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

Fan Yuan took a deep breath, adjusted his aura until it was as still as a deep well, and then he bit his tongue hard, forcing out a drop of pure heart blood, which he dripped into the ancient mirror in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Freeze!"

With a low shout, ripples spread across the mirror surface, and within the cramped space of the cellar, a cloud of blood mist rapidly gathered, transforming in a moment into a humanoid clone resembling Fan Yuan.

[Primary clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: one

[Account feedback rate: 10%]

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

This clone had a blank expression and its appearance was not modified in any way; it was a body made purely of blood and spiritual energy.

"go."

With a thought, Fan Yuan's dazed clone reached out, grabbed the pill from the white bottle, and swallowed it.

A few breaths later, Fan Yuan sensed through his divine sense that a warm current was rising within his clone, slowly nourishing his meridians.

"The white bottle is non-toxic; it's an excellent medicine for healing injuries and restoring energy!"

After confirming that everything was correct, Fan Yuan's eyes lit up with joy. He carefully put away the remaining four pills in the white bottle, and then controlled his clone to grab the black bottle that was emitting an ominous aura.

The bottle stopper was pulled out, and the dark red, semi-finished pill rolled into the palm of the clone. Without the slightest hesitation, the clone swallowed it directly.

boom!

Just as the pill entered his stomach, a sudden change occurred.

The clone, which had been sitting quietly, suddenly began to tremble violently. Its skin instantly changed from white to red, then from red to purple, and finally turned into a strange charred black.

"roar!"

A low growl, unlike any human voice, escaped from the clone's throat; it was a trace of the black bear spirit's brutal demonic intent contained within the medicinal power.

Immediately afterwards, the blood vessels around the clone bulged wildly like earthworms, and the muscles expanded and twisted uncontrollably. An extremely violent heat wave swept outwards from the clone, causing dust to fall from the top of the cellar.

"What a potent medicine!"

Fan Yuan's main body quickly retreated and pressed against the wall, staring intently at the clone that was undergoing a transformation.

The clone's abdomen bulged high, as if something was rampaging inside, trying to break out of its body. Its originally gentle meridians were instantly broken inch by inch under the impact of the violent demonic power.

In less than three breaths.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The newly formed humanoid clone couldn't withstand the terrifying medicinal power and exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, but were evaporated by the high-temperature medicinal power before hitting the ground, leaving only a strong smell of burning.

Fan Yuan's eyelids twitched violently. If he had been greedy and swallowed it directly, he would be the one who exploded into pieces right now.

The instant the clone died, the [Primordial Myriad Manifestations Mirror] in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and several lines of Daoist runes flowing with profound light appeared in the mirror:

[The clone has died; karmic retribution is underway...]

[Clone's lifespan: ten breaths.]

[Cause of death of the clone: ​​Due to forcibly consuming a substandard, unfinished demon core, his spiritual energy went berserk, causing his body to explode and he died.]

[Clone feedback rate: 10%]

[Settlement complete. The host can choose one of the following three options:]

[I. Cultivation Infusion: The spiritual essence of a semi-finished demon core.]

[Note: Only the purest source of spiritual energy is retained; it can be absorbed directly.]

[Part Two: Fragments of Memory: The pain of shattered meridians and the sensation of the medicine's effects running rampant.]

[Description: The clone's desperate experience of losing control of the drug's effects before death, and the direct perception of the body's disintegration.]

III. Insights into the Technique: None.

[Note: No legal principles or mysteries were discovered during the clone's survival.]

Looking at the options on the mirror, a flash of understanding appeared in Fan Yuan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Just as I expected..."

Through these instances of clone feedback, besides the simplest uses such as exploring unknown and dangerous places, gathering intelligence, and cultivating clones, he also figured out several other core uses of the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror]:

One option is to have the clone die from a powerful supernatural power. After death, the clone can choose to "comprehend the cultivation technique" and thus glimpse its evolutionary path. And in the Journey to the West world, supernatural powers are the least lacking!

Secondly, in this process of testing and purifying, the clone can test those pills that are too potent and have huge side effects on the user. No matter how tragically the clone dies, what is fed back to the main body is always the pure spiritual energy after the side effects have been eliminated.

"Using clones to experiment and make mistakes, while the main body reaps the benefits, this is the correct way to use the [Primordial Mirror of All Things]."

Without further hesitation, Fan Yuan made a decisive choice.

"Buzz!"

The ancient mirror trembled slightly, and a pure, unparalleled spiritual energy, without any side effects, surged out from the mirror and instantly flowed into Fan Yuan's limbs and bones.

"They're here!"

The spiritual energy purified by the ancient mirror was no longer violent; instead, it flowed like the Yangtze River, propelling the true energy within Fan Yuan's body to circulate wildly.

clack clack...

The internal barriers began to loosen under the impact of this combined force.

Fan Yuan guided this immense power, repeatedly cleansing his meridians and expelling the acquired toxins from his body through his pores.

I don't know how much time passed.

A clear buzzing sound rang out from inside the cellar.

Fan Yuan's aura suddenly changed; his previously somewhat weak aura instantly solidified, becoming deep and heavy.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a glint of light flashed like lightning in the darkness.

"Mid-stage Qi Refining!"

Although he didn't directly reach the later stage as expected, there were no hidden dangers in reaching the mid-stage of Qi Refining. You have to know that he had just entered the Qi Refining stage a few days ago. His cultivation speed is incredibly fast!

If he was just a slightly stronger ant before, he has now become a venomous insect with fangs.

Although still weak, at least it has the ability to sting.

With a casual wave of his hand, Fan Yuan unleashed an invisible burst of energy that shattered a blue brick in the corner of the cellar into dust.

"So this is the power of a Qi Refining cultivator...?"

Fan Yuan looked at his palm and muttered to himself.

The feeling of controlling power is simply wonderful. No wonder Elder Jinchi was willing to become a lackey of demons in order to prolong his life, and no wonder the gods and Buddhas in the sky have been plotting for thousands of years in order to compete for fortune.

Longevity and enduring vision, strength is paramount—these eight words are the only truth in this world.

Fan Yuan sat down cross-legged again, his eyes regaining their usual calm and depth.

His breakthrough in strength did not go to his head.

In the mid-stage of Qi Refining, one might be seen as a terrestrial immortal by ordinary people, but in the upcoming Black Wind Mountain storyline, one will still be nothing more than cannon fodder.

That black bear spirit was a formidable figure who could fight Sun Wukong for hundreds of rounds without a clear victor. His cultivation was unfathomable. The karma at Guanyin Temple had been settled, and the next stage would be moved to Black Wind Cave, twenty miles away.

"Elder Jinchi is dead. The Black Bear Demon has taken the cassock and is going to hold a Buddhist robe gathering to invite all the demon kings to appreciate it."

Fan Yuan quickly sorted through the plot of the original work in his mind.

"This will be my next opportunity."