Mysterious Revival

The souls summoned to this world can only linger for a short time, so these top ghost tamers from the Republic of China period want to take advantage of their last moments of clarity to witness the legendary person who could end the supernatural era.

The quickest way to understand someone is undoubtedly to engage in a confrontation.

Just one supernatural confrontation, and they’ll grasp the weight of the person before them.

Thus, Luo Wensong wasn’t wrong.

The individuals gazed at the figure shrouded in golden light in the sky, all without a word, yet their bodies emanated an icy, dangerous aura.

“Are we really going to act?”

At this moment, He Yiner’s face twitched slightly. The situation had spiraled beyond her control unless she canceled the summoning and forcibly quelled the conflict.

However, it seemed unnecessary.

The older generation wasn’t aiming to kill Yang Jian; they merely wanted to gauge his strength.

With this thought, He Yiner retreated again, trying to avoid being embroiled.

“Time is limited, I’ll start.” At this moment, Luo Wensong slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.

As he appeared, the surrounding lights dimmed, making it seem as if one were in the eerie Ghost Post Office about to go dark.

Ghost flames burned fiercely around, wanting to devour Luo Wensong and drag him into a hell occupied by countless fierce ghosts, yet the burning ghost flames were forcibly blocked by his Ghost Domain.

Even so.

The hellish blaze remained incredibly scorching.

This heat could roast ghost tamers alive, making it unbearable even for one of Luo Wensong’s level.

“These flames aren’t terrifying on their own, but when fueled by countless fierce ghosts, they become horrifically formidable. Indeed, one destined to end the supernatural era isn’t to be underestimated. You can’t measure him alone; we need to act together.”

At this moment, Luo Qian’s lifeless eyes flickered slightly as he too stepped out of the ancestral hall, and upon his appearance, layers of thick grave soil began covering the surrounding ground.

The grave soil merged into Luo Wensong’s Ghost Domain, with their supernatural forces combining to form a dark cemetery capable of burying many fierce ghosts.

The emergence of the dark cemetery finally offset the terrifying heat with its cold aura.

However, they weren’t in their living states, unable to persist for long; thus, they had to act swiftly and couldn’t afford delays, or they’d waste this revival opportunity when the summoning ended.

Luo Wensong squinted, continuing to watch the silhouette in the sky.

All the windows and doors in Taiping Town began shaking violently, seemingly with terrifying ghost figures lurking behind each, growing restless and eager to force open the doors and windows, invading reality from unknown supernatural depths.

“Thud, thud-thud!”

A muffled and oppressive knocking sound abruptly echoed.

Soon after, the knocking increased, and within mere seconds, countless knocks resonated near the ancestral hall.

The inevitable supernatural forces compounded swiftly.

“Luo Wensong is serious now; it’s rare to see him this earnest.” Inside the ancestral hall, Meng Xiaodong’s old face shifted, showing a hint of surprise.

Beside him, Zhang Youhong chuckled softly, “In our era, few ghost tamers warranted Luo Wensong’s full effort. Seizing the chance upon awakening, given his character, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity. Moreover… the opponent is reputed to have single-handedly ended the supernatural era. If he approached it with mere educational intent, he’d lose face.”

“Besides, if the opponent can’t handle both Luo Wensong and Luo Qian, what right do they have to pose above us?”

“Indeed.” A tall figure strode over, Li Qingzhi replied solemnly, “So let’s not just stand here watching. Be ready to act, find his limits; I want to know if he’s worthy of our collective effort.”

Zhang Youhong commented playfully, “In my view, he’s only worthy of your joint effort, five of you. If I acted, I’m afraid I might inadvertently kill this young junior.”

“Your supernatural stacking is too slow; the summoning time isn’t enough for that. Don’t be overly confident; we’ll soon know if the youngster can handle us old folks.” At this moment, Zhang Bohua still gazed upward, seemingly observing the sky.

But his eyes were blind, long unable to discern the outside world, only feeling that silhouette’s presence.

Meanwhile, as they conversed, the terrifying supernatural assault was ready.

Amid sounds of windows and doors being forcibly opened.

Luo Wensong’s inevitable supernatural assault had now reached its peak.

Instantly, the sky shrouded in golden light dimmed, and steps seemingly forged of gold were wiped clean by a terrible supernatural infestation.

The sky once again cloaked in chilling darkness.

Day and night swapped at this moment.

Yet the summoned figure remained airborne, unmoving, without the aid of phenomena, no longer seeming divine, but rather cold and fearsome, its eye no longer emitting golden light but a blood-like crimson.

The crimson glow quickly engulfed, clashing with the dark sky.

The clash soon resolved.

Darkness swallowed everything; the inevitable supernatural assault fell upon that silhouette, snuffing out the nascent red light.

“Succeeded?” Luo Qian’s lifeless eyes flicked slightly, seeming to search for any trace.

Luo Wensong remained silent, his old face covered in corpse spots, looking particularly grave.

His expression had already conveyed the result to everyone.

Then.

A streak of red light emerged again in the darkness. This flicker of red seemed like a spark amidst a storm, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Yet, this streak of red was extraordinarily resilient. No matter how terrifying the inevitable supernatural forces were, they couldn’t quench it.

If the inevitable supernatural forces couldn’t ensure the opponent’s doom, this meant Luo Wensong’s attack had failed.

Coming to his senses, Luo Qian acted next.

The streak of red in the darkness extinguished once more, as countless grave soil surged, directly burying it.

The grave soil wriggled, layer upon layer, as if intending to drag it into a bottomless abyss.

“Can it be buried?” Luo Qian felt unsure at this moment.

He had buried countless ghosts in his lifetime, but today he wasn’t as confident as before about being able to keep the opponent in his graveyard.

The flicker of red light, like a flame of hope, couldn’t be swallowed by darkness nor buried by grave soil.

Though small, it could set the entire world ablaze.

Soon.

The red light appeared once more.

Amid the red light, a figure holding a long spear walked forward.

A cold voice echoed: “If you had awakened sixty years ago, perhaps I wouldn’t be your match. But today, attempting to measure me is indeed a grave misjudgment.”

“Not to mention that even if Luo Qian and Luo Wensong both strike now, your whole seven-member team from the Republic of China period gathered wouldn’t suffice. I have surpassed the limits of ghost handlers and embarked on an unprecedented path.”

“If so, then let us, the fallen old generation, witness the kind of supernatural power possessed by someone capable of fully ending this supernatural era.” Luo Wensong squinted and spoke.

As his words fell, Zhang Youhong, Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bohua, and Li Qingzhi also emerged from the ancestral hall.

The result of the previous confrontation was already clear: Luo Qian and Luo Wensong had lost. Moreover, they hadn’t even probed the opponent’s supernatural power.

The gap seemed larger than expected.

If they wanted to save face, all six of them had to join forces, and they couldn’t afford to be careless.

“You want to see, then I’ll satisfy you. Let me use the supernatural power that ends this era to send you senior figures from the Republic of China on your way.”

Yang Jian paused at this moment, his figure revealed in the red light.

“I see. No wonder the previous attack was useless on you. You don’t exist in the present?” Luo Qian realized the clue at this moment. His grave soil could only bury the present, unable to bury the past and future.

Yang Jian coldly responded: “I exist in the past, present, and future.”

Then, his voice reverberated over the town, carrying with it countless echoes.

“I command, the current darkness shall dissipate.”

“It’s supernatural stacking.” Luo Wensong’s eyes narrowed, somewhat horrified.

The speed of this supernatural stacking was dreadfully fast, as if completed in an instant, making it seem like this person indeed existed in the past, present, and future.

With just a single utterance, the darkness shrouding the town was instantly torn apart, unable to resist.

“I command, the grave soil before me to vanish immediately.” That voice reverberated in the sky once more.

Like a deity issuing commands, no one could defy it.

At this moment, Luo Wensong’s hands trembled slightly, his heart filled with unparalleled shock.

Nobody understood the situation before them better than him.

This person’s speech seemed like making wishes to a fierce ghost, enabling the supernatural power to intervene in reality and fulfill his every desire. This kind of supernatural power was already extraordinary, but now, after countless layers of supernatural stacking, it had become the legendary gold-becoming word.

Moreover, the cost of the supernatural had been completely ignored.

“We can’t win against someone like this.” Meng Xiaodong remained silent too. She hadn’t acted, but she knew that even if she could exist in the past, she couldn’t seal off this person’s past.

Because this person’s past was more terrifying than her own.

“There’s no need to act. Even if I returned to my peak state, one encounter with him would be my end.” Li Qingzhi also admitted frankly that he wasn’t the opponent.

The next moment, the grave soil that buried everything vanished.

Taiping Town was restored to its original state, as if nothing had ever changed.

“If you want to gauge him, it seems Zhang Dong would be needed.” Zhang Bohua muttered quietly.

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