Although the movent was subtle, it was almost imperceptible without careful observation.
But Zhou Huai truly felt it!
That electrical signal that travels from the central nervous system of the brain, down the spinal cord, and finally reaches the tips of the toes!
The connection that had been broken for so long was reconnected at this mont!
Zhou Huai's breathing beca rapid. He gritted his teeth and tried again.
This ti, he mobilized all his ntal energy, trying to control his entire left leg.
The leg trembled and struggled, and finally, to Zhou Huai's incredulous gaze, it slowly rose a few centiters.
It really reacted!
Zhou Huai suddenly propped himself up, grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, and tried with all his might to sit up.
His feet groped on the ground, staggering like a baby who had just learned to walk.
He held onto the edge of the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} bed and slowly, bit by bit, moved his heavy body off the bed.
The long-lost, solid touch of his feet on the cold floor made Zhou Huai's body tremble involuntarily.
He stood up.
Although her legs were still trembling uncontrollably, and her body was swaying precariously.
But he truly stood up with his own two feet!
"Young Master!"
Just as he was about to fall, Uncle Fu rushed forward and caught him.
The old butler trembled with excitent, his eyes instantly reddened, and hot tears stread down his face.
"You...you can stand up now?"
"Your feet...have recovered?"
"That's wonderful! That's really wonderful! Thank God!"
Uncle Fu was overjoyed and wept, his voice choked with emotion, and he spoke incoherently.
This is the first ti we've seen the young master get out of bed and walk on his own since he beca paralyzed.
How could he not be excited!
However, there was no joy on Zhou Huai's face.
He was unusually calm.
The face, pale from prolonged lack of sunlight, now held an added air of solemnity.
His soul power had not been repaired.
The body cannot recover for no reason.
Therefore, there is only one explanation at present.
A final burst of energy before death!
Yes.
Just like Jasmine's sister back then.
Her problem was much more serious than mine; she couldn't move her entire body.
But one day, he was suddenly able to get out of bed and move around freely, and was able to laugh and talk happily.
But not long after, Jasmine's sister fell into a deep coma again, and her condition was worse than before.
If Zhou Huai hadn't provided the soul-restoring potion, the other party's soul would probably have already perished.
Zhou Huai seems to have reached this point as well.
Zhou Huai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
A final burst of energy before death.
This is probably the last chance God has given .
I must seize the opportunity and, while my mind is clearest, take back control of the pendulum of my life!
"Uncle Fu".
Zhou Huai extended his hand to Uncle Fu.
"Help back to bed."
Uncle Fu nodded and quickly helped Zhou Huai to the side.
He smiled and said, "Young Master, it's a wonderful thing that you've recovered. Tell this old servant what you'd like to eat, and I'll arrange it for you right away."
Faced with the agitated Uncle Fu, Zhou Huai still couldn't bear to reveal the truth that his illness was rely a final burst of energy before death.
He could only smile and say, "Uncle Fu, I'd like to eat braised fish. I rember your braised fish is absolutely amazing. It's been so long since I've had it."
"Okay, okay, I'll go out and sell you fish right away!"
Watching Uncle Fu leave in a hurry.
Zhou Huai gradually put his mind at ease.
He closed his eyes.
Consciousness shifts in an instant.
The next second.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
What ca into view was no longer the familiar ceiling of the Donghai City villa.
Instead, it was the oppressive, dark red night sky of Tokyo.
The air was filled with dust, the stench of blood, and the strange, burnt sll of souls left behind after they had burned.
At this mont, he returned to Caesar, who was far away in Tokyo.
At the very mont his consciousness returned.
Ruins of the West Gate of Tokyo City.
Upon their return, the six clones located in various parts of the city simultaneously opened their eyes.
The mont Zhou Huai regained consciousness, he felt a strong, nauseating sll of blood hit him.
That was the lingering resentnt and stench of millions of lives lost in a short period of ti, accumulating in the air and unable to dissipate.
He controlled Caesar's body, hovering thousands of ters above Tokyo, overlooking this once incredibly prosperous international tropolis.
At this mont, this place has beco a true hell on earth.
The once-brilliant neon lights had long since gone out, shrouded in darkness. And within that darkness, countless golden lights rose from every corner of the city.
That is human vitality, the energy that is materialized after the soul has been forcibly stripped away.
These points of light converged into rushing golden rivers, intertwining and entwining in the night sky, eventually rging into a mighty torrent that disregarded spatial distance and surged wildly towards a point in the southeast.
Beneath that golden river lay countless mummified corpses, each in a posture of escape, terror, and despair.
On the streets, in cars, inside houses...
Densely packed, a shocking sight.
In this gacity with a population of over 20 million, at least half of the inhabitants have lost their lives in just a short mont, becoming part of those golden torrents.
The remaining half of the population are still barely clinging to life.
They frantically stord the breach in the west gate, trying to escape this city of death before that only escape route closed. Cries, screams, and the stomp of trampling blended into a despairing roar that soared into the sky.
"Hongji Kujo..."
As Zhou Huai watched this scene, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and an uncontrollable killing intent surged in his heart.
He doesn't consider himself a saint, and he's willing to use any ans necessary to achieve his goals.
However, this behavior of sacrificing more than 20 million innocent people without hesitation in order to resurrect a so-called ancestor, and even not sparing his own clansn and subordinates, has completely crossed the bottom line of humanity.
This is utterly monstrous.
"It seems that the sacrificial ceremony to revive Kujo Naruya has been fully launched."
Zhou Huai felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the terrifying energy contained within the golden torrent.
The purity and scale of that energy were terrifying. If that SSS-level powerhouse were to be resurrected using this power, not only the Great Xia Kingdom, but the entire world would face a catastrophe.
As the culprit who ruined the Kujo family's plans, I will be the first target to be eliminated.
"There's no ti."
Zhou Huai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his emotions.
His final burst of energy wouldn't last long; this was his last and only chance.
Before the ritual is completed, you must find the entrance to the ruins and seize or destroy the pendulum of life!
"All clones, heed my command!"
A ntal command was transmitted through the AI to each of the clones distributed throughout Tokyo.
"Target: Ise Grand Shrine!"
Upon receiving the order, Zhou Huai controlled Caesar, riding on a throne ford by beetles, and sped towards the Ise Grand Shrine along the direction of the golden torrent.
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