After a moment of concentration, a dazzling, pure golden light slowly emerged above his palm.
It was only the size of a soybean, but it radiated a warm, sacred, and simultaneously indescribably majestic aura.
The point of light slowly floated up from his palm and hovered in the air between them.
The moment the golden speck appeared, the curiosity on Hen's face instantly froze, replaced by a long-lost fear born from life instinct.
His pupils uncontrollably contracted, and his fingers on the armrests trembled slightly.
Threat! Lethal threat! This tiny point of light, in his sensitive magical perception, was like a powerful spell about to explode.
An unprecedented sense of fear instantly washed over him like a cold wave.
Every cell in his body screamed, urging him to immediately step back, cast all protective spells, and even teleport directly to escape.
He hadn't felt this way since becoming a high-level sorcerer, not even against the most extreme and powerful opponents of the Brotherhood,
nor against some dangerous ancient relics, had ever given him such a clear premonition of death.
However, he forcefully suppressed the trembling in his heart and his body's instinct to flee.
He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, but his eyes were fixed on the golden light, looking at Karl, who was calm behind it.
He trusted Karl, this student he considered the most outstanding, would never harm him.
The next moment, as he forcibly stabilized his mind, this small golden light, like a swallow,
glided smoothly but with an irresistible trajectory, slowly towards his chest.
Then it quietly entered his body.
"Ah!?" The moment the golden light entered his body, Hen's expression changed dramatically.
He suddenly gritted his teeth, and a muffled groan escaped his throat, not from pain.
On the contrary, an indescribable, unimaginably vast energy, like a warm current, instantly coursed through his body.
This energy was very different from the Chaos magic he was used to—it was purer and of a higher level...
Wherever it flowed, every place hummed with joy, conveying absolute pleasure and satisfaction that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and reached the soul.
The sensation was so strong that Hen almost couldn't control himself and wanted to moan.
His face was a mix of immense shock and indescribable comfort, and he suddenly looked at Karl, his eyes full of incredible questions: "Karl... this... this is?! This immense... such pure power!"
"It's completely different from magic... What the hell is it?" His voice trembled slightly from his body's intense reaction.
Karl looked at Hen's shocked, struggling, and comfortable appearance with a gentle smile and said softly: "Teacher, don't resist, just experience the changes it brings."
When Hen heard this, he asked no more questions, immediately closed his eyes, and immersed his entire mind into his body.
Guiding the warm and sacred golden current, especially towards his already burdened heart.
The next moment, an astonishing vision occurred; Hen's entire body began to radiate a soft, dazzling golden light from the inside out.
It seemed he had transformed into a figure of pure gold, sacred and majestic.
The wisps of golden light that couldn't be fully absorbed immediately burst out from the pores around him.
A few of the escaped points of light fell onto a pot of unknown flowers on the windowsill, which had long been half-withered, with faded petals and yellowed leaves.
These few golden points of light were quickly absorbed by the dying flowers.
Immediately after, under Karl's gaze, the initially dying plant began to revive at a visible speed, perceptible to the naked eye.
The withered yellow petals instantly fell off, and new, more tender, emerald-green leaves quickly sprouted and stretched.
The thin branches seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, growing upwards, becoming thicker and stronger.
Within seconds, the volume of the potted flower increased several times over, and it even bloomed several strange buds that hadn't been there before, radiating a faint golden glow.
Karl silently watched this scene, a slight, knowing smile on the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand and reclaimed the golden points of light that Hen couldn't fully absorb and had burst into the air.
"Indeed, the power of faith and divine power are truly different." Karl thought to himself.
"The power of faith is more like external spiritual fuel that needs to be transformed."
"And divine power... is the high sublimation of my own life and energy, powerful and containing the majestic origin of life."
According to his speculation, he dared to use his divine power so extravagantly to prolong the life of a mortal.
Perhaps only a superhuman like him, with nearly limitless energy, could do such a thing.
In other words, any ordinary god who relies on faith might not be willing to easily expend their precious divine power on mortals.
......
Time passed in silence. After about half an hour, the golden light emanating from Hen's body gradually subsided and disappeared.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his attention were the lush, even "wildly" growing strange flowers outside the window.
But he had no time to delve into that now. He looked around, and the world in his eyes was clearer and brighter than ever before.
The slight nearsightedness caused by old age had completely vanished.
He subconsciously touched his chest—the heart that had accompanied him for hundreds of years, often making him feel tired and pained.
At this moment, it was beating strongly and powerfully, full of life energy.
The fatigue that had followed him in the past, caused by the passage of life, was gone.
He felt as if he had returned to his youth, full of inexhaustible energy.
His gaze finally fell on Karl, different from before when he only saw that Karl was strong but didn't understand why.
At this moment, he clearly "felt" the aura emanating from Karl's body.
It was somewhat similar to the priestesses of the Temple of Melitele, but purer, more sacred, and more sublime.
It seemed that what stood before him was no longer just a student, but a person walking the path of... a god.
Karl looked at Hen, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, raised his brows, and teased relaxedly: "Teacher, I didn't realize you were... quite handsome when you were young."
Hen was startled upon hearing this and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek.
As far as his fingers could reach, it was no longer the loose, wrinkled skin that had relied on potions before, but a smooth touch, full of elasticity.
His heart pounded, and with a wave of his hand, the water vapor in the air quickly condensed into a smooth, clear water mirror before him.
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