A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 816 - 494: Resurrection (Request for Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 816: Chapter 494: Resurrection (Request for Monthly Tickets)
“What should I do next?”
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Bailuo tightly grasped the Gold Coin, unwilling to let The Silencer easily take it away: “If I bring him back to reality, will the old man be resurrected?”
“Yes.”
The Silencer conveyed her intention, and looking at the content on the Black Leather Book, the miracle of rebirth was undeniable.
“Gold Coin.”
The Silencer conveyed a hint of dissatisfaction: “The deceased has brought it for you, now, give the Gold Coin to me.”
[The transaction has been completed, please give the Gold Coin to The Silencer]
Such words appeared in the Book of Yagen, Bailuo felt that the last step might not be guaranteed, as accommodating as The Silencer was, she wouldn’t be toyed with like this.
“Gold Coin, here you go.”
As Bailuo handed the Gold Coin to The Silencer, the moment the transaction was completed, Bailuo felt the surrounding wooden hut begin to dissolve.
When Bailuo’s consciousness returned, he saw The Silencer had disappeared, and he, had returned to the island.
In front of him lay his peacefully resting uncle, who seemed to still be in a deep sleep, sparking worry in Bailuo’s heart, fearing that The Silencer had deceived him and hadn’t brought his uncle back.
‘Old man…’
Bailuo clenched his fists, silently praying.
Suddenly, the uncle’s fingers twitched. Being in the presence of Miracle Warriors, even the slightest movements were crystal clear to them.
“Uncle!”
“Dad!”
“Grandfather!”
Amidst everyone’s calls, the uncle’s eyelids fluttered, as if he had merely taken a nap, or as if he had been on an indescribably long journey, and then returned to the place he had set out from.
“What’s happening?”
The uncle was confused, remembering in his mind that he had faced the wrath of the Flood head-on to give Bailuo a chance to escape the storm.
“Did someone call me back?”
The uncle was indeed wise, almost instantly understanding the current situation.
He had been resurrected, and looking around, he saw familiar faces, consistent with the group that had explored the Electronic Frontier together.
“Old man.”
Bailuo stepped forward and extended his hand to his uncle: “Dying isn’t that easy, huh?”
“Cheeky kid.”
The uncle chided Bailuo with a smile, but from his eyes, Bailuo could see relief and emotion.
This eased Bailuo’s worries; he really feared that upon resurrection, his uncle would not praise him but would instead blame him for bringing him back.
Fortunately, the uncle did not.
“Was this your decision?”
The uncle, grasping Bailuo’s hand to rise, asked, “Aren’t you blaming me?”
“As long as it’s your decision, I’m happy with any of them.”
The uncle had done the same thing as Li Xue Shanxianzhai, hoping that by his departure, Bailuo would achieve true growth.
However, growth aside, when faced with the departure of a loved one, Bailuo’s efforts to reverse the situation relied solely on his own efforts.
“But I admit my growth is small.”
After all, the Gold Coin was available early on, and Bailuo had not sacrificed much, the most being the intense pain when his uncle left.
“No, it’s not about the amount.”
“Making a decision in a split second is a gain in itself.”
The uncle’s perspective was clearly different from Bailuo’s; Bailuo thought he was standing still, not realizing he had actually crossed a threshold, and had not remained stationary.
“But this was bound to happen anyway.”
Bailuo said, “As long as there’s a way, I will definitely bring you back, if not now, then later.”
“I know.”
The uncle was quite resigned: “Maybe not getting the best, but obtaining a treasure better than the best.”
The uncle said, looking towards Alaya, who had now officially joined Bailuo’s Miracle rank with the Trinity Power.
“Supreme Tier.”
The Electronic Frontier had disappeared, replaced by a new faction, and the Twenty-Eight Camps were no more.
The uncle was quite emotional, he found as his wisdom increased, so did his perspective, rapidly overturning his previous understandings.
What replaced them were more mysterious things, like The Silencer and as Yagen mentioned, everyone’s origin.
“Grandfather.”
Alaya was delighted with the uncle’s return, benefiting from this event alone; if the uncle had really left, Alaya might have blamed herself.
Just as Bailuo viewed miracles, Alaya felt the same; being fortunate to receive them was luck, not getting them didn’t matter, and there was no need to force it.
“Yes.”
The uncle smiled: “Congratulations.”
The older man didn’t look like someone who had just resurrected; he was nonchalant, as if he had just gone out for a ride and came back with flair.
“Are you leaving again?”
Hearing Alaya’s words, Bailuo and the uncle reacted differently, the former surprised, the latter with an understanding expression: “Nothing escapes you, huh.”
“Where are you going?”
It’s no wonder Bailuo was concerned, this man had just been resurrected, and now the uncle was planning something again.
“On the other side, I saw some special things.”
The uncle raised his finger and tapped his forehead: “Here, it showed me many things.”
“It?”
“Artian.”
The uncle mentioned this name, which was the miracle described in Bailuo’s Book of Yagen.
“You know it, but you don’t know what it truly means.”
The uncle said this, and Bailuo was genuinely confused, but the old man did not hide it, clearly stating: “Artian is a special miracle, meaning ‘the guide of the king.'”
“Yes, just like what I’ve been doing all these years, cultivating a person, nurturing him until he shows the attributes of a king.”
“You are the king I guided.”
The uncle said, “My mission ended just now, whether you chose to resurrect me or not, both indicate you are capable of standing on your own.”
Steering the ark and braving the anti-Flood storm, Bailuo had earned the Great Power’s recognition, a privilege only for the greatest in the human world.
“Where will you go?”
“Not far,” the uncle laughed: “We can contact anytime, if there’s a problem, you can also contact me through miracles, and if you can’t solve it, summon me, and I’ll be right by your side.”
“……”
This sounded as if Bailuo was still a child, unable to overcome obstacles, calling for a parent?
“Try to do as you wish, and if you can’t figure it out,” the uncle said, “I’m still here.”
“This…”
The uncle’s implication was that Bailuo could do anything he wanted next, only calling for help when he truly faced insurmountable difficulties.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Ally.”
“What?”
Bailuo didn’t understand the meaning of the uncle’s words, were allies meant to help him with diplomacy?
