Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 230 Forgotten (Seventeen)
"I understand."

Yang Jian calmly said, "That face is a collection of vengeful ghosts formed by the superposition of countless single, inevitable laws of death."

A red light flickered around Yang Jian as he continuously rebooted himself. He coldly stared at the priest.

“But with your own supernatural abilities, you simply cannot do that. That face must be looking at your so-called heaven for the two to be in balance. Once the gaze is taken away, you cannot maintain this amount of supernatural supernatural accumulation.”

As he spoke, the red light around him surged again, as if it were about to reverse time in this place, and even showed faint signs of invading the past.

Having figured out the bizarre method of the attack, Yang Jian felt more confident; he didn't believe the priest could kill him.

Yang Jian was not afraid of the drain on his supernatural power. If he were facing a real vengeful ghost, he probably would have run away long ago.

But as long as one is human, there is a limit. Yang Jian did not believe that the priest could avoid being killed in the instant of restarting.

“This kind of supernatural accumulation is indeed terrifying,” Yang Jian continued.

"But it's not enough to kill me on the spot. As long as I keep restarting myself, that heaven will eventually disintegrate on its own."

The priest's expression changed slightly; Yang Jian had guessed right.

But what surprised him even more was that Yang Jian was actually able to withstand this attack.

This supernatural superposition is terrifying. Logically speaking, an ordinary ghost tamer wouldn't last even a second, but Yang Jian is still able to fight against it.

In the red light, Yang Jian's body was constantly restarting, and his wounds were healing again and again.

The priest glanced at him, then turned to look at the rapidly crumbling city behind him, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally chose to give up attacking Yang Jian. The existence of Heaven was very important to him. Li Leping had not yet shown up, and he could not let Heaven be destroyed here.

Anyway, Yang Jian can't kill him now. With the existence of the Heavenly Kingdom, he is not afraid of the consumption of supernatural power. As long as he continues to wait here, Li Leping will appear sooner or later.

The enormous human face slowly turned its head, its gaze returning to the direction of heaven.

The rapidly decaying city suddenly came to a halt. Collapsed buildings reformed, rotting corpses regained their human form, and everything in the city seemed to regress.

In just a few seconds, the entire heavenly kingdom was restored to its original state and became majestic again.

“Yang Jian.” The priest looked at him with a serious expression. This person was different from any other ghost tamer he had ever met. His reactions were incredibly fast, and the ghosts all over him seemed to be prepared for a fight.

What concerned him even more was that Yang Jian had an extraordinary sensitivity to the supernatural, and in just a few exchanges, he analyzed the characteristics of the vengeful spirit he was controlling.

The priest suppressed his inner turmoil and said, "Our goals are the same. I have the ability and the means to bring peace to this world and create a world without vengeful spirits."

The air above his head began to distort, and a rusty, dirt-covered iron ring slowly emerged, as if it had just been dug out of a grave.

The ring rotated slowly, emitting a faint friction sound.

The direction in which the ring rotates is exactly the same as the cross in the medium, and as the ring rotates, the body that was cut open by the machete is also slowly reviving.

"So you shouldn't stop me."

"A world without vengeful ghosts? Haha."

Yang Jian smiled.

"Just based on that dead face behind you? And that ghostly realm that could collapse at any moment?"

He raised his spear and pointed it at the enormous human face behind the priest. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be composed of countless heads with ferocious expressions.

But each head has a different expression; some are empty, some are in pain, and some are smiling eerily.

Yang Jian said calmly, "Believe it or not, I'll tear that face off right now." The priest did not respond and remained silent.

Even though Yang Jian seems to be at a disadvantage now, he believes that Yang Jian is not bluffing.

He couldn't figure Yang Jian out. This keen sensitivity to the supernatural made him feel a long-lost pressure, even stronger than when he faced the king.

Yang Jian remained calmly analyzing the situation; after enduring one attack, he understood.

That face was a supernatural creation, formed through some method after countless supernatural superimpositions.

Every head is a ghost.

Therefore, even with a reboot, this reversal method that almost breaks free from all killing patterns cannot avoid attacks.

The vengeful spirit, which is in an infinitely overlapping state, amplifies the single supernatural phenomenon infinitely through superposition by the priest; otherwise, it would be impossible for it to escape the attack even after restarting.

Yang Jian continued, "It's just a supernatural space created by the superposition of ghost realms. Once it suffers a supernatural attack of equal strength, your so-called heaven will disintegrate in an instant."

Holding his spear, hovering in mid-air, Yang Jian did not choose to continue the attack, but instead carefully observed the situation.

Although the foreign man's behavior was charlatan-like, Yang Jian had to admit that he was an opponent on par with Ye Zhen and Fang Shiming, and that a slight misstep would result in his death.

The fight just now was purely because the priest was still concerned about the Kingdom of Heaven itself. Otherwise, Yang Jian might have had to pay a great price to escape.

What bothered Yang Jian even more was the corpse hanging upside down on a cross in the medium, and the strange ring above its head. Yang Jian currently had no way to deal with these two things.

A moment of silence fell as both men waited, wary of each other and refraining from making a move.

After a long while, the priest looked up at Yang Jian.

"Human beings live in hell, suffering, resentment, death, and vengeful ghosts. All of this has long been the norm in reality."

"Yang Jian, I don't want to destroy the evil spirits, that's impossible."

"But within the Heavenly Kingdom, it is possible to isolate the killing patterns of vengeful ghosts."

His tone gradually became more assertive, as if he were making an oath.

"Even if it requires eternal pain to maintain this pure land, even if it means being shattered to pieces."

He opened his arms as if embracing heaven.

"I also want to create a heavenly kingdom without evil spirits in this hell, for the continuation of mankind!"

Pointing a finger at the door in the distance, 301.

"By taking advantage of what's behind that door."

His gaze grew increasingly intense, completely unlike that of a ghost tamer.

"I will be able to complete the final construction!"

Yang Jian stared at him silently for a moment, then said coldly, "Are you an idiot?"

The red light illuminated the entire ruins, while heaven still stood in the distance.

Li Jun and Ye Zhen have been inside for almost ten minutes, but there has been no movement from inside.

(End of this chapter)