Chapter 180: Resurrection
The divine phoenix behind the Priestess suddenly released a terrified cry that echoed throughout the sacred hall. Its enormous flaming body trembled violently in the air as though it had encountered a natural enemy far beyond its understanding. The brilliant divine flames surrounding the phoenix flickered chaotically, losing the arrogant majesty they possessed only moments earlier.
At the same time, the Priestess felt a wave of cold fear explode through her heart. Her breathing became unstable, and even her soul felt as if it were sinking into an endless abyss. The reason for that fear was painfully clear to her.
Her phoenix martial spirit was afraid.
A primal terror had seized the divine creature itself.
Alex slowly lifted his golden eyes toward her afterward. The instant his gaze landed upon the Priestess, an immeasurable holy pressure spread silently across the hall. It descended without warning, yet it carried an authority so overwhelming that nobody present could resist it even slightly.
Boom.
Every titled Douluo in the hall collapsed onto the ground instantly. The marble floor cracked beneath their knees and hands as invisible pressure crushed down upon them from every direction. Several elders coughed blood immediately while others stared ahead with pale expressions filled with disbelief.
Their souls trembled uncontrollably beneath that pressure. Their bodies refused to obey them properly, as though every instinct within them demanded submission. Even their martial spirits shook violently in fear before a higher life form that surpassed their comprehension entirely.
The entire divine hall became silent.
Nobody dared to speak.
Nobody even dared to breathe loudly.
Meanwhile, Alex remained standing calmly at the center of the hall. His sixteen radiant wings spread silently behind him while endless divine light illuminated the surroundings like a heavenly sun descending upon the mortal world itself.
Then he finally spoke.
"Before we continue this conversation..."
His voice was calm and gentle, yet every word carried unquestionable authority. After speaking, he slowly turned his gaze toward the bloodstains scattered across the divine floor nearby. Those remains belonged to the titled Douluo whom the Priestess had obliterated earlier in anger.
The surrounding elders became confused briefly after noticing his actions. Several of them exchanged uncertain glances while struggling to understand what he intended to do. Even the Priestess herself could not comprehend why he was looking at a corpse that no longer existed properly.
Then Alex slowly raised one hand.
Soft silver light gathered above his palm almost immediately. The moment that light appeared, the Priestess suddenly felt something impossible flowing through the hall. Her eyes widened slightly as her entire body froze.
Life.
Pure life itself.
An overwhelming vitality erupted throughout the divine hall instantly. It surpassed every healing soul skill recorded throughout history by such an absurd degree that comparison itself felt meaningless. The mere presence of that silver light caused damaged pillars to repair themselves slowly while flowers decorating the sacred hall bloomed beautifully.
Even the surrounding air became filled with warmth and vitality.
Then the bloodstains scattered across the floor began glowing brightly.
The next moment, the scattered blood slowly floated upward into the air. The surrounding titled Douluos widened their eyes in absolute disbelief as they watched the impossible scene unfold directly before them.
Bones rapidly formed from the floating blood.
Within seconds, a complete skeleton reconstructed itself perfectly in midair. Afterward, flesh began regenerating visibly around the bones beneath the endless silver light pouring from Alex’s hand.
Meridians formed rapidly throughout the body.
Organs reconstructed themselves flawlessly.
Veins spread beneath newly regenerated skin.
Muscles connected perfectly around the skeleton.
Every part of the body rebuilt itself completely beneath that endless holy radiance.
The divine hall became deathly silent.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Several elders even forgot to breathe as they stared blankly at the scene before them.
Finally, skin covered the regenerated body entirely. A few moments later, the previously dead titled Douluo suddenly opened his eyes violently before collapsing onto the floor while gasping desperately for air.
Alive.
He was alive once again.
A person who had already been reduced to minced flesh had been completely restored before everyone’s eyes.
The Priestess stared blankly at the scene with an expression filled with horror and disbelief. Her thoughts nearly stopped functioning entirely because what she had just witnessed surpassed every known law of healing.
This was not healing.
Healing repaired injuries.
Healing restored damaged life.
But this...
This was resurrection.
Actual resurrection.
The revived titled Douluo looked around with trembling eyes while struggling to process what had happened. However, the moment his gaze landed upon Alex standing nearby in his angelic form, his entire body began shaking violently from instinctive fear.
It was the fear of a lower existence standing before something infinitely greater than itself.
Meanwhile, Alex calmly lowered his hand. The holy silver light throughout the hall gradually softened afterward, though the terrifying pressure filling the surroundings still remained. Then he slowly looked back toward the Priestess.
The majestic phoenix that once carried supreme pride now resembled a frightened bird trembling before a supreme ruler.
Alex smiled faintly afterward.
"Yes," he said calmly.
"What were you saying earlier?"
This time, however, the Priestess did not even look toward him. She could not force herself to meet those golden eyes again because fear had already rooted itself deeply inside her soul.
It was primal fear.
An instinctive terror that wrapped around her heart like invisible chains.
The entity standing before her had already surpassed the God Realm completely.
She had once seen the ancestor of their temple before. That ancestor had been a genuine God Realm expert whose existence stood above the entire continent. Yet compared to Alex, that same ancestor now felt insignificant.
Like an ant standing before the endless heavens.
There was simply no comparison between them.
Alex slowly shifted his gaze toward the divine phoenix spirit still trembling behind the Priestess. The creature that once radiated endless arrogance now looked pitiful and frightened.
"You should return to her body," Alex said softly.
The moment those words fell, the phoenix spirit disappeared instantly without waiting for the Priestess’s permission. The Priestess herself suddenly coughed out blood while stumbling backward several steps from the backlash.
Her martial spirit had been forcibly suppressed and dismissed.
Such a thing should have been impossible.
Yet Alex had accomplished it effortlessly.
"Ah, I apologize," Alex said calmly afterward.
Warm light flowed gently from his fingertips before entering the Priestess’s body. Her internal injuries healed almost instantly beneath that holy energy, allowing her breathing to stabilize once more.
Then Alex looked at her quietly.
"Listen carefully," he said calmly. "It is not that I cannot erase your existence. It is simply that I do not wish to do so."
His voice remained calm throughout the entire sentence. However, that calmness only made the meaning behind his words even more terrifying.
"Please stay away from me and my students."
Nobody present doubted him anymore.
Not after witnessing resurrection.
Not after witnessing the suppression of divine martial spirits.
Not after feeling their very souls submit instinctively before him.
Then suddenly, Alex turned his gaze toward a distant corner of the hall.
"Aren’t you going to show yourself?" he asked calmly. "Do you not think hiding like this is somewhat disrespectful?"
The moment his words fell, space distorted silently nearby.
An old man appeared within the divine hall instantly.
The surrounding elders widened their eyes in shock because none of them had sensed his presence earlier. Even the Priestess looked stunned after seeing him appear.
The old man immediately bowed deeply.
"I am sorry, my lord," he said respectfully. "I was merely afraid."
Alex observed him quietly afterward. He could sense that the old man’s aura was vastly stronger than the Priestess. In fact, his presence surpassed every titled Douluo inside the hall entirely.
This was not an ordinary expert.
This was a true Black Hole Realm existence.
A genuine level one hundred being.
Alex tilted his head slightly.
"Are you the Light God?" he asked curiously.
The old man immediately shook his head respectfully.
"I am merely a level one hundred being who cannot ascend to the higher realm because the path of ascension has vanished," he replied humbly. "Please do not call me a god, my lord."
Alex narrowed his eyes slightly afterward as realization appeared within them.
So that was the truth.
The experts of this world were not failing to ascend because they lacked talent or unwilling to do so.
The path itself had disappeared.
"Oh?" Alex said softly afterward. "You have visited that mysterious island before, have you not?"
The old man’s expression changed slightly upon hearing those words.
"If you answer my questions properly," Alex continued calmly, "I can allow you to walk freely across this continent without using treasures or special realms to conceal yourself."
The old man’s eyes widened instantly.
Because he understood exactly what those words meant.
The laws of this world rejected level one hundred existences heavily. If he remained in the lower realm for too long, the world itself would eventually crush him completely.
Yet Alex spoke as though removing that restriction was something trivial.
"Really?" the old man asked immediately.
"Please ask me anything. I will answer as long as I know."
Then his appearance shifted gradually. The elderly figure transformed into a handsome middle aged man with golden hair and sharp eyes.
Level one hundred experts possessed lifespans exceeding millions of years. Aging held little meaning for beings at that level. Their appearances merely reflected personal preference.
Alex nodded calmly afterward before waving one hand gently.
Instantly, an invisible domain expanded around the man silently. The rejection from the world disappeared completely the moment the domain formed.
The terrifying suppression vanished.
The middle aged man’s body trembled slightly afterward because, for the first time in countless years, the world no longer rejected his existence.
He immediately bowed deeply once more.
"My lord," he said respectfully, "please call me Kremlin."
"And from this moment onward, I shall remain at your command."
