Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

I swear!

"The Source of Life... Can the Source of Life really bring new life to the deceased?" Peroz asked with red eyes and gritted teeth.

Sen was silent for a moment, then shook his head gently, "I don't know."

"The Source of Life is a very magical item. Many years ago, the Source of Life did indeed resurrect a priest."

"But not long after the disaster, the priest took his own life."

"I think she must have discovered something, or felt something."

"I don't deny that the power of resurrection exists in the extraordinary world, but... you have to know that those resurrections are not true resurrections."

"From the time gods appeared until now, there has only been one true method of resurrection."

There is no underworld or hell in this world.

Although the soul exists, its ultimate destination is to become nourishment for heaven and earth.

Therefore, neither the resurrection based on the theory of supernatural characteristics nor the resurrection based on the theory of life energy rebirth is considered a true resurrection.

Most resurrections only create a poor person with the memories of the person before his death, but affected by extraordinary powers.

They will even gradually give birth to their own souls because of the rules of the world, and regard themselves as the ones who need to be resurrected.

Those who deceive themselves may mistake the resurrected person for their own relatives or friends who need to be resurrected.

But fake is fake after all, and can never replace the real.

"The long river of time?" Peroz's tone was a little bitter.

For this world, there is only one true resurrection, and that is to pull that life from his past to the present through the long river of time at the last second before that life is about to disappear, and use one's own great power to eliminate all negative states in them.

To resurrect an ordinary person, a demigod-level time series-related extraordinary person can do it.

However, to resurrect a transcendent being, one needs a god-level powerhouse.

There are no subordinate gods in this world anymore, let alone a subordinate god of time.

“I saw in the mirror of myself a place where I could bring my mother back from across time.”

"Where's Rawdon?" Sen asked.

Peroz touched the stone mirror in his arms, but could not utter a word.

Even the way of resurrecting Rotun in the Mirror of Self, which represents hope, is by replacing the extraordinary characteristics, awakening the soul fragments of Rotun that are dormant in Peroz and have not yet completely dissipated from the extraordinary characteristics in his body.

If Rotun's death was not long ago, only one day, two days, or even a month.

This kind of resurrection may be no different from the real resurrection.

but...

It has been several years since he passed away.

Can he really be resurrected by the source of life in this state?

“Focus more on the living rather than the dead.”

"You have to know that there is no shortage of people who have lost their loved ones in this world."

"Even in this world, countless people lose the people they cherish most every moment."

"Everyone wants to redeem themselves, but in the end all they do is dishonor the dead and harm the living."

"I'm not going to tell you to do something, or not to do something."

"After all, everyone has their own choices and judgments. You don't need me to tell you what to do."

"But there are some things that really need to be considered carefully before making a decision."

Sen slowly stood up, then took out a small clay pot and poured himself a glass of wine.

The laws of nature are constant, and everything in the world has its own rules.

Everyone thinks they are special, but in fact there are not many truly special people in this world.

The memory of the deceased should exist, but taking this regret too seriously will only bring greater sadness and regret.

I hope you, Rawdon, and your father are different.

Sen's gaze was no longer on Peroz, but continued to look into the distance, tasting the fruit wine in his hand alone.

The taste has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but you will never get tired of it.

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Chapter 152: Mori's Past, the End of Rotun's Journey

Lilith Nibb.

From the name, appearance, posture and even the clothes.

No one would mistake him for a man.

Unfortunately, he is a man who caused countless ripples in the hearts of many people.

Sen's mother unfortunately died in an accident just after he was born.

His father also lost all his strength. Although he didn't become addicted to alcohol or gambling due to the environment, he spent most of his time in a daze, except for sleeping. Before Sen was seven years old, he didn't even have a name. If it weren't for the care of his neighbors and relatives, he would most likely not have survived.

After the age of seven, Sen's life gradually changed.

Because he looks more and more like his mother.

Therefore, his father changed his previous decadence and began to take care of him meticulously.

Lilith was his mother's name and also his own.

Sen's father never loved Sen, but he always loved Sen's mother deeply.

A very pathetic person, a person who is obsessed with the past and cannot face reality, a person he wants to hate but cannot.

Just when Mori was about to accept his father's condition, he committed suicide.

Perhaps it is because he is unable to face the filth in his heart, or perhaps it is because of the guilt in his heart.

One day at noon, when Sen returned home, his father's body had become cold and stiff.

Rotun is very similar to his father, but unlike his father, Rotun likes his daughter more than his wife.

In the past, there were many times when Sen wished very much that he could have such a father.

Although in terms of age, experience, or other aspects, Rotun is very different from Sen.

But as the two of them got along, Sen, who had always been the pillar of support in the hearts of the people of Palasti, gradually began to regard Rodon as a friend, an elder, and even a father.

Especially at the end.

When he told Sen that he wanted to give his memory as a gift, Sen felt an impulse in his heart.

At that moment, he really had the urge to take the source of life and leave here.

In the end, he did not choose to do so, but continued the bet with Rotten that Rotten could not win.

He liked Rotun very much and felt from him what he had always longed for.

But, for him, Parasti is the most important.

It is more important than one's ideals, one's life, and even one's beliefs.

For this country, the faith of all people is the priest.

If the priests fail to shoulder their responsibilities and do something excessive, it will be a devastating disaster for the entire country.

Each priest is a person who has obtained the city of Palasti and the support of the people of this city.

They may not be perfect, but they will never betray this place under any circumstances.

They love this place more than anything else, and that is why they can become priests.

"I...want to know...I want to see my father's last moments." Peroz wiped away her tears and slowly sat next to Sen, just like her father did more than ten years ago.

"That guy's last?"

Sen put down the fruit wine in his hand, then slowly stretched out his finger and gently touched Peroz's forehead.

In front of an ancient palace, Rodan, wearing an invisibility cloak, used his ability to isolate himself from the breath and sound around him.

Under the sunshine, Shenghui's bloodline exerted its greatest strength. At this moment, he seemed like the sun's radiance, omnipresent yet not causing anyone to be surprised.

He slowly moved his body. After the National Memorial Day, the most lively time of the year was when the priests would celebrate with the people outside. This was also the time when the temple's defenses were most relaxed.

At this time, the temple had no barriers or magic circles, and there was no one else except a dozen guards.

Rotun's figure slowly appeared behind one of them, and then he slowly took out a syringe from his pocket.

呲——

Without any defense, a guard's body became stiff and his vision became blurry.

The strange thing was that his body did not fall down, but continued to move forward along the predetermined route as before.

However, after Rotten took off his invisibility cloak, the other party ignored him even when he stood in front of him.

Rawdon breathed a sigh of relief and then put on his invisibility cloak again.

Following the same method, all the guards outside fell into a trance.

Their vision and senses, without encountering physical contact or loud noises, would only repeat the scenes they saw most often here.

Soon, he arrived in front of the next portal.

Looking at the closed bronze door in front of him, Rotun puffed up his lips and made a crisp bird call, and several figures appeared beside him.

"This door doesn't need me at all. You should be able to handle it." Gerard Lama placed his hand on the bronze door and looked at Roton strangely.

"The door can't be opened." Rawdon shook his head.

"This place is different from the ruins. It's a place where demigods actually live. Pushing the door open is easy, but if they don't have the familiar aura, they will instantly sense what's happening here."

Gerard nodded, then he slowly took out a ring from his arms and stuck it on the door.

Dozens of auras of different colors slowly appeared in front of the few people.

"Peppa." Rawdon called softly.

George Page closed his eyes, and the aura on his body gradually merged with these auras. After a moment, all the auras dissipated, leaving only four relatively strong auras that slowly merged into the bodies of several people.

When these auras merged into their bodies, the appearance and attire of Rotun and the others changed greatly, and at the same time, some vague memories of other people appeared in their minds.

"I'm lucky. I got a pretty good identity." Paige breathed a sigh of relief, then pushed open the door and tiptoed inside.

Mu, who was talking to people around him in the center of the city, couldn't help but shook his head after Paige walked in.

"When will Chris's brat grow up?"

As soon as the door was pushed open, four pairs of eyes fell on Paige.

"Little Chris, you... don't you have a fever? Why do you come here instead of just lying down at home?" Someone looked helpless.

"No difficulty can stop my adventure...Ah~" A sneeze came out.

"If you have a cold, just rest at home..." Several guards began their habitual lecturing.

At this time, through the crack in the door, Rotun, wearing an invisible cloak, gradually touched the back of one of them, and took out a syringe in the blind spot of the others.

Then do the same.

"Leave the rest to me." Jack Wilson squatted on the ground, and then some changes slowly appeared in his body.

The black and white fur, coupled with the silly appearance, made Rotun beside him couldn't help laughing.

"Woof! What are you laughing at, you bastard!"

"Ahem, it's nothing. I just think you're cute every time I see you." Rotten said with a smile.

"Woof! If this happens before the Five Gods Era, I, Benha...Wolf! Will bite you to death!" Jack shouted and ran around happily.

During this process, he bumped into many objects and destroyed many barriers.

But the trees, forests and woods in the city seemed to be unaware of anything.

"You should thank that priest. His method not only changed werewolves from a hateful race to one that is easily accepted by people, but it also matches your extraordinary power very well." Looking at Jack who was starting to dismantle the temple, Roton said with a smile.

"That's right, if you were still in the werewolf form, your extraordinary ability would be useless. But in this husky form, it's a perfect match." Paige also complained while holding back her laughter.