Wei Liao also realized what was happening and was equally dumbfounded.
"But... but will this even work?" he stamred, feeling his common sense being repeatedly trampled on: "Your clone... isn't that just a puppet? How can it be used as a real living person to sacrifice life energy?"
This is no longer a question of whether it's reasonable or not.
This is fundantally overturning the entire professional system.
A puppet is just a puppet; it's an inanimate object, a tool! No matter how intelligent or powerful it is, it has no soul, no life essence.
To use a tool as a life sacrifice to resurrect a living person?
This is simply a fantasy.
Faced with their questions, Zhou Huai remained unusually calm and spoke in a low voice.
"I don't know either."
"I just wanted to... give it a try."
Just giving it a try?
Chen Huaishuo and Wei Liao exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep sense of bitterness and helplessness in each other's eyes.
This guy's thought process is truly beyond comprehension.
Zhou Huai was certainly not experinting randomly.
He has his own reasons.
Previously, when he controlled his clone to use the divine artifact "Suppressing Heaven Seal", the backlash effect of the Suppressing Heaven Seal would affect the clone, but it would not cause any harm to his original soul.
Since the clone can bear the backlash of the artifact in place of the main body,
Therefore, he can also use his clone to offset the sacrifice of the pendulum of life, or rather, to act as that sacrifice.
After all, his clones were never ordinary puppets.
That's a god-level clone created by the god-level clone system!
Just as Chen Huaishuo and Wei Liao were still imrsed in the absurdity, the next second, sothing happened that completely overturned their worldview and would be unforgettable for them.
The enormous pendulum of life, after drawing on Gandalf's life energy, did not stop; instead, it spun even faster!
Below the pendulum, in the void half a ter above the ground.
As the extrely pure life energy extracted from Gandalf converged, the air began to distort!
Countless golden points of light appeared out of thin air, like fireflies on a sumr night. They danced, intertwined, and entwined in mid-air, carrying boundless vitality and profound power of rules, and coalesced.
A giant golden cocoon, which was initially only the size of a fist, was rapidly growing larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, taking shape at the center of the light!
The surface of that giant golden cocoon radiated a sacred glow, and one could even see it beating intensely like a real heart!
Chen Huaishuo was completely stunned.
He stretched out his hand, pointing to the golden cocoon that was constantly absorbing energy and growing vigorously. His mouth was wide open, and his cloudy old eyes were filled with shock and bewildernt. He kept muttering to himself:
"This...how is this possible?"
As ti passed little by little.
The dazzling golden beam of light gradually receded, and the previously turbulent life energy finally cald down.
The wind on the wasteland began to howl again.
"Cough cough..."
With a slightly weak cough, Gandalf slowly descended back to the ground from mid-air.
This once young forbidden spell mage was now weak and listless. Although he hadn't been completely drained of his life force and turned into a dried-up corpse like Uncle Fu, he looked as if he had aged decades in an instant.
His once smooth and rosy skin had completely lost its luster, and was covered with wrinkles like withered tree bark; his once straight back had also hunched slightly, and the starlight in his eyes had dimd considerably.
This is the price of sacrifice.
Even a high-ranking SS-level professional was nearly drained of most of their life energy after providing a B-level professional with the life energy to reshape their body and soul.
Just then, the huge golden cocoon in mid-air emitted a crisp sound.
"Snap—Snap—"
Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the surface of the golden cocoon, and dazzling, sacred light burst forth from the cracks, almost blinding people.
"Bang!"
The golden cocoon shattered completely, transforming into countless golden specks of light that danced in the sky, becoming a dazzling teor shower.
Amidst the rain of light, a tall and upright figure erged.
He was a young man who looked to be only in his early twenties.
He wore an ill-fitting, oversized long robe, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and strong features, but his eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.
Chen Huaishuo and Wei Liao stood not far away, completely stunned.
"This...this is that old steward?" Wei Liao gasped.
Chen Huaishuo was also astonished, his eyes, which had seen countless people, filled with shock: "Not only was he resurrected... but his bodily functions were also reshaped! He actually resurrected a living person by sacrificing the life energy of his clone!"
This is absolutely incredible!
That's insane!
Use the life essence of an SS-level professional to revive a B-level professional!
If this got out, the whole world would go crazy!
In Chen Huaishuo and Wei Liao's existing understanding, creating a clone puppet of Gandalf's caliber would probably require unimaginable precious materials and might even require stripping away the host's own soul power.
That would certainly be an extrely troubleso, difficult, and costly affair!
Is it worth sacrificing such a peerless fighter just to get a B-rank old butler?
However, what they didn't know was...
This sacrifice was insignificant to Zhou Huai.
Let alone absorbing so life energy, even if Gandalf were completely drained...
Zhou Huai only needs 24 hours to revive him.
At this mont, the young man, Uncle Fu, standing in the light screen, was still looking around blankly.
"? Aren't I dead?"
His mory was still stuck at the mont when the pendulum of life completely drained him, turning him into ashes.
However, when he turned his head and his gaze inadvertently swept across what was in front of him, he was stunned.
In the distance, in the wind, the young man who should have been slumped in a wheelchair, pale-faced and nearing the end of his life, now stood steadily on the ground, smiling gently, quietly watching him.
"Young...Young Master?"
Young Fu Bo was stunned, then his face was filled with joy and fervor.
"Young Master!"
He shouted and ran quickly toward Zhou Huai without regard for anything else.
"Young Master! You're alright! You're really alive!"
He rushed to Zhou Huai, grabbed Zhou Huai's arm, as if to confirm that the person in front of him was not an illusion. He carefully examined Zhou Huai's rosy complexion and standing legs, his eyes reddening.
"Young Master, you've co back ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) to life too? Your leg... your leg is healed!" Uncle Fu was so excited he was incoherent. "Thank God! Heaven has finally opened its eyes!"
At this point, he suddenly realized that sothing was wrong.
How could I have run over here so lightly?
With his old body, half of which is buried and he has to pant after just a few steps, wasn't that cheetah-like explosive power just now a bit too agile?
He subconsciously looked at his hands again.
So young!
His skin was firm and elastic, without a single wrinkle. The magical power within him, which had been depleted, was now not only abundant but even more surging than at his peak!
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