Yu-Gi-Oh!: This isn't a duel!

What's gone can never come back.

Until one day, he learned from an ancient secret about the method to bring the dead back to life!

That day, he resolutely stood before Mo Tieshan, carrying the family's treasure, the "Guardian Maze," which had been guarded for generations.

What a pity, it was just one last step away...

He also wanted to see her one more time and tell her the things he had never been able to say all these years.

Take her to see the scenery she has read about in books and has always longed to see.

However, all of that is now impossible.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Migu felt no resentment or anger towards Youyang, but instead felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

He had clearly banished Youyang to the farthest place in the elven realm.

He already knew about You Yang's terrifying strength from intelligence reports, so naturally he didn't want to confront him head-on so soon.

But for some reason, the moment You Yang stepped into the Elf Realm, fate seemed to play a cruel joke, teleporting him directly to his own doorstep.

He had no chance to escape and was forced to fight.

But now none of that matters.

Because he had one more secret he hadn't told You Yang: the flow of time in the Elf Realm was different from that in the real world.

From the very beginning, he set the flow of this world to the fastest speed!

Hopefully, Elder Mo will keep his promise and really... bring her back to life.

Migu poured his last bit of life force into the [Guardian Labyrinth]. His body began to turn transparent, slowly transforming into countless specks of light that were carried away by the wind and completely dissipated into the world he had guarded his entire life.

Looking at the indifferent You Yang across from him, Mi Gu, who was about to completely dissipate, revealed a difficult yet complex smile.

Even if you are so powerful, you still cannot stop that person from descending.

Gods, you are truly...great!

The last thought in Migu's mind dissipated along with his body.

With a loud crash, the [Guardian Maze], having lost all its power, fell heavily to the ground.

At that very moment, from the deepest part of the labyrinth, came a silent and long sob. In that sound, there seemed to be sorrow, anger, and even more so, grief at losing its master.

The labyrinth, which had been suppressed, began its final, frenzied growth, with countless walls rising from the ground, attempting to devour everything.

Chapter 159 Calling for the Gods!

But the six monsters in front of Youyang seemed to be enraged by this last act of resistance, and their attacks became even more ferocious. The growth of the maze was once again suppressed by absolute power!

As the crack on the [Guardian Labyrinth] expanded to its limit, it finally shattered with a loud "boom," becoming the most essential elven creation representing a world.

Its fragments transformed into countless streams of light, flying into the depths of the labyrinth and returning to the origin of this world.

However, a few fragments, as if drawn by some force, traced elegant arcs in the air and flew straight into You Yang's hand.

They emitted a warm, earthy yellow light, automatically piecing themselves together in his palm, eventually forming a somewhat incomplete cube with a surface covered in cracks.

The scene in front of You Yang began to blur and distort violently.

This world is about to collapse completely, and You Yang and the others will soon be teleported out of this space!

Meanwhile, shortly after You Yang and his companions entered the Elf Realm, in the real world...

Deep underground in the city center.

Deep within a hidden research institute, Mo Tieshan and Ling Zhiyong stood side by side.

The two men stared intently at a huge glass jar in front of them, their expressions solemn, their eyes filled with a mixture of tension and fervor.

In the nutrient solution bubbling with tiny bubbles, a girl dressed in white floated quietly, her eyes closed, like a sleeping, fragile porcelain doll.

The two of them couldn't help but get excited.

The success or failure of their entire plan hinges on this young girl.

Thick, wire-covered pipes extended from the bottom of the glass jar, winding and coiling like giant pythons, eventually connecting to two other transparent containers inside the research institute.

Inside these two containers were two living people.

They were firmly strapped to cold metal chairs, their bodies bound tightly with strong straps, unable to move an inch.

Their mouths were also gagged with cloth, so they couldn't make a sound. All that could be seen in their wide, fear-filled eyes was endless despair and pleading.

The most bizarre thing was the strange helmets they wore on their heads, which resembled torture instruments and were connected by a dense web of cables.

"Now, input the last set of mental energy!"

Mo Tieshan's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"start up!"

As a researcher in a white lab coat pressed the red start button, the helmets on the two men's heads immediately lit up with an eerie blue light and emitted a buzzing electrical sound.

The moment the light shone, the two of them immediately felt as if they had been subjected to a violent electric shock, and their bodies began to struggle wildly.

But the sturdy straps had already sealed their fate, and all their struggles were in vain.

"Typeing has started!"

"The data is stable!"

"Vital signs are normal!"

At the control panel, researchers nervously reported data. On the huge display screen in front of them, a blue progress bar was moving forward at an anxious pace.

Everyone present had their hearts in their throats; the only sounds in the space were the beeping of the instruments and the suppressed, painful sobs of the two people.

Under the intense gaze of the crowd, the blue progress bar, seemingly carrying everyone's hopes and madness, slowly advanced until it finally reached 100%, the symbol of the finish line!

"Success!"

"We...we did it!"

"This is a miracle! It's a miracle!!!"

After a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted as the researchers embraced each other in celebration of this historic moment.

Mo Tieshan and Ling Zhiyong, whose faces were tense, showed rare smiles of relief.

This crucial step has finally been successfully completed.

Now that the vessel to hold the gods has been prepared, the next step is to welcome... no, to call upon the gods to descend!

Mo Tieshan took a deep breath, walked to the main control panel, and solemnly pressed a button.

The nutrient solution in the glass jar began to gurgle and slowly drain out.

As the liquid level dropped, the girl's petite body slowly sank down, eventually settling gently on the bottom platform of the jar.

As the liquid completely drained away, the girl's face became clear without any reservations.

In that instant, all the boisterous cheers in the laboratory seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, eerily falling silent.

Everyone present, including the cunning Mo Tieshan and Ling Zhiyong, was stunned by the sight before them, their breath caught in a near-suffocating shock.

It was a face that was both exquisitely beautiful and utterly empty.

Her skin had a pure white color that was never kissed by the sun, as smooth and warm as the finest mutton fat jade.

Her skin was so smooth that not a single pore or blemish could be seen, as if it were not made of ordinary flesh and blood, but a work of art carefully crafted from the purest moonlight and the most primal life essence.

Her long, snow-white hair, wet and smooth, clung to the curves of her slender body.

Under the cold light of the sterile lamp, her hair seemed to flow with an almost invisible, iridescent luster, like the extraordinary colors that only appear on the wings of mythical birds in legends, so beautiful that it seemed otherworldly.

Her features were incredibly exquisite, every detail seemingly calculated with divine precision. But it was precisely because of this absolute perfection that she lacked the "flaws" that humans should have.

Her lips were a pale cherry color, devoid of any healthy color, and remained quietly closed, as if she had never uttered a sound.

What was most unsettling was her tightly closed eyes; her long, thick white eyelashes hung down quietly like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow on her smooth skin.

You can't imagine what it would be like inside those eyes when they open—whether they reflect the entire universe or are just an eternal void.

Her body was petite and slender, with long limbs and smooth, graceful lines.

You can't see a single muscle twitch, nor can you feel any sense of life force. She's like a puppet, meticulously sculpted by the Creator but yet to be given a soul.

It possesses a perfect human form, but lacks the weight of what is called "soul".

She lay there quietly, still, pure, and empty.

It was as if she wasn't alone.

Rather, it is a supreme, living sacrifice born to bear the divine.

A heartbreakingly beautiful, perfectly empty container.

This is the perfect creation that Mo Tieshan pursued with all his heart and soul in the latter half of his life!

With a hiss, the glass jar opened, and the first female researcher to recover immediately stepped forward. Suppressing her shock, she used her slightly trembling fingers to perform a final physical examination on the girl.

A moment later, she turned around and nodded heavily and firmly to Mo Tieshan.

The fanaticism in Mo Tieshan's eyes intensified. He immediately waved his hand and gave the order in a slightly hoarse voice, suppressing his excitement:

"Take her and the stone tablet, and head to the altar immediately!"

Without further hesitation, the female researcher carefully lifted the girl's cold yet light body, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.

Her expression was extremely serious as she quickly caught up with Mo Tieshan's pace.

Along the way, they have witnessed too much sacrifice and suffering, but as long as they can succeed, then it is all worth it.

They will be etched into the textbooks of human history, and will thus gain eternal glory!

As everyone got up and left, the laboratory lights gradually went out one by one.

The two people tied to the iron chairs seemed to have been completely forgotten in this corner by everyone.

As their last bit of spiritual energy was drained, their bodies slumped forward, suspended by straps, like two broken dolls.

In their eyes, the black pupils had completely disappeared, leaving only a chilling paleness in the empty eye sockets, as if their souls had been completely taken away, leaving only empty shells.

As the last emergency light in the laboratory went out, the time on the main computer screen quietly displayed: "02:45".