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

If the clone had died at the hands of Pigsy the first time it delivered food and drink, it would never have yielded such a generous reward that points directly to the Great Dao.

Risk and opportunity do indeed coexist.

Fan Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes shining brightly. He knew that he had to immediately go into seclusion to thoroughly digest and integrate this gift from the Great Dao, otherwise it would be a huge waste.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately got up, sealed the cave entrance with a huge rock, and began a new round of seclusion.

He first took out a jar of monkey wine and drank it down in large gulps.

The pure spiritual energy dissolved within his body, like a rushing river. In the past, he simply guided this power to cleanse his meridians and strengthen himself.

But this time, he immersed his mind in his sea of ​​consciousness, contemplating the true meaning of that wisp of weak water.

He tried to integrate that heavy, corrosive essence into the spiritual power of the monkey wine, and then used this modified spiritual power to systematically temper his physical body.

Although that wisp of the Weak Water True Meaning was only a fleeting image, it seemed to possess real weight. Each time it flowed through the meridians and flesh, it felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible giant mountain.

But Fan Yuan gritted his teeth and persevered. He could clearly feel that his muscles, bones, and flesh were becoming more resilient and denser through this crushing and tempering.

His body is gradually adapting to this higher level of power.

At the same time, he was repeatedly visualizing the blurry Dao patterns of the Heavenly Gang Star Power.

Those Dao patterns were still like a heavenly book to him, and he couldn't understand even a fraction of them.

But he didn't force it; he simply immersed all his spiritual power in it to feel the rhythm that originated from the stars and the Great Dao.

This process is like a piece of ordinary iron being placed in the furnace of heaven and earth. Although it cannot understand the essence of the flame, it is passively tempered and refined by the daily burning, removing the dross and keeping the essence.

In this process, his spirit became more refined and more acute.

Finally, he recalled the fleeting glimpse of Pigsy's finger transforming into form.

He stretched out his finger, mobilized a wisp of spiritual power, and gathered it at his fingertip. He tried to incorporate the insights he had gained from the transformation of matter into fur, aiming at a wisp of damp moisture seeping into the cave entrance.

"Freeze!"

The spiritual energy at her fingertips fluctuated slightly, and the wisp of water vapor twisted for a moment before dissipating.

Failed.

Fan Yuan was not discouraged and tried again.

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...

Finally, after countless failures, with a flick of his fingertip, the wisp of water vapor trembled violently and actually condensed into an ice needle as thin as a cow's hair, yet exuding a chilling aura, right in front of him!

The ice needles only existed for a brief moment before turning back into water vapor, but a genuine smile appeared on Fan Yuan's face.

He felt the surging power within his body; his spiritual energy had undergone a qualitative change, containing both a trace of the heaviness originating from the Weak Water and a trace of the purity gained from contemplating the stars.

Although both of these characteristics were still extremely weak, Fan Yuan knew that a brand new path with unlimited potential was slowly unfolding beneath his feet.

Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them before returning to calm. His divine sense sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] had undergone new changes!

[Host: Fan Yuan]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Perfected]

[Technique: The Arousal Technique]

[Supernatural Power (Prototype): Second Level of "Mountain Collapse Force"]

Lifespan: 50 years remaining

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A cool morning breeze blew through the open space in the valley.

Fan Yuan stood shirtless before a two-person-high, dark blue boulder, feeling the spiritual power within his body that had been tempered by the True Meaning of Weak Water.

The originally gaseous spiritual energy, when flowing through the meridians, now gave people a heavy, mercury-like feeling.

"drink!"

Fan Yuan's eyes snapped open, and he stomped his right foot hard on the ground. A surge of energy rose from his heel, passed through his waist and spine, penetrated his shoulders and back, and finally converged in his right fist, which he then unleashed with a powerful punch.

This punch lacked the explosive roar of the previous "Mountain Collapse Force," instead carrying a muffled howl, like the surging of deep-sea currents.

"puff!"

The fist struck the boulder, but the boulder remained completely still, without even a crack appearing on its surface.

To an untrained eye, the punch would appear to have lost all its power, but Fan Yuan stood with a satisfied expression on his face as he withdrew his fist.

Three breaths later.

Suddenly, a series of fine cracking sounds came from inside the dark blue boulder. Then, as if its skeleton had been removed, the entire boulder collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of fine stone dust.

Fan Yuan bent down and grabbed a handful of stone powder. He rubbed it between his fingertips. The stone powder was not shattered by violence, but by a gentle, heavy and continuous force that completely disintegrated it from its internal structure.

"This is the second level of the Mountain-Crushing Force!" Fan Yuan muttered to himself.

After incorporating that trace of the true essence of the Weak Water, the originally fierce and unparalleled fist force gained an additional hidden force called erosion.

The forceful strike breaks through the surface, while the hidden force destroys the interior.

If this punch were to strike a cultivator's protective aura, the force might be blocked, but this subtle, persistent force, like a leech clinging to a bone, could penetrate the aura along with the vibrations and directly affect the enemy's body and internal organs.

"Try defense again."

With a thought, Fan Yuan quickly channeled the faint water-based spiritual energy within his body to the surface of his skin.

His skin was covered with a thin, almost invisible transparent film.

This thin film appears fragile, yet it has a viscous and moist texture.

He grabbed a sharp rock, put half his strength into it, and smashed it hard against his left arm.

The moment the rock touched the skin, the thin film slightly dented. Instead of resisting, it acted like a highly resilient glue, instantly enveloping the rock tip and sliding its force to the side.

"Slurp."

The rock grazed Fan Yuan's arm and flew away, leaving only a faint white mark on his skin.

"Deflection, delay!" Fan Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "This is the characteristic of Weak Water. It is not a defense that confronts head-on, but rather a way to overcome strength with softness and deflect a thousand pounds with four ounces. If it encounters a flying sword or magic weapon, this protective membrane may not be able to block its sharpness, but as long as it can deflect the sword's edge by half an inch, it will be a matter of life and death."

Fan Yuan looked at a clump of bushes not far away, released a little spiritual energy from his fingertips, and tapped the air three times.

The surrounding free-floating moisture was instantly plundered and condensed at his fingertips.

"go!"

Three crystal-clear icicles shot through the air and embedded themselves into the tree trunk in a triangular pattern, penetrating deep into the wood.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed one hand to the ground, and spiritual energy spread along the earth's veins.

The dry ground within a three-zhang radius in front of them instantly turned into a muddy mess, as if it had transformed into a miniature swamp.

"The ice spikes have limited destructive power, but this mud-turning technique, if used on an enemy when their old strength is exhausted and their new strength has not yet been generated, is enough to freeze their body for a moment."

Fan Yuan let out a long breath and put on his clothes.

Although his cultivation level is still stuck at the Qi Refining Perfection stage and he has not yet stepped into the Spirit Refining stage, his overall combat strength is now incomparable to what it used to be.

"It's time to go."

Fan Yuan glanced back at the valley where he had been in seclusion for many days, without the slightest hesitation, and turned to disappear into the jungle.

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