Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

Young Lin Chuan slashed at the empty nameplate with a single stroke.

The brand name is cracked.

After the knife fell, no name returned; only a third notch appeared.

White Force immediately interpreted the gap as material damage.

The young man raised his knife and slashed again.

"You want to restore your name?"

Lin Chi asked.

"No."

"Then what should we cut?"

"Let Him know that someone is making a move here."

"How could He know?"

"have no idea."

The cleaver fell for the third time.

The empty nameplate was cut into four pieces.

Each piece was no longer sufficient to bear a complete title, nor could it serve as a name index for the general archives. Young Lin Chuan kept one piece for himself, handed one to Lin Chi, and pushed one towards the first chapter, "The Old Me."

The last piece was thrown across the threshold into the outer realms.

"What are you doing?"

Chapter One: The Old Me Asks a Question

"There used to be only one piece, and whoever got it could claim to be the only one."

The young man grasped the shards.

"No one is complete now."

"The name will never be able to be spelled back."

"Then we'll talk about it later."

Chapter One: The Old Me Looks at the Piece in Front of Me.

He still doesn't know who he is.

But I remember I just chose not to grab the designer brands.

This selection occurs before deletion, and the result remains in the current state.

He reached out and pressed down on the fragments.

"I saw Him blocking the millstone."

"Will you help or not?"

Young Lin Chuan asked.

In the first chapter, I didn't mention the reason for our shared origin.

"help."

Why?

"If the millstone comes down, I will be destroyed too."

"Honest enough."

Two nameless young men simultaneously drew their knives.

Their powers differed greatly.

One person still has the flaws of an ordinary mortal.

One person possesses the original, sacred cube, yet is losing the essence of the old history.

Two chipped kitchen knives landed on the same piece of brand-name jewelry.

It's not a combined effort.

The knife marks intersect to form a current mark that does not belong to any known script.

The archives cannot read the mark as a name.

They saw the fire being made from a distance.

It did not recognize its owner.

All that was recognized was that it was a clear request: to allow the evil Buddha beneath the millstone to see a current action within the arena.

The transparent fire opened a tiny window.

As the nameless evil Buddha's fist bones shattered, two intersecting marks from kitchen knives suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He didn't know who did it.

The real anchor, however, jumped an extra time because of this.

It's not about gaining power.

It was simply to confirm that there were still some entities present, and at this moment, it was chosen to let Him see them.

The second punch was unleashed.

The name millstone paused again.

"I saw it too."

Chen Xingzhou hung the glass lamp next to the boxing path.

He did not know the name of the evil Buddha.

"You just blocked the Grey River."

"I will now guide you through the next step regarding this matter."

The glass boat did not recognize an owner.

They simply laid out a plank at the feet of the evil Buddha to provide leverage.

Bai Ling still pointed her weapon at Him.

Her vigilance hadn't disappeared.

"I'm not sure if you're the same person as before."

"I don't need it either."

An unnamed voice came.

Bai Ling couldn't hear any titles, only a harsh and annoying tone.

Strangely, this feeling of disgust felt very familiar.

She did not lay down her weapon because of this.

The blade turned only half an inch before slashing at the edge of the millstone.

"I'll hit this thing."

"I'm not helping you."

The blade flashed.

The black ash fire from the Nine Ashes then burned the same spot.

"I only burn millstones."

Sucha has opened a designated, anonymous guide route.

The questioner then directs the question to all the observation fields that are still open.

Would you be willing to direct your current action towards the entity that is blocking the millstone of names?

They were not asked to acknowledge that it was Lin Chuan.

There was no requirement to confirm that He was the same as before.

In the first batch of responses, the majority were rejections.

Some people fear that this is caused by unidentified pollution.

Some people have completely trusted the General Archives.

Some in the world say that they will not contact each other again unless the name is restored.

The questioner left the refusal as is.

The first to agree came from that colossal continent.

The bell-ringing boatman has been removed from the register.

The colossal beast carrying the continent still remembered the pen in the sky. It didn't recognize the black and red evil Buddha, and simply sent a low growl to the millstone.

He is shielding the pen from his view.

The second one comes from the door gods.

He allowed me to close the window.

The third is the old man from the prison.

He did not take away those who chose to stay.

One current pointer after another appears.

It has no name.

We have no shared history.

They only confirmed the existence of something standing under the millstone from the side they each saw.

The billions of points indicate that no single character has been synthesized.

But like countless ropes extending from different star shores, they keep the evil Buddha, which was about to be ground into "unclassified pollution," in reality.

Not all sources of agreement are reliable.

There is an observation field that worships the strong, and the evil Buddha's two punches were described as "He saved the Gray River alone".

Another world, out of fear, described Him as a calamity god more dangerous than the name millstone, merely a temporary contender for prey.

Fang Mo's loose-leaf margins retain both versions of the story.

When young Lin Chuan saw it, he did not ask it to be deleted.

"They did not write names."

Lin Chi said.

"But if we write too much, won't we be creating another identity for Him?"

"meeting."

"Then why are you still letting us write?"

"Let Him see for Himself when He comes back."

Young Lin Chuan held fragments of a designer brand.

How others call someone is what they see.

Whether He acknowledges it or not is a question for Him to answer.

Chapter One: My Old Self Looks Down at the Fragments in My Hands

"What if billions of people wrote the same name, and He didn't recognize them?"

That's not His name.

"If He acknowledges it, why shouldn't we?"

"That's what He calls Himself, not our pledge of allegiance."

The three people who possessed the fragments did not begin to piece them together.

They first wrote this boundary on the back of each piece to ensure that the name to be rebuilt could only be used to identify each other and could not be used to claim all the witnesses.

The complete old forest canopy watched this scene unfold.

The fifty-one chapters within His body are still vying for a common subject. According to the old ways, the most correct approach would be to devour the nameless branch, reclaim the complete divine body, and then shatter the millstone with the strongest power.

But the present moment, after the first sixty chapters, is showing Him another kind of power.

It is not a matter of all forces converging into one.

They are not of one mind, yet they can still act simultaneously on a specific matter.

"Nameless."

Lin Chuan shouted across the river.

"If you die, I will also be treated as a mistaken restoration."

"so?"

"I'm helping myself."

The six-sided Rubik's Cube was thrown towards the other side of the name millstone.

The nameless evil Buddha laughed loudly.

"I agree with this reason."

The two evil Buddhas stood side by side once again.

One that has all sixty chapters.

A gap that was created after sixty chapters were deleted, and the present.

They are not one.

The fist and the Rubik's Cube did not merge; they only attacked two different pivots on the millstone.

The tombstones bearing names exploded one by one.

With each explosion that broke open, a large number of individuals with the same name, forcibly and uniquely designated by the General Archives, were given a chance to breathe.

Mortals with the same name are no longer automatically grouped into the same index.

People who have changed their names are no longer forced to revert to their original identities by their old titles.

A crack appeared in the center of the millstone.

The person clearing the files looked at the white pen.

The General Archives commanded Him to repair it.

He did not reform.

It did not help Lin Chuan either.

This was the first time I placed the white pen at my feet.

The name millstone shattered with a deafening roar.

Amidst the rain of pebbles, the fragment of the nameplate that young Lin Chuan had thrown into the myriad worlds landed beside Fang Mo's page.

Fang Mo did not complete his name.

A mortal from the continent of giant beasts, who had never heard of Lin Chuan, drew the first stroke on the fragment.

It's not because He remembers.

He had asked other observers what this evil Buddha, who was blocking the pen, had been called in the past.

The first stroke curves like a black and red starry river.

It resembles an unfinished character for "forest".