Chapter 803: Creating Life

He had long planned to set the function of the eighth layer of the Immortal Prison as precognition, but had been at a loss for how to do it.
Today might be the chance…
Su Che stood up, walked over to the stone coffin, and said in a low voice, “Grandma, I can give it a try, but it might not work.”
“I understand.”
Grandma nodded gently, her gaze filled with anticipation and joy.
She understood all the reasoning behind it and was well aware of how difficult this task was and the stakes involved. Regardless of whether Su Che could succeed, the fact that he was willing to try already filled her with joy.
How many in this world would dare to defy fate?
Without Su Che saying anything further, Grandma stepped back into a corner to show that he should act freely without any concerns.
Swish!
The huge stone coffin disappeared, taken away by Su Che into the Immortal Prison.
Once inside, the coffin floated among the stars. The forces of the Heavenly Dao examined it carefully and, finding nothing amiss, slowly opened its lid.
Inside lay an ancient giant over forty zhang tall. His appearance was no different from that of a human—indeed, he could be described as a handsome man.
His bronze-colored skin had a metallic sheen. Rather than a corpse, he resembled a metal statue—perfectly suitable to be placed in a temple as a deity for mortals to worship.
In the center of his forehead was a hexagonal star-shaped mark. It wasn’t a tattooed totem but seemed like a natural birthmark, appearing very organic.
“Judging from his appearance, he has a strong masculine presence. He doesn’t seem like some evil demon god,” Old He commented.
Su Che smiled inwardly but said nothing.
The corpse of the demon god slowly rose from the coffin, hovering in midair, looking increasingly like a metal statue.
“A primitive demon god with precognitive abilities…”
Su Che wasn’t sure whether those precognitive abilities still existed within the corpse. Generally, once a person died, their skills would cease to function and disappear, making it impossible to extract them again.
But innate abilities were different!
Innate abilities were something one was born with, not learned later. It was possible that even after the soul died, such abilities might still remain within the body—in the bone marrow or bloodline.
Like an animal’s instinct, they came naturally, without the need for teaching or learning.

Lao He also stopped wasting words. Relying on the power of the Heavenly Dao, he carefully scanned every feature of the corpse from inside and out. After fifteen minutes, he brought good news.
“Master, the Immortal Prison Pagoda has clearly replied that his precognitive ability still exists within his body. This corpse indeed has an inspiring effect!”
By “inspiring effect,” it meant that it could help the Immortal Prison Pagoda identify the conditions needed to unlock the eighth layer—not that simply relying on this demon god’s corpse would suffice to open it.
Su Che wondered in his heart, “Do we need to devour and merge his corpse?”
“That would be best,” Lao He replied. “But there’s no need to consume it all. His precognitive ability is spread throughout his body tissues. We just need to eat more than half, leaving one thigh for that old woman.”
Su Che inwardly cursed: How could words spoken by him become so distorted? It was truly disgusting.
What does “leaving one thigh” mean… Do you think this is eating roasted chicken?
After some thought, Su Che said to the old woman, “Grandma, you should know that reviving an ancient demon god is completely unrealistic. Even if it succeeded, he would still face punishment from the Heavenly Dao and couldn’t survive.”
“I know,” she replied, nodding. “I don’t expect him to truly come back to life. I only hope he can be reborn as a human, transforming into a form permitted by the Heavenly Dao.”
Su Che added, “But his soul has long vanished. Rebirth through the soul method definitely won’t work.”
“Yes,” the old woman nodded again. “So my demands aren’t high. It’s enough if I can keep a trace of him, a bit of his bloodline inheritance.”
In other words, she hoped Su Che could use this corpse to create a baby with her husband’s bloodline inheritance, like their own child—a new life. She would raise this child as a mother.
This kind of thing could be done by any immortal. With just a piece of bone or a little skin tissue from the deceased, they could create a new life with many of the deceased’s traits. It could also be seen as the deceased’s child.
But the problem was that her husband, being an ancient demon god who had suffered punishment from the Heavenly Dao, his body tissue had become as inert as stone. Even using this method, it would be impossible to give birth to a completely new life—unless the power of the Heavenly Dao’s punishment could be broken. But no immortal could do that.

Only Su Che could utilize the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Immortal Prison to break free from the sanctions still lingering on this corpse, and only then could he use its bodily tissues to recreate life. Understanding the old woman’s intentions, Su Che smiled and said, “If that’s all, it’s simple. I can give you two gifts—a husband and a child.” “A husband and a child?” The old woman was stunned, not even understanding Su Che’s meaning. Su Che didn’t give a clear answer, keeping things mysterious, saying only, “Since they’ll be your child, I’ll need a bit of your flesh—just a little will do.” As the saying goes, a child is simply a piece of flesh that comes out of a mother’s womb. After some hesitation, the old woman chose to trust Su Che. She reached into her clothes with her right hand and tore off a piece of flesh from her abdomen. For an ordinary person, such an injury would be fatal, but for a Great Luo Golden Immortal, a minor wound could heal instantly. “Create life?” Su Che found this task both interesting and meaningful—it was the first attempt using the Tree of Creation. He first sent the old woman’s piece of flesh to the Tree of Creation, then cut off the head of the demon god’s body and sent that as well. It might sound disgusting, but after all, it was a good deed. Just like doctors who treat the sick must face bloody and mutilated limbs every day—can you call them disgusting? Saving lives and creating life are the most sacred acts. “Is it possible?” Su Che asked himself. “Of course!” The Tree of Creation replied with evident joy, “If ordinary people can have children, why can’t I?” The Tree of Creation’s consciousness originated from the Primordial Star, which nurtures all things, possessing the greatest maternal compassion in the world. Such an act was also very meaningful to it. First, the sanctions on the demon god’s head had to be removed—a task easily handled by the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Prison. Then, using a piece of flesh from the demon god’s head along with the old woman’s, the Tree of Creation’s creative power would give birth to a brand-new life. In just three days, an oval-shaped fleshy mass appeared on one of the tree’s branches. Inside its translucent membrane was a liquid, within which a curled fetus could be seen. A baby—the child of the old woman and her husband. “A chubby little boy.”

Lao Hei chuckled, deeply moved to witness the birth of such a new life. Su Che felt the same—not only moved but also relieved, as the Divine Tree of Creation could not only bear fruit but also possess the ability to create life.

After another ten-odd days, the fleshy mass on the branch split open on its own, and the baby floated out, hovering in midair, kicking its legs and flailing its arms. A few moments later, it began to cry loudly.

“Ah, I haven’t even had time to pat his bottom yet, and already he’s crying—what a loud voice!” Lao Hei took the child into his arms.

“Give it to me,” Su Che thought. “With your ugly face, you might scare the child.”

“Waaah… waaah…”

The crying baby was placed in Su Che’s hands. Not far away, the ancient old woman trembled violently, her face filled with shock as she stood frozen in place. Immediately afterward, she rushed over. As a Great Luo Golden Immortal, she didn’t need to hold the child to sense that unbreakable bond of blood that even heaven couldn’t erase.

“My child!”

Like seizing something, she snatched the baby from Su Che’s arms in an instant. Though fast, her movements were incredibly gentle.

“My child, my child…”

She pressed her cheek tightly against the baby’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his new life force.

“He’s also his,” Su Che said with a smile. “Can you feel it?”

The old woman nodded vigorously, already in tears of joy.

At this moment, words were unnecessary. Though she had once been an ancient demon god and now was a Great Luo Golden Immortal aged hundreds of millions of years, this was her first time being a mother—she finally had her own child.

She cast a spell on herself, transforming into a nurturing mother. She carried the child to a corner, unfastened her clothes, and began to breastfeed him.

Although immortals had many ways to raise children—they didn’t need to breastfeed personally; any nourishing substance they prepared would suffice. Immortal children could even absorb the essence of immortality from birth, allowing them to grow healthily without eating or drinking.

Yet as a mother, she preferred to feed her child with her own milk—it was a sacred duty and an innate instinct.

On the sixth layer of the Immortal Prison, the process of creating life continued, but this time it wasn’t to birth a baby—it was to revive her husband. Although the old woman’s husband was dead and his soul had dissipated, his brain tissue remained intact. If he could be brought back to life, he would still retain many memories.

After all, he is an ancient demon god, whose form of life is vastly different from that of ordinary people. This is why some legendary old demons, even after dying for countless years, can still retain their memories from before death and shout loudly, “I’m back.” Using his head to recreate a living being is exactly what Su Che meant when he said, “I’ll give you back a husband.”