Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 661: Reforging A Divine Body—Difficult, Yet Not Without Hope

For the first time, the Kunlun Divine Palace revealed itself fully to the world.

The moment it appeared, Lin Moyu felt a burden lift from his shoulders—the flight restriction had vanished.

He immediately rose into the air, flying straight toward the palace.

He alone could fly; all the other class users were still unable to do so.

They attempted to rush forward, only to slam into an invisible barrier.

A vast pressure descended from the heavens, crushing down on the Kunlun Mountain peak.

Those caught off guard were driven hard into the earth, left sprawled and disheveled.

The pressure was several times stronger than before, completely beyond their ability to resist.

Though the Kunlun Divine Palace was clearly visible, it felt as unreachable as the horizon—close enough to see, yet impossibly distant.

No matter how many times they tried, the outcome was the same.

Gradually, they understood: the God of the Kunlun Divine Palace did not welcome them.

Or rather, they were unqualified.

Speculation spread quickly. Who, then, was worthy of entering the palace? What was their identity?

From such a distance, they could not see Lin Moyu’s face, only the silhouette of a human figure soaring alone through the sky.

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Lin Moyu entered the Kunlun Divine Palace and arrived in the pristine, immaculate garden.

Before stepping inside, he deliberately wiped the soles of his shoes clean with his own power, a quiet gesture of respect.

The Kunlun Great God was already waiting, his face lit with unconcealed joy. Excitement gleamed in his eyes.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Lin Moyu handed over the godhead of the God of Holy Melody, along with the Holy Melody Wind Chime.

The Kunlun Great God accepted them with extreme care.

He cradled the godhead as though it were the most precious treasure in existence, his gaze filled with profound tenderness.

In his eyes, it was not merely a godhead. It was his most beloved person.

Suddenly, an overwhelming divine force erupted from the Kunlun Great God. A pillar of seven-colored light shot skyward.

Waves of divine force spread outward from the Kunlun Divine Palace, swiftly enveloping the entire Kunlun Mountain.

A thunderous roar followed.

The Kunlun Mountain peak shook violently, then the tremors rippled across the entire Kunlun Mountain.

The upheaval spanned thousands of kilometers—unprecedented in human history.

Layer upon layer of snow was thrown into the air, forming a dense white mist.

On the Kunlun Mountain, countless monsters and living creatures raised their heads and roared toward the sky, offering their immense life force.

Every plant across the mountain responded in kind, offering up its life force.

The Kunlun Mountain itself seemed to awaken.

Lin Moyu was stunned by the sheer scale of the life force involved. The amount was unimaginable.

He began to grasp what the Kunlun Great God intended to do, and the realization left him shaken.

It was something bordering on the impossible.

That vast life force converged in midair, condensing into a beam of radiant light that poured into the godhead of the God of Holy Melody.

Instantly, the godhead erupted in blinding brilliance.

The life force was so immense that it underwent a qualitative transformation, shifting from formless energy into tangible substance.

Before Lin Moyu’s eyes, a body began to take shape.

The sight left him utterly shaken. This was the transformation of the ordinary into the miraculous, a complete overturning of everything he thought he understood. It was nothing short of creation itself.

This was not mere life force. It was infused with the power of the God of Holy Melody.

The godhead activated fully, blooming with radiant law.

Countless law threads, like strands of fine silk, wove together, binding the life force into form.

The newly formed divine body was draped in multicolored radiance, exquisitely beautiful.

Lin Moyu recalled the statue of the God of Holy Melody in the Water God’s Palace, where she stood beside the Kunlun Great God.

Now, her true form appeared before him, far more vivid and real than the statue could ever be.

In less than a minute, the reforging of the divine body was complete.

The Kunlun Great God gently pressed the godhead against her forehead.

It sank into her body and vanished.

A surge of divine force followed. Clear, melodious chimes rang out as the Holy Melody Wind Chime hummed and flew of its own accord into her hand.

“Is the God of Holy Melody being resurrected…?” Lin Moyu suppressed the shock in his heart.

The Kunlun Great God was terrifyingly powerful, so powerful that Lin Moyu could not even begin to gauge his limits.

In his understanding, a Great God, a half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse, should not possess such overwhelming power.

Yet everything he was witnessing shattered that belief.

The God of Holy Melody radiated beauty, divine force surging through her body, law force enveloping her completely.

Just as she seemed on the verge of awakening, the Kunlun Great God gently covered her eyes and whispered, “Sleep for now. Don’t wake up yet. Be good.”

At once, God of Holy Melody’s turbulent aura calmed.

Like a parent soothing a child, he murmured softly, “Sleep well. I’ll wake you later. Don’t worry, I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

Her presence settled completely as she fell into deep slumber.

With a wave of his hand, her body floated upward, carried by an unseen force toward the rear of the palace.

Gradually, the Kunlun Mountain returned to calm. Snow fell back to the ground as though nothing had happened.

Yet subtle changes soon became apparent.

Vegetation across the mountain had withered severely—not dead, but barely alive.

The snow was only half as deep as before, and the countless creatures of the mountain had vanished, likely hiding away to recover.

A deathly stillness blanketed the entire Kunlun Mountain.

The Kunlun Divine Palace faded once more and disappeared from the world’s sight.

Apart from Lin Moyu, no one knew what had truly occurred.

In just a few short minutes, the Kunlun Mountain had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

Lin Moyu had personally witnessed what could be called a miracle, what could be called the restoration of life from death.

The Kunlun Great God let out a long, weary sigh. Lin Moyu could clearly see his exhaustion.

His aura was unsteady; what he had just done had drained him enormously.

The Kunlun Great God bowed deeply to Lin Moyu, “Thank you.”

Lin Moyu accepted the gesture without reservation, “Can you tell me what happened just now?”

The Kunlun Great God spoke softly, “Do you think I used some method to truly bring my wife back from the dead?”

Lin Moyu nodded. That was exactly what he believed.

If the Kunlun Great God truly possessed the ability to resurrect a God using only a godhead, then the Water God could be saved, and perhaps even the God of Life.

The Kunlun Great God shook his head, “I’m afraid I must disappoint you. I do not yet possess the power to resurrect the dead.”

“In truth, my wife did not completely perish. A fragment of her soul hid itself within her godhead. By drawing upon its power, she managed to endure.”

“I merely used the life force accumulated by the Kunlun Mountain over millennia to reforge a divine body for her, giving her godhead a vessel to inhabit.”

“We Gods are different from you humans. Our bodies can be remade. Humans may regrow a severed limb, but if nothing remains, rebirth is impossible.”

Lin Moyu understood. In essence, the God of Holy Melody was like someone grievously wounded and fallen into a deep slumber.

In such a state, a God’s life could be sustained for countless years, perhaps even with hope of recovery in the future.

Yet thousands of years had already passed. Was there truly still hope?

Doubt gnawed at him as Lin Moyu asked, “But is there really still hope? The Water God said it would be extremely difficult.”

The Kunlun Great God looked surprised, “You met the Water God? She’s awake?”

Lin Moyu replied, “By chance, I managed to awaken her. She told me everything that happened back then. She has since returned to her slumber.”

The Kunlun Great God let out a soft sigh, “I didn’t expect her to be willing to share those events with you. It seems she holds you in high regard.”

Lin Moyu felt a trace of confusion, unsure why the Kunlun Great God would say such a thing. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The Kunlun Great God continued, “The Water God possesses remarkable discernment. She said it would be difficult, but not impossible. That alone means there is hope.”

“Even after she was struck down from her pedestal, she was the one commanding the entire war from behind the scenes.”

“I trust her judgment.”

Indeed, the Water God had never said it was impossible.

A faint glimmer of hope remained.

Lin Moyu said, “I have another question.”

The Kunlun Great God replied without hesitation, “Ask. I will tell you everything I know.”

Though their exchange was technically transactional, he felt profound gratitude toward Lin Moyu.

Reuniting with his wife was a debt that could never truly be repaid.

Lin Moyu asked, “I want to know about the late stage Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon. The equipment inside… something feels off.”

The Kunlun Great God burst out laughing, “You mean there’s too much of it?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Far too much.”

The Kunlun Great God spread his hands, “I don’t know either.”

“Huh?” Lin Moyu was stunned.

The Kunlun Great God explained, “I told you before, my wife and I are different from the other Gods. We were not born as Gods. We were once human.”

“During the great war, the previous Kunlun Great God and God of Holy Melody—husband and wife—both perished.”

“My wife and I were chosen to inherit their godheads… and thus became Gods.”