When the ancestor in the crystal coffin slowly opened his eyes, I could feel Sandora's body trembling beside me. Then, an unusual emotion filled the lab. The emotion was initially confined to the lab, but I soon felt more and more intense emotions. The emotions came from all directions, from every world, from the spiritual network, from the entire Empire, from all the Shiring Apostles online. It was then that I realized that countless Apostles were paying attention to the situation in the lab. The moment the ancestor opened his eyes again, the news swept through the millions of universes under the Empire's rule like a storm. Something was brewing in the spiritual network, and even rational thought could not suppress the surging emotions. The Shiring Apostles welcomed the most thrilling moment since their birth.
The ancestor had returned.
"His vital signs are stable. His mental state is normal. His body is in good condition. It is confirmed that the ancestor has regained her vitality." Even the assistant mainframe of the laboratory seemed to be excited. Of course, this was probably just my imagination. I could hear the mainframe reporting one piece of good news after another. Every piece of good news made Tarver and Shadora's eyes brighter. "Beginning soul scan … It is confirmed that the ancestor's soul is in good condition.
The crystal coffin let out a soft hiss. Its internal environment was balancing with the lab's environment in preparation for opening the coffin. The body that had opened his eyes was still in a daze. His dark brown eyes slowly moved from the far left to the far right, and then back again. The Schilling did not seem to have pupils, so I could not tell if he was uncomfortable with the lights on top of the lab, but Tawil still immediately ordered for the overall lighting to be reduced. Finally, the ancestor blinked his eyes violently, as if he had just woken up from a long dream. His chest suddenly rose up high, and then he slowly relaxed with a heavy breath. Then, he raised his hands stiffly, as if he was trying to support his body.
"Bang!" He crashed into the sturdy cover of the crystal coffin. The Seely man who had been in a deep slumber for a long time was stunned. He began to pound on the crystal shell around him. I guessed that he might have thought that he had been caught — a normal reaction.
"Prepare to open the coffin." Sandora immediately said. Tawil quickly checked the balance of the environment inside and outside the coffin because she had to ensure that the ancestor's body could adapt to the outside environment. It took a dozen seconds, and the ancestor tried to break the surrounding crystal shell at first. But he soon realized that the strangers around him had no ill intentions, and so he looked at us curiously.
* Hiss … * There was a sound of pressure being released from the sealed coffin, and then the lid of the crystal coffin slid to the side smoothly. The middle-aged man who was lying inside the coffin sat up abruptly when the lid was fully opened. His body was agile as if he had never experienced the long process of death. Tawil had completely repaired this body, and he was now in the best physical condition. As long as his mind was fine, the newly resurrected ancestor was the healthiest, and he would not have any symptoms of hibernation.
The experiment platform slowly lowered to the ground, and the newly resurrected ancestor walked out of the crystal coffin with a stiff expression. He stood on the spot, as if he did not know what to do next. He blinked and looked at everything in front of him in confusion: the huge laboratory, the unknown mysterious equipment, the dazzling light beams and crystals, the busy researchers in white, and more than half of them were women who looked exactly the same. To a person who had just woken up from a dream, this scene could easily cause him to fall into a state of confusion. I think his memory should still be stuck at the moment when the spaceship was destroyed and the scene in front of him was so different that he couldn't come back to his senses at all. You can imagine going to bed in a familiar bedroom, and before you close your eyes, you still see the ceiling of your own home, but when you open your eyes, the ceiling has turned into a starry sky, surrounded by a large group of alien children with big heads, and hanging on your chest is a sign that reads: Earthling specimen, XXXX to XXXX, extinct. This metaphor isn't very appropriate, but just make do with it, I'm also a little confused.
"How are you feeling?" As the person in charge of the project, Tarver finally remembered that she should be the first to speak. She cautiously took a step forward. This action caused the Ancestor to be instantly on guard, but the latter quickly relaxed. He was just a little nervous because he had suddenly come out of hibernation into an unfamiliar environment. He could still tell if the people around him were hostile. "I remember the alarm of the ship going out of control … Where am I? Are you a fleet from another universe that passed by? You saved me? "
"Please relax, there is a lot to explain." Sandora tried to regain her composure, and she let Tawil retract some of her mass projection. After all, it looked a little scary, and then her eyes fell on the ancestor. "Your spaceship has crashed for a long time … so long that you might not believe it, so what I have to say may be beyond your expectations. First, your crew …"
"Where is my crew?" The ancestor immediately asked. His mind was gradually becoming active, and the situation before the spaceship crashed was the first thing he remembered. "Where is my spaceship?"
"Your spaceship is in the garage not far from here, but we only found half of its wreckage," Sandora said carefully. "As for the crew on the spaceship … they have not been resurrected, to put it in a way that you can easily understand, they are still 'dead' for the time being."
The ancestor was stunned by this statement. In his era, he definitely could not be like the Shiring Apostles, who always talked about resurrection. "Resurrection? 'Dead'? What does that mean? Does it mean that my crew has all died, and I am the only survivor, or do you call the process of 'deep sleep and thawing' resurrection? "
I noticed that Shadora had to choose her words carefully when she was talking to the ancestor. So, I stepped forward and waved my hand casually. "Literally. Resurrection from the dead. In fact, you have been dead for a long time, how should I put it … even longer than the longest period of time recorded in the universe, but we have the technology to resurrect living beings, so you have resurrected. You are the first to be resurrected, and it seems that you are the highest commander of the spaceship … Let's not talk about this. As for our identity … "
I was a little stuck at this point, thinking about how to explain to the ancestor about the changes in the world. In the end, I realized that it would take at least a few days to explain everything clearly. I had to start from the establishment of the Old Empire, so I summarized everything into one sentence. "Back then, you created a life form called the Shiring Apostles, right? Now, trillions of years have passed - perhaps even more time has passed. The ones before you are the Xi Ling apostles who have gone through a long period of evolution. You may not recognize them anymore, but what I said is absolutely true. "
The ancestor who had been resurrected after trillions of years looked like he was petrified, quietly standing on the spot. Sandora, Tawil, and a few senior assistant technicians who had just come over looked at the ancestor with anticipation and anxiety, hoping that he would at least say something. But after a full minute, the ancestor only muttered one sentence. "You are not joking, right?"
"Do I look like I am joking?" I knew that it was hard to believe, so I was not in a hurry. I just adjusted my expression and tried to make myself look more reliable. "No one would joke about their entire race. By the way, by the way, my situation is a little special. I am not the Shiring Apostles, but I am currently the person in charge of this place."
"You said that trillions of years have passed?" The ancestor did not seem to pay attention to what I said. He was still digesting the shocking news that he had just received. "And then you woke me up from a state of death?"
"Trillions of years is just a general statement. In fact, we are completely unable to determine the time when your spaceship crashed," Tawil explained patiently. "Some unknown power has erased the time records in the physical body, and our civilization has encountered many setbacks in the process of development. Some of the historical records are not very accurate, but what we can be sure of is that it has been a terrifyingly long time since you left your home world. It has definitely exceeded the total lifespan of any normal universe."
The ancestor's facial muscles twitched. I could not tell if he wanted to laugh or cry, but his tone seemed to be gratified. "So, you really survived, evolved, became stronger, reproduced to this day, and finally have a stable home … Of course, the premise is that what you said is true. According to what you said, I have been asleep … dead for trillions of years? Then, it is not as simple as the loss of generations between us. I am afraid that the mark that we left on the first-generation original body has completely disappeared in your generation … "
The knowledge of the ancestor might not be comparable to that of the Shiring Apostles today, but their foresight was obvious. In just an instant, the ancestor had thought of the impact of such a long time. His guess was exactly the same as the truth.
Sandora nodded regretfully. "As you said, other than our own core memories, there is no direct evidence to prove that we are the life that evolved from the original body that you created. Or rather, we have evidence, but … forgive me for being blunt, but you will not understand. After a long period of evolution, the Shiring Apostles have become a life form that is incomprehensible to ordinary races. The characteristics that the original body once had have disappeared in our generation of Shiring Apostles."
I looked at the ancestor and then at Sandora. Suddenly, I interrupted, "Actually, you don't have to doubt it at all. Who would be so bored as to find someone to recognize as their ancestor? This is a very serious matter, okay! "
Sandora glanced at me silently. What she meant was: With you around, is there anything serious?
So, I didn't say anything.
"I …" The ancestor struggled to think. There were too many things that he needed to think about, and it was obvious that he couldn't think of all of them. I could understand. When he woke up, the outside world had changed too much. It was far more than when you woke up to find that the human race had gone extinct, and that the people who ruled the earth were a bunch of cats. When he woke up, even the world was gone. "I need to think about it slowly … But no matter what, seeing that you have developed to this day, knowing that the seed of civilization has been preserved, is a good thing. It is a good thing …"
Sandora and I looked at each other. We both had a headache. Should we tell the ancestor that the Shiring Apostles had actually almost gone extinct not long ago, and that the two groups of people were still fighting each other? I don't think this news would be good for the old man's body …
"Ahem." Sandora coughed twice and gave me a look that hinted for me to think about it. Then, she carefully said to the middle-aged man who still looked a little confused, "Ancestor, we will arrange a place for you to rest. The resurrection of the others will be completed in the next few days. We have a lot of questions, and we hope that the ancestors can answer them …"
"Ancestor?" The middle-aged man froze for a moment before realizing that it was a form of address for him. He smiled nonchalantly and waved his hand. "That's not really a name. It sounds more like the title of a dead man carved on a pillar. Call me Anthus. That's my name."
"Anthus …" Sandora repeated the name. She looked a little embarrassed. "But for us, the ancestor …"
"You shouldn't reminisce about the past. The Schilling Civilization survived by burning their boats. Those who look back are all dead." The ancestor who called himself Anthus waved his hand forcefully. "Actually, you should also forget about us. I'm already dead. Why would I come back to life?"
Sandora was speechless. I didn't expect the ancestor to be so carefree. If it was a normal person, they would be ecstatic to know that they had escaped death and come back to life. However, the middle-aged man in front of me didn't feel that he had experienced a 'good thing.' In fact, I felt that he was a little depressed. However, the fact that the ancestor had come back to life made Sandora too busy to care about anything else. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. She just arranged for the guards to lead the way and let the ancestor rest.
Oh, I shouldn't call him ancestor. He had a name — Anthus. It was an ordinary name. If one didn't know anything about it and just heard this name, no one would be able to associate this name with the creator of the Shiring Apostles. But then again, what kind of name would fit the identity of 'Ancestor Schilling' that people couldn't even look at directly?
This made me realize once again that, apart from the amazing feat of 'creating one of the three Void Gods,' the ancestor was just a mortal race …
"Ah Jun, what are you thinking about?"
Noticing that my expression kept changing, Sandora leaned over slightly. Through our telepathic connection, I could feel that the Queen beside me was still in a state of agitation. The usually calm Sandora could actually be agitated for so long. This was probably a historical event. I suddenly felt helpless. During the entire process of the ancestor's return, as a half-baked Emperor Schilling, a 'Void Creature' whose life form was difficult to define, I was actually a complete outsider. I could only feel Sandora's emotions, but I would probably never be able to experience the excitement of transcending time and space like the real Shiring Apostles.
"Nothing, it's just …" I hesitated, thinking about how to explain my feelings after meeting the ancestor. My personal feelings were definitely different from the Shiring Apostles', but considering the principle that bystanders could see more clearly, perhaps this feeling was more 'calm and objective'. "I suddenly spoke to the ancestor of the Shiring Apostles, and I felt that he wasn't as mysterious as I thought. What do you think? "
"As expected," Sandora smiled. It seemed that she didn't get carried away by the excitement. "In short, the situation was much smoother than I had expected. I have to thank Jingle, and you for your free time. Tawil, I will leave the resurrection to you. I believe that with this experience, this mission shouldn't be a problem for you. "
Tawil nodded confidently. He held the small box of Jingle's dregs (I suddenly felt that this name sounded really weird) and looked at me. "Your Majesty, I only have one request. I'm afraid that the amount of this dregs isn't enough. Can you ask Lord Jingle to work a little harder …"
I shook my head with a blank expression. "This isn't something that can be done with just hard work. The dregs that she dropped in a day aren't even enough for two scoops. Furthermore, it's difficult for you to collect all of them. I have been collecting this dregs for four to five months …"
Sandora gawked at me. After a long while, she bit her lower lip. "Ah Jun, although I have said it once … How free are you usually?!"
Although it was highly possible that the family already knew about the good news through the mental network, Sandora and I still solemnly announced the return of the ancestor when we returned home. It was a big deal. Even if more than half of the family were not very reliable, it was still a big deal that could cheer the whole family up. My sister decided to have a good dinner to celebrate. This was basically the view of the previous Queen of the 15th Heaven. Shallow Shallow felt that it was a pity that she wasn't present at the time. This girl probably hoped that she could master the Multiple Shadows technique like Tawil. That way, she could be present every time there was a commotion in the world.
Icetis was curious about what the ancestor said after his resurrection. In the end, Sandora and I could only tell her the truth. Other than the ancestor's name, we didn't get anything else. Anthus had just been resurrected. It was obvious that his mind wasn't up to speed. So, other than knowing that the ancestor was an amiable middle-aged man, I didn't feel like there was anything else I could say.
"Anyway, the resurrection of the other ancestors is already in progress." My tone was relaxed and happy. No matter what, this was one of the few good things that could be called a "national celebration" in the past two months. In theory, for the Shiring Apostles to achieve a "national celebration", other than the complete annihilation of the Chaos Faction, the only other things left were the ancestor's resurrection and his return to his homeland.
At this moment, Ding Dang fluttered over and sat on my head. The little guy was like an old general on the battlefield with great foresight. I remembered that this was a great hero, so I hurriedly took the little thing down and held it in my hands. I solemnly introduced it to everyone, "The first revival test went so smoothly, and it cannot be separated from Ding Dang's contributions …"
Everyone: "?"
I felt that it was time to introduce Jingle's divine medicine, which could clear away heat, reduce internal heat, and cure coughs …
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