"I understand... Then, what is the reason the world rejects ?" Mo Wen asked calmly.
Qi Shiming shook his head with a bitter smile. "I don't know. Not only do I not know, it seems the world itself doesn't know the reason either."
"Considering that even you, the party involved, don't know, I was hoping you'd stay and investigate carefully to see if it was a misjudgnt. But unfortunately, if you insist on staying, you will have to face even more dangerous disasters ahead."
"Cosmic storms, star god beasts, other super psychics... The world still has many cards to play."
Mo Wen nodded in understanding. "I see."
Qi Shiming had already guessed Mo Wen's thoughts, but he still asked seriously, "Then, why haven't you let go?"
"Because I don't want to die." The Death-Denier spoke softly, "Even if I live one more minute, one more second, I will struggle to the very end, recording this growth to fight the next death."
"The responsibility I bear has already been fulfilled."
"Having overco countless hardships, standing here, confirming the truth and the answer to resistance... I have no regrets toward the comrades who risked their lives to escort here."
"But I am not a good person."
"I will not abandon my own wishes for others."
"Psychic power losing control is not incurable; it only requires a better container to heal. I already have such a container before , but I need to kill its previous owner."
Qi Shiming shrugged. "That's really a pity. I am not prepared to surrender. I still have many things to correct, and you cannot replace ."
"However, before the battle, let finish so work you probably can't do well."
Before Qi Shiming fully revived, Mo Wen arrived at the Divine Seat. At this mont, only part of Qi Shiming’s will had entered the container, and his own psychic power had not yet recovered to its peak. Controlling the container in battle would have so delay.
Using the Dragon Blade to sneak attack from such a short distance might directly cut off Qi Shiming’s revival process.
But Mo Wen was not that kind of person.
"Alright."
"Then, let's watch together." Qi Shiming mobilized Zero’s psychic power to execute the Corporation’s final plan.
On Avel, the planet whose ecosystem had completely collapsed after the company wars, revival was underway.
Seeds manifesting as light fell into the earth.
In every vein of the soil, psychic energy began to flow. Special psychic minerals stepped from myth into reality, and primordial energy life erged from magma.
Green colors were painted onto the withered yellow canvas. Azure lines were sketched through the undulations and finally rged into the tide, filling the seabed.
Restlessness and fear were gently soothed. The gentle power forced no one to join the consciousness network; instead, it dismantled all ntal suggestion devices.
Then ca the rebirth of life.
Psychic creatures once exterminated by humans returned to this world in an innocent form. But now, humanity was strong enough to claim territory without extermination.
Schools of fish in the sea, birds in the sky, and small beasts in the forest filled the landscapes outside the cities.
Next was the most crucial revival: nature itself.
The Corporation and major companies—though not everyone deserved revival—did not require Qi Shiming to execute judgnt now by depriving revival rights.
After everything stabilized, a nationwide trial involving all citizens would beco an important foundation for the new era's concept of death.
"Hopefully, they realize this is no miracle, but technology created by humans."
Using all humanity’s latent psychic power as nourishnt, and this transford world as soil, the seed of light broke through Avel’s earth.
The Tree of Light reached the sky, connecting to the soul reserves of Zero. Countless new human factories operated at full capacity, striving to create vessels for souls.
With Zero and the Corporation’s assistance, Qi Shiming could revive everyone instantly, but obviously, that would be too exaggerated.
Decomposing the miracle of revival into multiple understandable, learnable, and reproducible technologies—such as consciousness preservation, body generation, and consciousness input—allowing people to witness and even participate in the process, should help demystify it.
Finally, there were last words.
Qi Shiming recited all the problems he had discovered after his revival, proposed solutions, made brief predictions for future developnts, and set them to be mass-sent worldwide after his death.
After confirming nothing was missing, Qi Shiming, already more than half restored, looked toward Mo Wen.
His constantly regenerating and destroying brain squeezed out the remains of the Dream Creator, grew fine legs, crawled out from the skull, and the spirit root also abandoned the augntation, connecting to the brain—the only purely flesh part—and continued growing.
The dragon spine, secret gates, celestial platform, jade bones, elixir field, ridians, acupoints, spirit repository, internal organs... the finest parts from multiple world humans combined to form Mo Wen’s flesh body, even growing clothes.
Without world rule support, these super organs and psychic power were not well integrated, unable to fully tap into their strength. Their actual effectiveness was still inferior to spiritual corpse augntations, but they belonged entirely to Mo Wen.
Qi Shiming understood clearly what Mo Wen ant.
The augntation Mo Wen had originally used was handed to him by the Dream Faction to defeat the Corporation, but now that he was to kill the person they revered most, naturally he would no longer use the augntation granted by the Dream Faction.
Ha, truly a straightforward person.
Qi Shiming disliked slaughter, but to fight to the death with such a heroic figure, to send him an end or aid, was also a pleasure for him.
He returned the augntation, then rummaged through the orbital fortress’s reserves, finding several bottles of fine liquor left ownerless.
The Corporation had exerted every effort to revive him; taking two bottles of wine should be no problem.
Leaving a note and taking the wine, he tossed a bottle toward the just-recovered Mo Wen.
No words were exchanged; with tacit understanding, Mo Wen caught the bottle, lightly clinking it against Qi Shiming’s, then they both popped the caps and casually drank.
To be honest, Mo Wen felt nothing but pain, yet he could still savor a mont of relief.
Qi Shiming laughed heartily as well. "No questions asked, no afterlife matters discussed; only this battle will decide life or death!"
The mortal world and the divine kingdom changed endlessly, starting from these two.
Golden waves dissipated, the long stair vanished, scars faded, no more sacredness or grandeur—only boundless space remained. But because these two fought here, it was given new aning.
One held the Dragon Blade, fierce as a beast, a bitterly chewed visitor from another world.
The other was shaped from bound light, ambitious and heroic, a peerless champion.
They stared at each other. Infinite psychic power surged with their will, roaring until finally surpassing that threshold.
Energy Level 6.
Everything around them was ravaged and twisted by boiling battle intent and psychic power.
"Fight!"
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