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

After finishing his work in the warehouse, Huang Mao'er was assigned an even dirtier job because of his excellent performance: cleaning a clogged drainage ditch near the warehouse.

This ditch, buried deep underground and built of black stone, is narrow and deep. Its origin and destination in the mountain are unknown. It is filled with blood, broken bones and all kinds of rotting debris, and emits a nauseating stench.

The other lesser demons avoided the task like the plague, but Huang Mao'er accepted it without complaint. He carried his tools and ventured deep into the dark, sticky ditch.

The deeper he went, the dimmer the light became and the more murky the air grew. Just as he reached a corner blocked by a boulder, he suddenly stopped what he was doing.

A very faint but completely different wind was blowing gently from the depths of the ditch.

This wind was completely different from the violent, restless yellow wind outside the cave.

It brushed against Huang Mao's skin, not causing pain, but rather a bone-chilling cold that seemed to instantly drain the moisture from his flesh.

"Samadhi Divine Wind!"

Fan Yuan's physical body was in a mountain cave a hundred miles away, his mind and spirit trembling violently.

This is absolutely true! This is the extremely faint leak of the Yellow Wind Monster's supernatural power! Although its power is less than one ten-thousandth of what it is, the Daoist charm that erodes the soul and strips away vitality is exactly the same!

The source must be in the core area of ​​the cave, in the meditation chamber where the Yellow Wind Monster cultivated.

This seemingly inconspicuous drainage ditch was unexpectedly connected to the depths of the cave!

Huang Mao'er's face still wore that dull yet earnest expression as he continued to diligently clear away the mud, seemingly oblivious to the strange breeze.

But his entire being was immersed in that gentle breeze, appreciating every nuance of its characteristics.

A hundred miles away, hidden inside a mountain cave.

Fan Yuan's main body sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His mind was completely synchronized with his clone, carefully sensing the deadly wind coming from the depths of the ditch.

"Dry, ethereal, corrosive to the soul..."

He silently recited the characteristics of this divine power in his mind. Even the slightest aura it leaked out had such power. If he were to encounter it head-on, his physical body probably wouldn't even last a single breath.

With a thought, Fan Yuan mobilized the True Meaning of Weak Water in his sea of ​​consciousness. Strands of aquamarine spiritual energy emerged from the yellow-haired boy's body, transforming into a thin film of water that enveloped his entire body.

Then, he began to try to use this water film to fight against the divine wind.

At first, he simply tried to thicken the water film, hoping to win by sheer quantity. However, the dry atmosphere was all-pervasive, and his spiritual energy consumption increased dramatically. The water film dried up at a visible speed, with little effect.

"wrong."

Fan Yuan immediately stopped. The essence of Samadhi Divine Wind is a kind of supernatural power. Simply using spiritual power to build it is no different from an ordinary person using flesh and blood to resist refined steel, which is twice the effort for half the result.

We must respond to the Tao with the Tao.

He recalled the characteristics of the Weak Water: moist and heavy.

The characteristics of that divine wind are dryness and lightness.

The two are naturally opposed.

Fan Yuan closed his eyes again, immersing himself in the understanding of the true meaning of the Weak Water. This time, he no longer pursued the thickness of the water film, but its quality.

He compressed his spiritual power to an extreme degree, transforming it into a thin, yet incredibly dense, water film. This water film was no longer a simple covering, but rather flowed slowly across his body like a living thing.

Immediately afterwards, he poured the profound essence of the Weak Water into it.

When that divine wind struck again, the thin film of water was not immediately dried. The light wind seemed to sink into the mud when it came into contact with the water film containing profound meaning, and its speed was slowed down.

efficient!

Fan Yuan was overjoyed and continued to deepen his understanding.

He manipulated his spiritual power, and beyond that dense water film, he condensed a second layer, a third layer, and so on, each layer containing a different rhythm of water flow.

The heavy true meaning slows down the wind's momentum, the moist true meaning neutralizes its dryness, and the flowing meaning guides away its erosive spirit.

This is an incredibly delicate process of control, which consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, but with repeated practice, Fan Yuan's movements became more and more skillful.

His efficiency in resisting that wisp of wind was also steadily improving, and the consumption of spiritual energy had gradually changed from a surging river to a trickle.

This is no longer just a simple defensive exercise.

Instead, they were familiarizing themselves with and analyzing that terrifying supernatural power in advance!

......

The clone, Huang Mao'er, dared not linger. After gaining a general understanding of the divine wind's power, he quickly departed. He decided to take the initiative and create an opportunity, and the breakthrough point was the tyrannical Tiger Vanguard.

Direct contact would be tantamount to suicide, but a roundabout way to save the country is not impossible.

During a break from his shift, Huang Mao'er quietly slipped out of the cave. He wandered through the surrounding mountains and forests, using his knowledge of plants and trees—far exceeding that of ordinary demons—that he possessed, and found a cluster of rare wild fruits.

This fruit is sweet and sour, and what's even more remarkable is that it contains a refreshing juice in this dry Huangfengling area.

He carefully picked a handful and returned to a corner where no one was watching. A faint spiritual energy seeped into the fruit, condensing a thin layer of ice invisible to the naked eye on its surface.

Wild fruits taste even better after being chilled, making them an excellent thirst quencher in this hot and dry place.

Though small, the item is ingeniously designed; it is a tribute tailor-made for lowly demons.

He carried the handful of chilled wild fruit and waited patiently on the only road leading to Tiger Vanguard's residence.

Finally, a wiry wolf demon emerged from the courtyard. Judging from his attire and demeanor, he should be one of Tiger Vanguard's close followers.

Huang Mao'er immediately seized the opportunity, jogged forward, and before the wolf demon could show any impatience, handed him the wild fruit held in clean leaves with both hands.

"This little blondie saw that you were working hard, so I... I specially picked some wild fruits to quench your thirst! I used a little bit of my lousy magic to cool you down. It's not worth much, just a small token of my appreciation!"

The wolf demon was about to rebuke it, but when it saw the white frost on the fruit and smelled the sweet fragrance, it became somewhat interested.

He glanced at the blond-haired man and saw that he was the clever weasel who had offered wine a few days ago, so he casually picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth.

The cool, sweet and sour juice burst in my mouth, dispelling some of the heat.

"Hmm, you've got a kind heart." The wolf demon nodded, accepted the remaining fruit, and left.

A single act of kindness might be quickly forgotten, but Fan Yuan has plenty of patience.

Every now and then, he would always manage to find some novel little gadgets, such as a few grass roots with a unique flavor, or a beetle that could make a clear chirping sound.