Chapter 323: Divine Skill — The Power of Creation
At those words, the Demon Empress carefully took out a massive set of remains.
The ancient bones had endured countless ages, yet even now they emanated a faint aura of pressure and awe.
Everyone focused their gaze. The skeletal form was undeniably that of a soul beast—though its life essence had nearly vanished, a lingering majesty of unimaginable strength still pulsed within.
"That's… the corpse of a sea soul beast?"
A knowledgeable expert gasped in disbelief. The unmistakable aura of the ocean radiated from the bones.
The human soul masters' hearts sank further. So their suspicions were correct—this cloaked woman truly belonged to the soul beast race.
With the rise of more and more powerful beasts, humanity's future looked increasingly grim.
Linyun ignored the whispers around her, channeling boundless life force into the colossal skeleton.
A vivid emerald energy soon coated the bones, releasing such immense vitality that the entire hall trembled.
Even Bi Ji—whose essence had already evolved into the extreme of Ultimate Life—felt her own power pale in comparison.
"Her life energy… it's evolved again—surpassing even the limit of Ultimate Life."
Bi Ji murmured in disbelief.
All the soul beasts nearby went still at her words, exchanging uneasy glances.
Only the Star Auction Pavilion could command such incomprehensible miracles.
Inwardly, Linyun marveled as well. Had the Pavilion Master not warned her beforehand, she could not have imagined such divine power could truly reverse death itself.
For beings who had only recently died, she herself could easily restore life.
But this corpse's owner had been dead for tens of thousands of years—its soul origin completely dissipated.
Even at her newly ascended divine level, Linyun knew reviving such remains lay far beyond her capacity.
What she was attempting was no longer resurrection—it was re‑creation.
Only the Pavilion Master could achieve such a feat.
"Honored Master…"
Lowering her head, Linyun withdrew her martial soul and bowed respectfully toward the Pavilion's uppermost chamber.
There, Jiang Li watched from above, his expression composed.
Reviving the Deep Sea Demon Whale King? He had already foreseen this outcome.
Whether ten thousand or a hundred thousand years had passed—it mattered not. If even the faintest trace of essence and remains persisted, his power could restore life.
A deep humming filled the air.
From the top floor, Jiang Li released his martial soul—the Nine‑Colored Divine Lotus.
Across the hall, radiant ten‑hued light blossomed as the tenth color ring erupted into brilliance.
A supreme pressure swept through the auction house, leaving all present breathless.
"That… that's divine power?"
Gu Yuena's expression tightened.
This aura—pure, all‑encompassing, containing ten distinct forces in perfect harmony—was something even she could not reproduce.
Her certainty solidified: the person acting was indeed the Star Auction Pavilion's godlike master.
"Divine Skill—Power of Creation!"
Jiang Li's voice was calm as he activated his tenth ability.
A lotus of ten radiant colors bloomed in his palm, descending slowly onto the immense skeleton below.
Instantly, an overwhelming wave of creative energy enveloped the remains, knitting tissue and bone together at impossible speed.
Before the crowd's awestruck eyes, the once‑dry bones thickened with new flesh, glowing veins, and pulsing energy.
A vast presence stirred within—the echo of something ancient awakening from endless sleep.
Jiang Li quietly observed the transformation. It was the first time he had unleashed the Power of Creation from his tenth ring—an ability embodying the primal truth of genesis itself.
If his strength one day grew further, he could create not only life, but entire worlds.
As moments passed, the withered skeleton blossomed anew. The scent of the ocean flooded the room, as if summoned from the depths of eternity.
The shape of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King slowly emerged—its immense outline forming beneath a haze of glowing azure mist.
Though still incomplete, the soul beast's aura—ancient, royal, suffocating—pressed down upon all living beings present.
"Impossible…"
Mu En of Shrek stared in shock, a memory stirring within him. He recognized that form, that monumental aura.
"Could it be… the Deep Sea Demon Whale King?"
His words caused a ripple of shock through the others. Elder Xuan, Yan Shaozhe, and all nearby turned pale.
"Yes," Mu En whispered, voice trembling. "The Deep Sea Demon Whale King—slain ten thousand years ago by Tang San himself!"
Everyone recalled the old Sea God's records—Tang San's meticulous sketch of the creature that had once ruled the oceans.
And the form now taking shape before their eyes was utterly identical.
The divine energy emanating from it confirmed what they already feared: this was indeed a million‑year soul beast of the past—the sovereign of the seas reborn.
"But how?" Yan Shaozhe stammered. "It's impossible! The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's ring and bones were absorbed by Tang San long ago. How can it return after ten thousand years?"
Mu En shook his head slowly, unable to explain. "The Pavilion's power must transcend reason itself."
Across the hall, the soul beasts murmured with disbelief.
"Deep Sea Demon Whale King? Wasn't it slain by Tang San?" Di Tian muttered, eyes narrowing. "Can something dead for ten thousand years truly return?"
He recalled the ancient beast well—it had come within a step of godhood before its demise. He had felt pity when it fell.
Now, watching its colossal body reform before his eyes, even he could not hide his shock.
A flicker of wariness crossed his gaze. He knew the whale's ferocity—if reborn with its old disposition intact, its temperament could be disastrous for their kind's delicate plans.
Gu Yuena, too, was shaken.
"The Pavilion truly is beyond comprehension," she whispered.
To revive a creature whose body, ring, and spirit had been wholly consumed defied every law of heaven.
She wondered what kind of strength this reborn whale would possess.
Would its power return in full—or would it awaken as something lesser? If it regained its past might, the balance of the world could shift in an instant.
At the heart of the hall, the Demon Empress stood trembling, hands clenched tight, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Her husband's silhouette—forgotten by time yet carved into her soul—was returning before her.
After ten thousand years of longing, the wish that consumed her every breath was about to come true.
She cared nothing for strength, for level, for divine aura.
She only wanted him alive again.
And when he did awaken—no matter his condition—she would restore him herself, lending him her divine power until he once again stood tall as the ruler of the seas.
(END CHAPTER)
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