Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Resurrection

Firefly is a special creature from the Spirit Realm.

The Abyssal Ascetic Association initially discovered this creature in the bizarre area of the Spirit Realm, and then diligently cultivated it into a significant asset.

At the deepest part of the underground facility.

This place is different from the entire modern-style building.

This area resembles more of a medieval tomb, with complex patterns covering the walls and painting bizarre, dense murals.

The style of the murals is cold-toned.

There isn’t much light and color, giving a dull and oppressive atmosphere, a frigid weight almost protruding from the layout of the room.

In the room is a nurturing cabin.

Inside floats the naked body of a man submerged in the nurturing liquid.

White mist keeps pouring in, and if Baiyu were here, he would discover the fireflies in the mist are far denser than those he saw outside.

A single nurturing cabin placed in such a room appears quite abrupt.

Swoosh.

The man opened his eyes.

Simultaneously, the black-robed man observing in the room perked up. He, newly awakened, adapts to this new body while observing the person in the nurturing cabin.

The man’s body opened his eyes, slowly clenches his fists, awakening his dormant consciousness, adapting to the power of the new body.

Then.

He opened the nurturing cabin from inside.

Mist and water flow out incessantly.

The man stands barefoot on the floor, glancing around, his neck vertebrae emitting creaking sounds like old gears moving that hadn’t been oiled: “This body is only Tier Eight Martial Artist, Kaz, where’s the Tier Seven you promised me?”

The black-robed man lifts his cowl, revealing a middle-aged uncle’s face, chuckling: “Tier Seven Martial Artists are not easy to find, those are practitioners of True Martial Intent, hardly seen in Linjiang. Having Tier Eight is sufficient, you only wanted to escape the control of the Church of the God of Steam and Mechanics, and verify if I could resurrect someone, now you should have no doubts.”

Allen clenched his fist, feeling the abundant, vibrant young body.

This is what youth feels like…

No agony of being tormented by mutations, no endless suppression of Pollution Level.

Completely normal Martial Artist.

“Let’s continue with our next plan, this is not enough.”

Allen’s eyes flashed: “You resurrected me mainly because of the special function of the fireflies, preserving my Spirituality and Spirit, just needed a life-filled container. But my sister… she’s been dead for five years, whether as an Extraordinary’s Spirituality, or as a Martial Artist’s Spirit… none remains, your resurrection won’t work on her.”

Actually, this resurrection is extremely simple.

Firefly is a special creature with peculiarities, relying on its keeper’s Blood Qi and body. Once the keeper dies, the fireflies spontaneously gather in the nest, dying alongside the keeper.

The dead fireflies can just serve as a medium for condensing its Spirit.

Simply coordinate with the correct method, and pray to the great deity, the Lord of Blood who manipulates blood power, for a miracle, allowing one’s consciousness and Spirit to resurrect in a new body.

This method is simple but poses great risks.

Moreover, achieving it is very difficult.

Like Bruce’s resurrection was under the simplest ritual, conducted by two assistant priests, with severed subsequent issues.

Of course.

If it were harmless and simple.

The Abyssal Ascetic Association would have conquered the world by now.

Kaz maintained a constant smile: “Rest assured my partner, of course, I won’t use this method. Your sister died early, but Spirituality and Spirit aren’t without traces.”

“Some ancient Martial Arts Gods whose will last for thousands of years unextinguished.”

“A Martial Artist possessing True Martial Intent doesn’t have a fragile spirit.”

“This time you clearly understood what lies within that painting, which is the key to your sister’s resurrection. We can leverage the power of ancient deities.”

Allen was slightly moved.

Since he dared to join Kaz and venture alone after the rebellion, he naturally was informed of a series of events. The painting he saw at Bruce’s home was not regular.

That involved an Evil God and a Primordial Deity.

On the fifteenth of the Black Moon and… the Lord of Blood.

The painting depicts a giant black moon containing a man pierced with swords, that man pointing to the Lord of Blood.

The fifteenth Black Moon.

A powerful, unconscious Primordial Deity.

The Lord of Blood is the deity believed by the Abyssal Ascetic Association.

Approximately decades ago, the Abyssal Ascetic Association splintered into two factions.

One follows the Abyssal Lord.

One follows the Lord of Blood.

The Abyssal Lord’s faction operates low-key, genuinely conservative, lifeless and dull, remaining in the shadows with hundreds of years of heritage.

Kaz has always had a dream.

To make the name of the Abyssal Ascetic Association resound throughout the continent, allowing each instructor to walk openly, heads held high.

Upon becoming the Grand High Priest of the Lord of Blood’s faction.

He courageously implemented ambitious reforms, relentlessly pursued advancement.

In merely a few years.

The Lord of Blood’s faction grew tenfold in strength, fierce talents gathered, High Priests were as common as dogs, assistant priests filled the streets.

Kaz was very satisfied.

So he decided to make a big news, initiating an attack on Linjiang City’s Shelter.

A war of city-ruin level unfolded.

With powerful Sealing Object projecting a Simulation Realm, alongside fearless believers and the spread of Devouring Fog, the guardians of Linjiang Shelter instantly fell to ruins.

Afterwards…

Countless Human Race volunteers came to aid.

But, would Kaz-sama not be prepared?

The reinforcements were slaughtered completely by him, bathing the clear sky with blood, eternally marking the Abyssal Ascetic Association.

Of course.

He underestimated the power of the East Prosperity Imperial.

When the cannon of the Legendary Ship pointed at him.

An unfamiliar feeling arose in his heart.

That was… a fear of death.

Artillery roared, skies collapsed, and despite his body modified by the Lord of Blood, he couldn’t withstand such formidable power.

In that battle.

The Abyssal Ascetic Association suffered heavy losses.

He was also defeated and captured.

Because the S Level Sealing Object on his body could not be separated by Linjiang City, and Lijiang’s high authorities suspected he might have rebirth means.

Thus kept in Hades Prison’s deepest layer, with massive gas suppression and strict guard ensuring his escape wasn’t possible.

But.

A slip happened eventually.

Allen’s arrival made him seize the opportunity, successfully escaping. The remains in Hades Prison now are just a shell he left behind.

“Firefly’s resurrection only works once.”

“We must be more cautious ahead, you must resurrect your sister by connecting with the Lord of Blood’s consciousness during the Breaking Day’s Black Moon outbreak.”

Kaz mildly narrates the plan: “Qiong Yue, that old hag won’t last long, three years ago when she attacked me, I saw she was exhausted. Without the Legendary Ship’s obstacle this time, I must complete what I failed to accomplish three years ago.”

Allen remained indifferent: “Now all your subordinates are dead, and here the Sinking Iron Church’s priests detected, are you sure?”

“Detected as you please, let them come, it’s useless anyway. Prepared, naturally I am.”

Kaz confidently chuckled.