Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"Brother Wang, look! There's a faint glow on the mountaintop ahead, and mist is rising from it. It must be a sacred temple!"

"Brother, this is your first time traveling this trade route. You may not know this, but that is Guanyin Temple. It is said that Elder Jinchi in the temple is two hundred and seventy years old and is a highly accomplished monk!"

"Two hundred and seventy years old? My goodness, that's practically a living god!"

"Who says otherwise! Our mortal lives are but a fleeting few decades, while they have witnessed the rise and fall of several dynasties. Let's hurry, let's reach the Zen temple before dark to stay overnight, absorb some of the immortal energy, and pray for peace."

On the mountain path, the voices of two traveling merchants drifted on the mountain breeze and drifted into a nearby woodshed.

"Well……"

A sharp pain shot through Fan Yuan's forehead. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, his vision clearing from blurry.

What comes into view is an axe leaning against a wooden stake, with a few strands of fresh sawdust still clinging to the blade, and beneath it, a mountain of dry firewood.

Unfamiliar memories flooded his mind like a tide, washing away his original understanding.

The original owner of this body was also named Fan Yuan. He was a low-level fire-worker in Guanyin Temple. He would get up at 3 AM and not rest until the end of 9 PM every day. His work was heavy, including chopping wood, carrying water, tending the fire, and watching the stove.

Just now, due to exhaustion from days of hard work and heatstroke, he collapsed and died suddenly.

Fan Yuan also traveled through time by accident.

"Elder Jinchi..." Fan Yuan pondered the name. The abbot of Guanyin Temple was already two hundred and seventy years old.

This made him feel as if he had instantly fallen into an ice cave!

This is no ordinary ancient world, but a world teeming with gods and demons, where immortals and Buddhas reign supreme in the heavens, and mortals live as worthless as grass... Journey to the West!

Black Wind Mountain, Guanyin Temple, brocade cassock, black bear spirit, Sun Wukong... a string of terms came to mind.

He clearly remembered that soon the holy monk from the Great Tang Dynasty would arrive here. Elder Jinchi, coveting the cassock, wanted to set fire to the temple and his disciples, which attracted the Black Bear Spirit. In the end, he ended up burning himself and the entire temple to the ground.

At that time, a great fire will ignite, and a battle between immortals and demons will ensue. How many of the mortals in this Zen temple will survive?

As a fire-worker with no strength to even kill a chicken, I'm probably not even cannon fodder. I'll just be swallowed up by the fire or turned to dust in the aftermath of the battle between the Monkey King and the Demon King.

"No...we have to go!"

However, where could he escape to? This Black Wind Mountain area was far from any village or shop, and it was teeming with monsters and spirits. If he went out alone, he probably wouldn't survive more than three days.

Just as Fan Yuan was in turmoil, a sudden change occurred deep within his consciousness!

A faint, mysterious light shone forth, and an ancient, weathered bronze mirror quietly appeared. The mirror's material was unknown; it was neither gold nor jade. The frame was engraved with blurry patterns of the sun, moon, stars, birds, beasts, insects, and fish, exuding a vast and ancient aura originating from the primordial chaos.

The mirror surface was chaotic, seemingly capable of devouring all light and divine thought. Lines of information condensed from Daoist runes were directly imprinted into Fan Yuan's soul.

[Extraordinary Treasure: The Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror]

[Rank: Unknown]

[Function 1: Myriad Avatars. This ability consumes the host's essence and spiritual materials to create myriad avatars. These avatars can be controlled by the host's divine sense and can be used to cultivate, explore, and face tribulations on the host's behalf.]

[Function Two: Death Feedback. Upon the death or dissipation of the clone, the host can choose one of the following feedbacks: 1. Cultivation empowerment; 2. Cultivation technique insights; 3. Memory fragments]

【Function 3: Unknown】

Fan Yuan's heart pounded wildly. This was the cheat code he gained from his transmigration!?

He suppressed his inner elation and focused his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness, carefully examining the precious mirror called the "Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror".

His current state gradually became apparent on the mirror.

[Host: Fan Yuan]

[Cultivation Level: Mortal]

[Technique: None]

Lifespan: 10 years remaining

"I only have ten years left to live!" Fan Yuan frowned. This body had been overworked for many years and its foundation was already depleted. Living to thirty was the limit!

For him, the path to immortality was not an unattainable pursuit, but an urgent need for survival.

His gaze was fixed on the two functions: "Multi-Phase Clone" and "Death Feedback".

This is simply a supreme and wonderful method tailor-made for a mortal like him who is in danger and has no foundation!

The main body remains hidden behind the scenes, while the clones act outside. Even if the clones perish, not only will the main body remain safe and sound, but the clones will also gain cultivation, techniques, memories, and so on.

Isn't this the legendary essence of the art of survival of the fittest, the best way to fish in troubled waters?

The calamity that befell Guanyin Temple was a devastating disaster for others, but for him, it was perhaps an incredible opportunity!

He might be able to get a share of the elixirs and spiritual herbs in the Black Bear Spirit's cave, the magical power and Daoist aura that Sun Wukong released during his battle with the Black Bear Spirit, and even... that brocade cassock that triggered all the trouble!

This deal is a steal no matter how you look at it!

[Note: To condense a primary clone, one drop of the host's heart's blood essence is required.]

The essence of the heart and blood is the source of a person's life. Losing even a drop can severely damage one's vital energy or shorten one's lifespan.

"Let's do it!"

A resolute glint flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to live out these ten years in mediocrity.

He wants immortality and to truly control his own destiny!

Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; how can you fight your way out of this cannibalistic world without paying a price? Compared to death, he can afford the price of a drop of his essence!

"Freeze!"

Fan Yuan sat cross-legged and, following the method transmitted by the treasure mirror, concentrated all his energy and circulated the faint qi and blood in his body, forcing it towards his heart.

The process was extremely painful, as if an invisible needle was twisting in his heart, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

Finally, with a sharp, agonizing pain in his chest, a drop of blood, as red as agate and containing the essence of his entire life, was successfully forced out of his heart and merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment that drop of heart's blood appeared, it was drawn by the mysterious light emanating from the [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror] and dripped onto the chaotic mirror surface.

hum!

The ancient mirror trembled slightly, and the blood droplets on its surface spread out like ink into water, quickly transforming into countless mysterious runes that flowed endlessly. A boundless vitality, far exceeding Fan Yuan's imagination, surged from the mirror and, under his divine control, slowly condensed and took shape in his sea of ​​consciousness.

A phantom, identical to him and possessing the same aura, gradually materialized.

[Primary clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: one

[Account feedback rate: 10%]

[Doppelganger's range: within a ten-mile radius]

Fan Yuan could clearly feel that a strange connection had been established between himself and his clone, as if they were an extension of each other, and their minds were in sync. He could even sense the movement of the wind and grass around the woodshed outside his sea of ​​consciousness through the clone.

He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. Although his body was even weaker due to the depletion of his essence and blood, his eyes were brighter than ever before.

Become!