Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1611 - 77: The Thorns’ Lament (Part 2)

"Let's go, we're heading back."

"Yes."

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Two years later, Central Star Region, Black Lion Star Domain.

"Yawn—" Jian Xin'er stretched lazily as she rose from her chair, then walked away from the screen.

This is an archaeological research institute in the Black Lion Star Domain, which can also be said to be an organization directly under her, dedicated to studying ancient artifacts, uncovering past history, and secret techniques.

In the grand hall not far in front of her, an orange lantern quietly sits within the glass-enclosed pedestal.

"What an incredible thing." Jian Xin'er murmured softly, gazing at the lantern used by Witch Selmes.

Over the past two years, she utilized various instruments and equipment to carefully restore and complete the lantern. Additionally, she learned quite a bit about the secret techniques of the Mercury Dynasty from the memories Witch Selmes left within the lantern.

"Such a mysterious and special era." Reflecting on those numerous secret techniques pertaining to souls and corpses, Jian Xin'er couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

It is said that her ancestors were somewhat related to the Mercury Dynasty, supposedly descendants of the Trey Family.

However, those details seem less important now. What matters is that she discovered a method of Netherworld Soul Chasing from the secret techniques she unearthed.

This involves using the invisible connections between Soul Shards to draw them together again, condensing into Wraiths.

This isn't a complete resurrection; it's akin to finding broken shards of porcelain and piecing them back together.

"According to our experimental data, this method can retrieve about 90% of the Soul Shards in optimal conditions, thereby summoning the deceased back to the world."

"The drawback of this secret technique is that it can only retrieve them without perfectly piecing them together as before, due to the complex nature of human soul composition, something even many Transcendents find difficult to accurately distinguish."

"The final formed soul retains most of the entity's memories and 3-5 parts of their past character," Jian Xin'er concluded.

"If this secret technique can be further developed, it might truly revive those who have just died," excitedly declared a member of the institute.

"If this technology is realized, could it mean opening the gates to human immortality?"

"If propagated, it could undoubtedly bring about significant transformation."

Filled with anticipation and excitement, a paper on this technology was published in an important technical journal within the Federation, and as expected, the emergence of this new technology sparked enormous attention and debate. Almost overnight, everyone was discussing the truth and future of this resurrection technology.

"If it spreads, might it become the third cornerstone of the Federation's advancement, alongside 'Radiant Stars' and 'Jade Dragon'?" Some began to imagine this.

The Songstress Jian Xin'er, who developed this technology, quickly became a prominent figure in the Federation, attracting curiosity and interest from countless people. 'Netherworld River Lantern Flower' Jian Xin'er, this is her current title, and the praises for her are spreading everywhere.

"If this technology is realized, could we resurrect former family members, as well as historical greats, this way…"

"Reviving historical heroes, wouldn't that be a wondrous thing."

Yet, not everyone favored this discovery.

"This is unquestionably wrong, destroying the boundary between life and death, obstructing the foundation of civilization!"

"If this resurrection process is repeated, not to mention whether the reawakened person is still considered the original, even if this technology is perfected, it wouldn't be a good thing."

"Life is precious because of death, deserving reverence. If the boundary between life and death blurs, all moral structures would collapse." Some raised their concerns, strongly calling for a seal on research into this technology.

Soon, this debate spread throughout the Federation, with both sides maintaining their stance, gradually dividing into two factions.

"What does Prin think about this revival technology?"

Inside the headquarters building of the Federation Central Government, someone cautiously inquired about the Songstress ruling over everything.

"I find this technology rather abhorrent." Prin stated bluntly.

"The sentiment of nostalgia is because those things are unattainable, hence a sense of longing and beauty." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"If we repeatedly pull all old things and people back, keeping them around us, it's akin to being seated in a cage from which there is no escape, what's the difference."

"Not everyone is pleasing, besides, if this technology becomes widespread among the high ranks, social stratification will undoubtedly solidify completely, at that point, it would not be beautiful at all." She shook her head.

"Death is inherently a necessary mechanism for the renewal of civilization, if people never die, they become loathsome cancer cells."

"Notify the Children of the Stars to block all information and data about this technology from appearing on any network platform in the future." Prin ordered.

"Yes!"

Several months later, various news emerged online, some said the technology actually possessed major flaws, others claimed it was just a gimmick to secure funding, with no real utility. The conditions for resurrection are exceedingly stringent, not to mention the inability to ensure the completeness of personality and memory, more likely resulting in the transformation into mindless spectral wraiths.

"The secret technique of the Necromancer Sequence has always been cruel and harsh, I advise you all to try less, for it is not the path to happiness." Someone cautioned.

Later on, various other news surfaced, gradually shifting public attention elsewhere, and discussions about this technology dwindled. Unnoticed, it seemed to disappear from the network, like a stone dropped into the sea, without a trace.