Chapter 814: Chapter 492: The Silencer (Requesting Monthly Votes)
“Xiao Luo.”
Communication in the world of consciousness happens in an instant, yet in front of the Miracle Entities, such montary thoughts are aningless.
But those present did not interrupt Bailuo; instead, they quietly waited for him to give instructions.
The exchange between Bailuo and Yagen ended, and he reopened his eyes: “A funeral, we need a funeral.”
“What?”
Bailuo’s expression was very calm, the sorrow had passed, replaced by confidence and resolve.
Honestly, everyone was actually quite worried about him, concerned that Bailuo might be too imrsed in the loss of his uncle, but seeing him recover so swiftly, naturally, no one thought Bailuo heartless or indifferent, especially considering the relationship he had with his uncle was incomparable to others.
Through the communication of miracles, everyone felt Bailuo’s confidence at that mont; he seed assured, ready to do sothing.
“Could it be Saros…”
Old Luwei was the first to speak, asking Bailuo, “My lord, do you have a way to bring him back?”
“Um.”
Bailuo nodded, and his senior sister hurriedly said, “This, it’s sowhat difficult, injuries caused by Great Power, even miracles can’t reverse.”
“The Silencer.”
Bailuo told everyone about what Yagen had told him concerning The Silencer.
“Feiya, you have the wisdom of a queen,” said Bailuo, “Go check if there are any clues about this Silencer.”
“Okay.”
If the senior sister had considered surpassing the old uncle before.
But now, truly experiencing the old man’s departure, she regretted it, feeling that perhaps it would be better for the uncle to stay with them.
“We have it.”
Soon, the senior sister retrieved information about ‘The Silencer’: “According to my past life (the queen), The Silencer is an extrely ancient and powerful deity, it governs everything after obliteration.”
“Death?”
“Obliteration is not death, but a thorough vanishing.”
Indeed, Great Power had obliterated the uncle, so here an equivalence can be made, that the uncle ‘no longer exists.’
Thus, The Silencer did not deny the destructive power of the Flood, it confird the Great Power, but at the sa ti, The Silencer can bring a person back from non-existence.
It’s not resurrection, nor is it salvation, but bring back from nothingness to existence.
“No one can find The Silencer, the existent cannot see it, the non-existent naturally do not exist.”
The queen ans that those who exist cannot see The Silencer, only those who do not exist can see her, but the problem is, if people do not exist, what is the point of being able to see or not.
“You want to snatch a person from its hands?”
The senior sister realized what Bailuo intended to do; he wanted to summon The Silencer, and then have it bring the uncle back from non-existence.
Thus, both not violating the absolute laws of Great Power and reviving the uncle.
“Yes, this is the only way.”
“However.”
Bailuo said, “This being, is sowhat dangerous.”
Bailuo had asked Yagen, who told him that The Silencer is an uncontrollable entity, very powerful, and capricious.
Even if Bailuo holds the Skull Coin, trying to buy a deceased person from her would not be easy.
This matter involves risks, once The Silencer gets angry, they might likely beco enemies.
“We need to be prepared for the possibility of a failed deal, followed by the need to forcefully snatch the person back.”
Bailuo was ready for battle, and he would not hesitate to draw his sword against even the legendary Silencer if it ant saving his uncle.
Twilight had been waiting for Bailuo’s summoning, ready to unsheathe this Supre Tier Miracle when necessary.
“Let’s begin.”
“As instructed by the Gold Coin,” Bailuo said, “we need a funeral, put the old man there.”
“Lilith.”
This was no longer the world of the Electronic Frontier; back in reality, Bailuo surveyed his surroundings and called upon Lilith.
“Master!”
Seeing Bailuo, Lilith’s face lit up with surprise. She had been worried, as the Miracle connection was constantly transmitting crisis, tension, and sorrow, which had distressed Lilith.
“What is this place? It doesn’t seem like the Miracle Mainland.”
Bailuo noticed they were at sea, with a small island nearby, but he couldn’t confirm exactly where they were.
“Let’s give it a try.”
Rakshasa beside him drew his katana, and in an instant, invisible sword energy split the sea into two, reaching toward the island before stopping.
“Power testing results,” Rakshasa said, “there is no blessing of the Kings here; this is not the Miracle Mainland.”
“The Underworld?”
Bailuo felt that the Underworld might be better: “The Silencer’s power is unpredictable. Summoning rashly could alert the Kings. In the Underworld, at least there’s no need to worry about disturbances.”
“Lilith, modify this island.”
“Feiya,” Bailuo said, “carve all the mountains on that island in the style of our Yatun Clan.”
“Okay.”
Together with her sister and Lilith, they enveloped the mundane island with Miracle Power.
Flowers blood and withered trees sprang back to life, while a golden curtain descended from the sky, the Power of Avalon from Utopia, continuously enhancing the island’s stature, striving to shape it into a garden outside the Hall of Valor.
In addition, all the funeral’s requirents were conducted according to the customs of the People of Yatun.
What the Skull Coin truly needed was not the rituals, but heartfelt rembrance. This emotional elent was key to attracting the Silencer.
Of course, without the Gold Coin, even with rembrance, it would be of no use, so the crux was still the Gold Coin.
Soon, Bailuo had everyone set up everything.
Bailuo looked at the old man lying amidst the flowers, his expression so serene, as if free of any pain or unease.
“Do you trust so much?”
His uncle hadn’t seen Bailuo’s mont of success; he had died before that, but the uncle wasn’t worried, even without seeing the end, he had peacefully closed his eyes.
Not for any other reason, but because the person carrying his hopes was Bailuo. He had complete confidence in his own child, extrely proud.
There was nothing Bailuo couldn’t do, he would definitely succeed, no one knew this better than his uncle.
“But I still want to bring you back.”
“Even if just to let you see with your own eyes that I made it out alive,” Bailuo said, “so please forgive my wilfulness, I just can’t stand watching you leave no matter what.”
“Everyone.”
Bailuo stood at the forefront of the crowd and said, “A mont of silence.”
Rembering his uncle required no brewing of sentints; he was a living legend himself. The stories about him, the sorrow and pain over his departure, were always present in everyone’s hearts.
And this reluctance ultimately transford into a plea, hoping that Bailuo could bring his uncle back.
He couldn’t die here, he shouldn’t die anywhere.
“Let see your true face.”
Bailuo clenched the Skull Coin in his hand and then looked up; at the sa ti, his eyes seed veiled in a thin mist, and through the haze, he saw a figure: “The Silencer.”
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