I can rewind time to prevent death

The Ultimate Law, also known as the Magnetic Pole Technique, entails the use of the body's special control over Magnetic Force to manipulate certain aspects of the Ultimate Law.

The performance of such Ultimate Law is unfathomable to ordinary people, akin to the Mystical Method of the Immortals.

Yang Yimang approached the grave and with a gentle swipe at his waist, he spread his hands in front of his chest, and an extremely fine pale white thread appeared out of nowhere, forming an irregular quadrilateral pattern that emitted a buzzing sound like electricity.

With a push of his hands forward, the irregular quadrilateral drifted above the gravesite.

Wan Shouguang turned his head to look around, noticing no one in the vicinity, the relatives and temp workers had all seemingly departed.

The irregular quadrilateral suddenly expanded to encompass the entire grave and dropped down, disappearing into the soil without a trace.

Although invisible to the naked eye, Yang Yimang could still distinctly feel his Magnetic Force penetrating the soil, merging with the Magnetic Rotational Fixators he had placed around the four corners of the coffin, forming a stable magnetic field with repulsive force all around.

It could be said that, as long as the Magnetic Rotational Fixators remained untouched and undamaged, this area would be very stable and safe.

Moreover, once the magnetic field's repulsive force established a fixed area, it would not be an easy task for ordinary people to remove the Magnetic Rotational Fixators. The strong Magnetic Force they exuded attracted each other, and the suction it produced was so immense that not even a heavy truck could suffice to pull them apart.

"It's done."

After completing all this, Yang Yimang walked over to Wan Shouguang, helped him up, and said, "Brother, let's go home. You must be tired."

Wan Shouguang said nothing, simply following Yang Yimang as they turned towards the villa.

After walking some distance, he couldn't help but look back at his son's grave one more time, his eyes brimming with tears again. He wiped them away without saying a word.

Behind him, the lonely grave sat in the area, a testament not just to the grave left there, but also to the endless mourning of Wan Shouguang and his wife, Liu Jialan. What they took with them was the deep-seated pain that had penetrated their marrow.

Back at home, several relatives had already left, while the remaining few were comforting Liu Jialan upstairs, likely trying to console her further.

Wan Shouguang sat blankly on the sofa, staring into space, while his nephew immediately poured some hot tea for Yang Yimang, who had returned with him.

Yang Yimang furrowed his brows, took a sip of tea, and gazed at Wan Shouguang, who remained silent.

After a moment, he broke the silence with a few words to the other man and then urged Wan Shouguang to rest, getting up to leave himself shortly afterward.

Not long after, the relatives comforting Liu Jialan upstairs also began to depart.

Wan Shouguang sat on the sofa from beginning to end, not once standing up, merely nodding his head as everyone left.

As the villa slowly became quiet, no longer filled with the sounds of conversation or movement, Wan Shouguang's lost gaze began to focus.

He stood up, looked around, and then made his way to the master bedroom upstairs.

Upon entering the bedroom, Liu Jialan was already drifting into sleep, though tears still marked the corners of her eyes.

Wan Shouguang stood at the bedroom door without closing it, as the outside courtyard lights cast his elongated shadow into the room, resembling a silent specter.

About five minutes later, Wan Shouguang finally moved his feet and walked to his wife's side, crouching down to look at her closed eyes.

Perhaps sensing something, Liu Jialan was not entirely asleep; her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened, only to be startled by the sight of Wan Shouguang crouching before her.

"Shouguang, why aren't you resting? What are you doing?"

Wan Shouguang lay on the edge of the bed, drew close to her, and whispered, "Don't talk, just listen to me."

"Say... what?" Liu Jialan asked with surprise, raising her head.

"I know a way to resurrect our son."