused.

It felt like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a moment had elapsed.

The shadowy figure turned to look at Yang Jian.

The moment their eyes met, Yang Jian vanished.

No, not disappear.

Rather, Yang Jian had never experienced the reality he had just gone through.
Yang Jian had never seen that golden light, nor had he experienced what had just happened.

But none of this was done with 'His' permission.

That eternal golden light suddenly tore through this 'non-existent fact' and invaded.

But the next second, the golden light abruptly contracted. "He" seemed to have discovered something, or rather, seen something.

That's a possibility that even "He" is interested in.

The shadowy figure remained motionless. From the moment he descended, the future of this world, the absolute timeline, began to fluctuate.

With the presence of this black figure, the future began to fluctuate and change drastically.

Like an absolutely smooth, perfectly spherical object, it is unpredictable, incomprehensible, and no one knows what unknown future it will take.

'He' doesn't seem to intend to interfere.

Or perhaps, 'He' wants to see if some unknown entity will emerge from this future.

Will that one in a million exceptional case emerge?

Even for 'He', there are still too many mysteries to be solved when faced with the supernatural, and vengeful ghosts are like an eternal, inescapable shadow, always following him.

He could never find that perfect path, a path without vengeful spirits, a path where only humans existed.

The golden light vanished abruptly, the entire space returned to normal, and countless timelines reappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.

Before my eyes, countless possibilities were rapidly fading away, and my form was becoming increasingly faint.

The scene was receding rapidly.

First, a pitch-black cosmic scene rushed straight to my face, then I sank into a dazzling Milky Way galaxy, and then I looked out at the burning sun in the distance.

Finally... he saw the Earth.

It was a sudden moment.

When Yang Jian came to his senses, he was already standing on the moon, surrounded by his captains.

Everything seemed unchanged, everything seemed to have never happened. Yang Jian had never left and had been standing here from beginning to end.

"Yang Jian?"

Liu San, standing to the side, tentatively asked a question, though he was a little unsure.

At this moment, on Yang Jian's numb and ashen face, the scarlet ghost eye slowly turned, lifeless, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion.

Behind them, a black flame burned silently on the neck of the headless ghost.

"It was me, I did it."

"Very good." Wang Chaling immediately manipulated the two old men behind him to retreat. If they continued to restart like this, he was not sure if the Wang family's curse would still be effective.

He went abroad to study at a young age, and before he could delve into his family history, his parents died mysteriously, which left him with only a superficial understanding of the family curse.

The clock had become almost transparent, as had Shen Lin and Li Leping, who looked as if they might disappear at any moment.

Li Leping gently touched the pendulum clock, and the clock immediately disappeared from its spot. At the same time, Wang Chaling's memories were gradually returning, but they were still incomplete.

Shen Lin walked up carrying an axe, glanced at the black flames on the headless shadow behind Yang Jian, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He asked, "Yang Jian, have you mastered the black fire? Or have you temporarily suppressed it?"

Scanning the crowd, Yang Jian did not respond. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but rather that even he himself didn't know how that cold and terrifying black fire had appeared on the headless shadow.

However, the black flame is now very stable, and he seems to be able to use its power. Yang Jian judged that this should be a state similar to control.

The image of that towering figure shrouded in gold flashed through my mind.

"Could it be him?"

But now is not the time to think. Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Jun's corpse and the rusty coffin nail.

The intense crimson light instantly covered the entire surface of the moon.

On a cold, dark lake, black flames burned. On the lake, Yang Jian, accompanied by a huge black dog, slowly walked over.

He pulled out the coffin nails and turned to look at the blue Earth in space.

After a long silence, a cold voice rang out.

"It's time to go back."

(End of this chapter)