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

After looting the alchemy room, Fan Yuan was about to leave when a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

Those were fragments of his memories from when his previous wolf demon avatar patrolled the cave. Deep within the cave, there was an extremely secluded natural grotto, usually blocked by huge rocks, strictly prohibiting any minor demons from approaching.

"What's there?"

With a thought, Fan Yuan followed the route he remembered and ventured deeper into the cave.

After passing through several winding passageways, he came to a stone wall covered with moss, which seemed no different from its surroundings.

Fan Yuan reached out and groped along the stone wall for a moment, finding an inconspicuous protrusion. He then pushed it with force in a specific sequence.

"Rumble..."

The stone wall slowly slid away, revealing a deep cave entrance.

An extremely rich aroma of wine, mixed with a refreshing spiritual energy, wafted from the cave entrance, making every pore on Fan Yuan's body open up.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he strode inside.

Inside the grotto, there is a hidden world.

The area is dry and cool. Dozens of huge stone altars, each about half a person's height, are neatly stacked on both sides of the grotto, their mouths sealed tightly with thick red clay.

"This is... a wine cellar?"

Fan Yuan walked to a stone altar, gently patted the body of the altar, and could hear the sound of the liquid inside sloshing.

Without further hesitation, he drew his dagger and carefully pried open the seal on one of the stone jars.

"Pop!"

With a soft click, the seal was broken.

In an instant, an indescribable, rich fragrance soared into the sky, causing the spiritual energy within the entire cave to surge! Just one whiff was enough to make Fan Yuan feel the spiritual power within his body begin to activate.

"A Century-Old Monkey Wine!"

Fan Yuan's eyes erupted with unprecedented ecstasy.

In the original owner's memory, this wine was made by mountain monkeys gathering a hundred kinds of spiritual fruits, hiding them in a stone cave, and naturally fermenting them over the years, nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Ordinary monkey wine is already considered a divine brew by mortals, but the one collected by the black bear spirit, judging from its concentration of spiritual energy, is at least a century old!

This wine has the miraculous effects of cleansing the marrow and removing impurities, nourishing the spirit and soul, and increasing magical power. For cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm, it is simply a treasure they dream of!

Suppressing his excitement, Fan Yuanqiang peered into the jar and saw that the amber-colored liquid was crystal clear, with a faint shimmering light on the surface, like flowing nectar.

He knew he had really struck gold this time.

The value of these monkey wines far exceeds the total value of all the waste pills, slag, and demon corpse materials he had previously scavenged!

Fan Yuan took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

He began to examine the stone jars one by one. There were five jars of monkey wine in the cave, and the seals were engraved with the character "bear".

"It seems that the Black Bear Spirit kept this wine for himself."

He made a quick decision and put all the monkey wine into his storage bag. The storage bag was not very spacious; it was already at its limit after holding the five stone jars that were half a person tall.

Although the cave was hidden, it was hard to guarantee that other monsters wouldn't come to explore it. Fan Yuan erased all traces of his presence, then activated the mechanism to reseal the entrance to the cave.

Having done all this, Fan Yuan, carrying the heavy storage bag, took one last look at the empty cave, showed no lingering attachment, and quickly turned and left.

He could no longer stay at Black Wind Mountain. The karma here was settled, and a new master would soon come to take over. He had to digest this huge gain as soon as possible and then leave.

When they emerged from the Black Wind Cave, it was already dusk. Fan Yuan's figure, like a ghost, silently vanished into the shadows of the deep mountains.

Three days later, in an unnamed valley a hundred miles away from Black Wind Mountain.

The mountains here are steep and rarely visited by people. Only a stream flows through the valley. Although the spiritual energy is not strong, it is quiet and secluded.

On a mountainside overlooking the water, a newly opened cave is taking shape. The entrance is cleverly concealed by vines and boulders. Within a radius of several miles, Fan Yuan has laid down more than a dozen warning traps made of mortal mechanisms and weak magic.

High in the sky, a sparrow clone with no cultivation was circling aimlessly, taking in every rustle of grass within a ten-mile radius.

Inside the cave, Fan Yuan sat cross-legged.

Instead of rushing to break through, he first took out a jade bowl from his storage bag and carefully scooped half a bowl of wine from the wine jars.

The amber-colored wine emitted a faint glow in the dim cave.

Fan Yuan didn't drink it all in one gulp, but took a small sip first.

The wine entered his throat without the expected spiciness. Instead, it transformed into a warm current that instantly spread through his meridians and into his limbs and bones. The spiritual energy was abundant yet not violent, like a spring breeze and rain, nourishing every inch of his flesh and every bone.

"Truly a priceless treasure!"

With a firm resolve, Fan Yuan no longer hesitated and began to systematically temper his body.

He reversed the method of "Crushing Mountain Force," no longer pursuing instantaneous bursts, but guiding the power of the wine to simulate the Black Bear Spirit's use of the earth's veins to temper his body, washing over his body again and again.

This is a slow and meticulous process.

The spiritual energy of the monkey wine was like a gentle file, polishing and peeling away the impurities in his body little by little. Black sweat with a fishy smell kept seeping out from his pores and soon accumulated in a puddle under his body.

Driven by the alcohol, his blood and energy flowed faster and faster, from a small stream to a mighty river, making a rushing sound, as vigorous as a dragon.

Under the repeated cleansing of spiritual energy, the bones became increasingly hard, and a faint jade-like luster even appeared on the surface, as if they were no longer ordinary bones.

The meridians were forcibly widened and reinforced. The riverbed, which could only carry trickles of water, can now accommodate rushing rivers. Spiritual energy circulates within it without any stagnation, surging and boundless.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the cave, the aroma of wine mingled with a foul stench.

Fan Yuan consumed all two jars of century-old monkey wine, as well as the spirit stones he plundered from Black Wind Cave.

He was a completely different person now than he was three days ago.

His physique did not become more robust; instead, he appeared more lean and wiry. The impurities under his skin were gone, revealing a healthy glow. His eyes shone brightly, as if lightning flowed within them.

At a certain moment, the spiritual power accumulated within Fan Yuan's body finally reached a critical point.

Within the dantian, the vortex of spiritual energy suddenly paused, then began to spin even more violently, launching a final assault on that invisible barrier.

boom!

A deafening roar, seemingly originating from the depths of one's soul.

That solid bottleneck, faced with the immense medicinal power accumulated over three days, was as fragile as paper and was shattered with a thunderous crash!

A surge of spiritual energy, far purer and more abundant than before, erupted from his dantian and instantly flowed throughout his body.

The cultivation is complete!

Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air, which condensed into a white ribbon in the air and lingered for a long time.

He could feel that his total spiritual power was more than twice as strong as before his breakthrough, and because his foundation was so solid, he had perfect control over this power without feeling any weakness.