Impossible.
Dragon God shook his head, feeling he was overthinking. How could such a thing be possible? Resurrecting someone who had died was feasible, though it would come at a great cost.
But resurrecting a corpse that had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years?
Honestly.
It was pure fantasy.
"Revive!"
Lin Fan softly uttered the two words, yet they carried a weight that felt unbearable.
Space fluctuated.
A passage ripped open.
The aura of death permeated the air, making everyone tremble with fear. It was as if hell itself had emerged, truly terrifying.
"Who dares desecrate death..."
The same voice, the same aura, the same figure.
The Grim Reaper appeared once more, scythe in hand, his tattered black robe swaying without a breeze. Anyone witnessing this scene would be scared out of their wits.
"It's me." Lin Fan turned around, smiling. "Long time no see. You haven't changed a bit."
Perhaps Lin Fan was the only one in the world who could communicate with the Grim Reaper so calmly.
The Grim Reaper was bewildered by Lin Fan's words, his mind in a whirl.
It felt as if they were well acquainted.
Desecrating the dead was unforgivable and must be dealt with severely.
The Grim Reaper raised his scythe high, preparing to harvest Lin Fan's soul. Yet, for some unknown reason, a sense of unease washed over him. It was a strange feeling, one he hadn't experienced in a very, very long time.
Thinking back…
He had only felt this way hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Then,
The Grim Reaper slowed his movements.
His gaze fixed on Lin Fan, images flashing through his mind.
Such a familiar face.
Just as it was when he first saw it.
Like a bolt of lightning.
Finally, it clicked. He remembered. It was him, the being who had instilled fear in him. Not just him, but even the supreme being behind him, the embodiment of the will of the dead, had been terrified.
"It's you..." The Grim Reaper was silent for a moment, finally facing the truth.
He had no choice but to face it.
Lin Fan smiled. "It's me. I have nothing against you. You manage the dead, and that's right. But Polk is my good friend. He just wants to see me. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The Grim Reaper remained expressionless, as if to say… Even if it is a problem, can you stop me?
The Grim Reaper didn't say much.
He silently returned to the passage.
There was no need to think.
Just leave.
Further words were useless and might even put him in danger.
The Grim Reaper departed.
The oppressive atmosphere dissipated.
Inside the crystal coffin, Polk's complexion gradually returned to a healthy hue. Not long after, his eyelids fluttered, and his eyes suddenly opened…
"Who are you?" The current Pope appeared, his face changing drastically as he saw Lin Fan opening the crystal coffin. He shouted angrily, ready to attack.
Pope XIII was the most prestigious and influential Pope in history.
It could even be said that the current status of the Temple of Light was all thanks to Pope XIII.
But at this moment,
The current Pope was stunned.
He saw Pope XIII actually sit up from the crystal coffin.
Polk's expression was somewhat dazed.
Hundreds of thousands of years was a long time.
Even after being resurrected, his consciousness was still in a chaotic state.
He was very confused.
"How is this possible..." The current Pope was utterly shocked, as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn't believe his eyes. Pope XIII was actually alive.
Impossible.
How was this achieved?
Not only was the current Pope shocked, but even the Dragon God was dumbfounded by the scene before him. He felt that he had underestimated Lin Fan after all. He had actually resurrected someone who had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years?
"Polk, hello," Lin Fan greeted with a smile.
Hearing Lin Fan's voice, Polk's muddled mind gradually cleared, his eyes regaining their light. Slowly, he raised his head and looked at Lin Fan.
There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a growing moisture. Tears slowly streamed down his face.
"You..." Polk's voice was hoarse, as if he had forgotten how to speak. After several attempts, he gradually regained his voice. "You're back..."
"Yes, I'm back," Lin Fan replied.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No, this isn't a dream. It's reality. I brought you back. Didn't you say you wanted to see me? Now you can see me." Seeing Polk, Lin Fan recalled many things. Polk had helped him a great deal.
Polk's body trembled.
He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"I, Polk, am truly alive, and I really see you." Polk muttered to himself. He had been dead for so long that his consciousness hadn't fully recovered.
He had lived for several thousand years after Lin Fan's departure before reaching the end of his lifespan. Although Corlan had tried to prolong his life, as a human, he didn't have the same opportunities as her and eventually died.
Having signed a contract with the Abyssal Lord Archimonde, he wasn't immortal, just able to live much longer.
Whoosh!
The surrounding commoners knelt on the ground, worshipping the miracle they had witnessed.
The current Pope's eyes widened.
Slowly, he approached the crystal coffin.
"The current Pope pays respects to Pope XIII." The current Pope knelt respectfully, his heart pounding with excitement. Pope XIII was truly alive, and he had heard...
The person who resurrected Pope XIII was the friend the Pope had spoken of.
So, wasn't he the Father God of the God of Light?
"Lin Fan, my friend, how long have I been dead?" Polk inquired. He didn't know how long he had been dead. When he was dying, he knew that Lin Fan would definitely return, but he just didn't know when.
He had competed with Archimonde for a long time, vying for the title of Lin Fan's best friend.
He had written many things on the stone tablet.
Some were quite sentimental.
But he didn't care.
If Lin Fan returned and couldn't revive him, at least those words would leave a deep impression on Lin Fan. He didn't dare to ask for much, just shedding two tears for him shouldn't be too much, right?
Lin Fan replied, "I've been gone for 160,000 years."
"Ah..." Polk's mouth gaped open in shock. He truly hadn't expected to have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years. Then, he looked at Lin Fan and asked, "Have you seen Corlan?"
Only Archimonde and Polk could call her by the name Corlan in this world.
Others referred to her as the God of Light.
She was a deity.
How could they address her by her name directly?
Lin Fan shook his head. "No, I haven't found her."
Polk sighed. "Ah, you should find her. After you left, that child was so pitiful. She waited for you for a long time, so long that we all thought you wouldn't come back."
The current Pope, still kneeling, felt a little anxious.
Pope XIII, I'm still kneeling here paying my respects to you. No matter what, you should say a few words to me. Don't leave me hanging here.
It's so awkward.
The ground is a bit cold.
My knees are freezing.