"Don't worry, he exists steadily; his soul's strength is much greater than when he died," Wang Quan said slowly.

Ever since Lu Ran entered the Rebirth Hall, he had always remained composed and calm, but when he heard Wang Quan's words, his body couldn't help but shiver.

Father is still alive.

No, he had already died, but his soul still existed.

"Soul strength?" Lu Ran lifted his eyes to look at the stone sculpture.

"Yes," Wang Quan responded softly, "After our first meeting, I discovered you were a disciple of that lord, so I asked Rouyin to investigate your identity.

Only then did I learn that you are a descendant of the dead soul in my hand.

Since then, I've often nourished this dead soul, waiting for this day to come."

Lu Ran remained silent for a long time, finally brought his hands together, and bowed deeply in thanks, "Thank you, Lord Wang Quan, may I..."

"Creak."

From afar, the heavy hall door suddenly was pushed open.

Lu Ran slightly turned his head, using the corner of his eye to look behind him, only to see Li Rouyin walking slowly.

Inside the Rebirth Hall, she did not need a blind stick; her slender figure shuttled between the dense red threads, reaching the depths of the hall, respectfully kneeling, "Lord Wang Quan, you called me."

"Hoo~"

On Li Rouyin's body, suddenly a remnant shadow unfolded.

It was a female god, her attire of ancient style, wearing a magnificent pitch-black long dress adorned with exquisite dark golden patterns.

Her long black hair was tied behind her head, with dark golden ornaments highlighting her nobility, matching her unusual eye color.

This was Lu Ran's second time seeing Lord Wang Quan. Unlike the previous time, her eyes were no longer indifferent, her expression had softened a lot.

From it, Lu Ran even saw a sort of delicate beauty.

Just like her sole believer under her.

Since the divine residual image emerged, Li Rouyin hadn't spoken again; she slowly rose and walked to the side.

When she returned, the shadow on her body had perfectly overlapped with her flesh.

In her long, slender jade hands, there appeared a string of ancient coins.

The attire and demeanor of the human and god were identical, their faces perfectly overlapped, causing Lu Ran to somewhat blur whether he was looking at Wang Quan or Li Rouyin.

"Step back, your eyes are quite something," Wang Quan reminded.

Lu Ran backed step by step, wishing to get closer, but not until he retreated to the doorway of the hall did he see Li Rouyin (Wang Quan) nod gently.

She lifted the string of coins in her hand, and a dead soul emerged from it.

Lu Ran's eyes widened slightly.

He saw a figure both unfamiliar and familiar, and this figure was being drawn back by a force.

Li Rouyin raised her hand slightly, and the dead soul was suddenly fixed mid-air.

As her slender hand slowly turned, the dead soul, controlled from a distance, slowly turned its body.

"Heh..." Lu Ran sighed softly, with a hint of trembling.

Through the swaying rain of thousands of red threads, he saw a middle-aged man, identical to the figure in his mind.

The ten years had not left a trace of time on the face of the deceased.

Father still looked like he was in his early thirties.

Even still looked like that night of storm ten years ago, the figure before he left home.

Short, neatly trimmed hair, a stern face.

A pitch-black combat uniform, black military boots, the pant legs tucked inside the boots...

Lu Ran looked at this dead soul, at the vivid shadow that still exuded youthful elegance.

The deceased silently looked back, expressionless, as if sizing up a stranger.

But unknowingly, the dead soul's eyes suddenly gained a hint of spirit, the solemn expression gradually turned confused, and then slowly surprised.

"Ranran?"

The dead soul murmured incredulously, the slightly raised tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

The difference between the thirteen-year-old fledgling boy and the twenty-three-year-old valiant youth was vast.

Height, face, attire...

A feathered garment with floating ribbons, resembling a banished immortal.

From the blood-colored mask covering the lower half of the face, a mist of blood slowly billowed like particle effects, eerie and frightening.

These were just the exterior.

The aura exuded by the boy baptized by time, especially with eyes no longer naive...

"Long time no see," a muffled voice emanated from behind the blood crystal mask.

In fact, Lu Ran hadn't expected that when the moment truly came, he would say such a thing.

It seemed... too ordinary, not worthy of all these years of longing and memorial.

Not worthy of this special reunion.

"You've grown up," Lu Xing said from afar.

"You haven't aged," Lu Ran smiled, "I should have come ten years later, then we'd be the same age."

"Hehe," Lu Xing also smiled.

But the smile didn't last long, gradually fading away.

The Rebirth Hall fell into silence.

After many years, the father and son separated by life and death met again, but there was no scene of overwhelming excitement or tears.

Their emotions were restrained.

The conversation carried a faint sense of bitterness.

"Buzz~" A humming sound came from Lu Ran's waist, and the Dawn Blade automatically unsheathed and flew out.

Up until Lu Xing's death, the Dawn Blade did not gather enough to form a sword spirit; it could only be considered a divine weapon embryo.

Its consciousness was very limited, everything about its original owner was vague,

Lu Xing, however, was different; he recognized the old friend at a glance.

"Go ahead." Lu Ran murmured softly.

With the master's permission, the Dawn Blade floated over slowly,

although Lu Xing's lost soul was suspended in mid-air, he could move his limbs slightly.

After many years, his illusory large hand once again grasped the Dawn Blade. The feeling was familiar yet strange, once again surging to his heart.

The feeling of strangeness far surpassed the feeling of familiarity.

The Dawn Blade had already become a Divine Weapon and far more than an ordinary Divine Weapon.

Lu Xing and Li Rouyin's abilities to sense might be somewhat lacking, but Lord Wang Quan was very clear that this was a weapon only suitable for the God Demon level.

What's more terrifying is that such world-destroying level Divine Weapons and Magic Artifacts, Lu Ran had several of them!

Wang Quan also knew that Lu Ran's treasures were far more than these.

Nowadays, with the God Demon Camp in turmoil, many were dying, and piece by piece, top-tier Divine Weapons and Magic Artifacts were likely being collected into Lu Ran's arsenal.

Regarding Lu Ran's strength, the true combat power he could bring out was something even Wang Quan dared not to rashly judge.

So this time, Wang Quan did not look down at the ants from on high.

Even though the human clan of the Second Level of the Heavenly Realm had not truly transcended the category of ants, Wang Quan gave him special treatment.

So this time, Lu Ran could see a kind of fragile beauty in the presence of the Lord God.

"How are your mother... and your sister?" Lu Xing finally spoke, his illusory hand trying to touch the Dawn Blade, looking at his old friend and recalling the old days.

"They're fine, once you come back to life, you can see for yourself." Lu Ran responded.

"See for myself?" Lu Xing looked up.

Lu Ran slightly tilted his head, looking at the woman standing behind the lost soul.

Li Rouyin (Wang Quan) slowly shook her head, "Ensuring the existence of the lost soul is already the limit of my ability."

Lu Ran tightly pressed his lips together.

So, must his father always exist in the form of a lost soul?

Why give hope, just to cruelly take it away?

Lu Ran looked at the suspended lost soul and stubbornly promised, "I will find a way."

Lu Xing looked at the determined youth and said, "To see you again, to watch you grow up, I have no regrets."

Lu Ran stared into his father's eyes and said clearly:

"I do."

Lu Xing's eyes dimmed, and he silently lowered his head, looking at the Dawn Blade.

He naturally knew what he had missed and was well aware of what kind of world this was.

Guilt and self-blame had already consumed the young father's heart.

On the battlefield, he fought bravely, fearing neither death nor life, yet he could not bear the gaze of his child.

"There is indeed a possibility." Wang Quan suddenly spoke up.

Lu Ran immediately looked over.

Wang Quan gently nodded, "I do not have the power to revive the dead, but the Lord you worship might be able to do that."

Lu Ran suddenly felt a stirring in his heart!

Recalling long ago, the conversation he had once with the Immortal Sheep.

When Lu Ran first saw lost souls fly into the Sculpture Garden, he had asked the Immortal Sheep if he could do anything for his comrades.

The Immortal Sheep seemed to have left a phrase:

"An insignificant Stream Realm, yet with an ambition higher than the heavens."

Since acquiring the Pupil of the Dead World, Lu Ran had been continually moved on the battlefield of the fifteenth night, until a certain critical point, he couldn't help but bring up old matters again.

The Immortal Sheep gave another eight words:

"An insignificant River Realm, yet with an ambition higher than the heavens."

But during the second inquiry, the Immortal Sheep did not merely offer cold remarks. To some extent, he informed Lu Ran that he might indeed be able to do something.

The prerequisite, of course, was strength.

Now that he had reached the Heavenly Realm, was his strength sufficient?

[Lord Immortal Sheep, are you there?] Lu Ran immediately prayed to the Lord God.

After waiting a long time, there was no telepathic response, and it was unclear whether the Immortal Sheep hadn't received it or was ignoring it.

Lu Ran turned to Wang Quan, "Lord, can I..."

Understanding his intent, Wang Quan absorbed Lu Xing's lost soul into the Copper Coin, slightly lifting his hand, and looked at the young man in the distance, "Here."

Lu Ran's figure flashed, instantly standing before Li Rouyin.

This set of Copper Coins had five coins, with his father's lost soul residing in the third Rebirth Money.

Wang Quan advised, "The lost soul cannot leave me for too long. If you cannot find a solution in a short time, return him to me, and I will help maintain his existence."

Lu Ran received the string of Rebirth Money with both hands, looking at the woman before him, "How can I thank you?"

Wang Quan smiled, her beautiful dark golden eyes softly gazing at Lu Ran, and her thin lips gently parted:

"No rush, Lu Ran, the years are long."

"Does Lord Wang Quan really believe I can win?"

Wang Quan did not respond again, merely gazed meaningfully at Lu Ran, and the shadow vanished without a trace.

Leaving behind a hollow-eyed, sickly beauty.

Lu Ran turned around and summoned the Ancient Bronze Mirror, with Li Rouyin's voice coming beside him, "Why say sorry?"

Lu Ran paused his palm, speaking in a low voice, "I still haven't found Hao Tian. I've searched Holy Spirit Mountain myself and had my soldiers look for him, but he remains unfound."

"You just haven't found him. He might be alive!" Li Rouyin suddenly raised her voice, speaking excitedly.

Lu Ran remained silent for a long time, and the Ancient Bronze Mirror in his hand transformed into a Landing Mirror.

"Yes." He lowered his head, stepping into the mirror.

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