If that really happened, it would be terrifying. It would be tantamount to the dead returning to life, only in a different shell.
But on closer thought, Lu Ye felt it was unlikely.
The source of the Black Fruit was the seven emotions and six desires of the cultivators he had devoured. The desires of so many cultivators had become hopelessly muddled together, long since indistinguishable from one another. Even if the Treasure Blood Clone that carried part of it truly had a chance of reviving, it would not revive any particular cultivator's consciousness.
More likely, it would revive a mass of chaotic will.
Of course, this was merely Lu Ye's own speculation. Whether it was truly so would have to be observed.
That was why Lu Ye had come out to test this matter. He wanted to know what changes such a Treasure Blood Clone would undergo if left unchecked.
As time passed, the connection between the main body and the clone grew weaker and weaker, while the clone's changes became increasingly pronounced. Standing there, it seemed like a congregation of all the world's evils. Merely looking at it gave one an ominous feeling. Strange, meaningless heh-heh sounds also came from its throat, and whenever it looked at Lu Ye, hostility and killing intent flashed through its eyes from time to time.
By this point, even if Lu Ye wanted to control the clone, it had little effect. He tried issuing it commands, but the clone ignored him completely.
After another moment, the connection between the clone and main body severed entirely. At that instant, the Treasure Blood Clone suddenly let out a beast-like roar, then transformed into a streak of black light and lunged at Lu Ye, as though it were some ancient ferocious beast.
Though he had