"What...what's wrong with me?" Uncle Fu murmured in shock.

Seeing Uncle Fu's bewildered expression, Zhou Huai felt a warmth in his heart.

She slowly stretched out her arms and hugged Uncle Fu tightly.

He could feel the heart beating so strongly within that young body.

"Uncle Fu, thank you."

Zhou Huai rested his chin on Uncle Fu's shoulder and said softly and sincerely.

“Without you, I might never have woken up.” He released Uncle Fu, patted his strong shoulder, and a bright smile appeared on his face. “Also, congratulations on your new life.”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fu finally realized that none of this was a dream.

Recalling the resolute decision she made when she sacrificed herself, and looking at the unharmed young master before her, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

He hugged Zhou Huai tightly, crying like a child, yet laughing with utter relief.

"Young Master, you flatter me... As long as you are alright, that's all that matters! As long as you can stand here safely, this old servant... this old servant would be at peace even if I died a hundred times!"

The master and servant embraced and wept on the wasteland. This bond that transcended life and death made Chen Huaishuo and Wei Liao, who were not far away, turn their heads away and secretly wipe their eyes.

However, Zhou Huai's actions did not stop there.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Zhou Huai gently pushed Uncle Fu away.

“Uncle Fu, please step aside.” Zhou Huai’s expression turned serious again: “I haven’t finished my business yet.”

Although Fu Bo was puzzled, he still obediently retreated more than ten meters away.

Zhou Huai silently closed his eyes, his consciousness shifting to Xiang Yu.

Repeat the previous actions, and start the sacrificial ritual again using the pendulum of life.

"Buzz—!"

The pendulum of life, which had just calmed down, erupted once again with a deafening roar!

This time, the pendulum swung more than ten times more violently than before! A burst of golden light suddenly erupted, like a miniature sun.

Go!

As Zhou Huai activated his will, three golden beams of light, several times thicker than before, shot out from the bottom of the pendulum of life!

The three beams of light shone precisely on the three figures!

Gandalf, an SS-rank forbidden spellcaster whose aura has weakened!

Like an iron tower, Xiang Yu is an SS-class immortal fortress!

And Gabriel, an SS-rank six-winged holy angel radiating endless holy light!

The raging life energy, like a flood bursting its banks, began to be forcibly extracted from these three powerful SS-level clones!

Golden ribbons of light intertwined in mid-air, forming two thick torrents that surged wildly toward the void directly beneath the pendulum of life!

When Wei Liao saw this, he couldn't help but gasp, completely stunned.

"What are they doing?" Wei Liao exclaimed instinctively, "They're actually extracting life energy from three SS-level clones at once!"

He turned his head and looked at Chen Huai Shuo in surprise: "Old Chen, what is he trying to do? Using the lives of three SS-level clones, who exactly is he going to resurrect?"

Chen Huaishuo stared at the three clones that remained motionless within the pillar of light, without answering Wei Liao's question.

But his calloused hands clenched involuntarily, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The old man seemed to have a vague idea of ​​who Zhou Huai was going to resurrect this time.

The extraction ceremony in mid-air was both tragic and magnificent.

Xiang Yu's /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ demonic body began to rapidly shrivel under the terrifying force of dismemberment, but he still stood proudly in the wind, his back not even bending in the slightest.

The six wings behind Gabriel gradually lost their luster, and their sacred radiance was carried away little by little by the golden torrent, turning into countless feathers of light flying in the sky.

Gandalf, already weakened, was the first to suffer, his dry skin peeling off like weathered rock.

Moments later, under the infusion of endless life energy, the air directly beneath the pendulum of life underwent an extremely distorted folding.

Immediately afterwards, two extremely dazzling beams of light began to converge!

Not one, but two enormous golden cocoons appeared at the same time!

These two golden cocoons are several times larger than the one used to revive Uncle Fu. The runes flowing on their surface exude a heart-palpitating power of rules, like two suns suspended in mid-air!

As the golden cocoon continued to expand, the life force of the three SS-level clones was finally squeezed to its limit.

"Crack..."

Xiang Yu's body was the first to turn into a gray stone sculpture and vanish with the wind; then Gabriel's light and shadow went out completely; finally, Gandalf also turned into a handful of ashes and merged into the world.

The awe-inspiring sacrificial ritual only came to an end when the three top-tier SS-class clones turned into mummies.

The hands of life's pendulum slowly came to a stop.

The world was completely silent.

Only the two enormous golden cocoons emitted a powerful rhythmic sound in mid-air.

"Thump—thump—"

It emitted a rhythmic sound like war drums!

"Click!"

The golden cocoon on the left cracked open first, and then the golden cocoon on the right also made a sound of breaking open.

The dazzling golden light receded like a receding tide.

Two figures emerged from the shattered cocoon and landed steadily on the barren land.

They were a young couple who looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

The man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his sword-like eyebrows slanting upwards to his temples. Even just standing there quietly, he exuded an aura of battle-hardened iron-blooded ruthlessness and domineering authority.

The woman wore an elegant white dress, her face was stunningly beautiful and aloof, and her temperament was like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.

However, at this moment, both of them had the same blank look on their faces, still not awakened from the slumber of death.

Chen Huaishuo stared at the young man's face. Although the face no longer had gray hair and deep wrinkles, he would never mistake it even if he died!

That was the pillar of the Great Xia Kingdom, the faith that led them to fight bloody battles throughout their lives!

And that woman...

Chen Huaishuo's eyes narrowed sharply.

He remembered that face!

That extraordinary genius who once overshadowed countless prodigies with his unparalleled talent in the highest academy of the Great Xia Dynasty, yet mysteriously perished at the height of his glory!

At this moment, the old general, who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield, could no longer control his emotions.

A stream of tears welled up in his eyes.

He cried out in a hoarse and choked voice:

"marshal!"

"Principal Lin!"