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

Opportunities often appear unexpectedly.

On this day, a small-scale collapse occurred in an abandoned side cave deep within Huangfeng Cave for some unknown reason. Although it did not cause any substantial damage, the resulting tremors and chaos made the atmosphere inside the cave tense.

With demon soldiers being frequently mobilized, the repair team urgently needed tools. In this chaotic situation, Huang Mao'er, a quick-witted and taciturn little demon, became the most useful labor force.

"Yellow Hair, you, take this basket of things to West Third Cave, and come back quickly!" A steward shoved a heavy tool basket into his arms and urged him impatiently.

"Yes, yes!"

Fan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this was an excellent opportunity to test the waters. He controlled his clone to pick up the tool basket and immediately ran in the designated direction.

The passages inside the cave were intricate and complex, like a huge maze. He successfully delivered the tools, but on the way back, he did not take the same route he had come from.

At a fork in the road, he hesitated for a moment, then turned into a more secluded and narrow passage.

He had glimpsed this road from afar several times when he was doing odd jobs before, and knew that it led to the vicinity of the core passageway that was listed as a restricted area.

This was a chance he had been longing for, a chance to stumble upon.

The passageway was deserted, with only his own footsteps echoing. He carried an empty basket, his face showing a mix of confusion and panic as he looked around, playing the role of a completely lost newcomer.

At the end of the passage was a seemingly ordinary stone wall, blocking all the way.

Huang Mao walked up to the stone wall, reached out and tapped on it, making a dull thud, as if to confirm whether there was still a passage.

However, just as he bent down, pretending to look for a way out, his gaze froze on an inconspicuous crack at the bottom of the stone wall.

The gap was extremely narrow, only as wide as a fingernail, and dark and gloomy, its destination unknown.

He pretended to be tired and squatted down, slowly bringing his ear closer.

At that very moment, a gust of wind, far clearer and more terrifying than anything he had ever felt before in the drainage ditch or at the entrance of the tunnel, suddenly seeped out from the crack!

The extreme dryness and dissolving power, like a bone-deep infection, instantly penetrated the demonic aura on his body.

The true meaning of Weak Water in Fan Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness was stimulated to its limit at this moment. Layers of dense water film were frantically constructed between the demon soul and physical body of his clone, slowing down the wind with its heaviness and neutralizing the dryness with its moisture.

But this time, the results were minimal.

That pure and incomparable Samadhi Divine Wind Intent seemed to be the natural enemy of all life. The layers of defense constructed by the Weak Water True Intent were like thin ice under the scorching sun, melting and evaporating at an astonishing speed in front of it!

The yellow-haired demon's body trembled violently uncontrollably. He felt as if all the essence and blood in his body were about to be ignited, and a series of shivers of fear, as if he were about to be completely blown away and turned into nothingness, came from the depths of his demon soul.

A strong sense of crisis made Fan Yuan almost want to immediately control his clone to get away from this place, but he held back.

Fortune favors the bold! This is a rare opportunity to get so close to the source of supernatural power!

He gritted his teeth, focusing all his attention on his clone, forcibly suppressing the sense of collapse that originated from his soul, and pressing his eyes firmly against the gap.

A thin line separates two worlds.

Beyond the crevice lay not the rocks and mud of one might expect, but a much cleaner and more spacious passage! The passage floor was paved with some kind of jade, and the walls were polished smooth as a mirror, a stark contrast to the ruggedness of the outside world.

At the end of that passage, about several dozen feet away, stood another stone gate!

The stone door was tightly closed, but through the cracks, a faint yet undeniable golden light shone through, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. The light carried a Zen-like quality of Buddhism and an indescribable pure energy. Even a fleeting glimpse was enough to make Fan Yuan's heart tremble.

It's it!

It must be the lamp oil residue from that glass lamp, or the radiance of the barrier derived from it!

Just then, a series of very rhythmic footsteps came from the jade passage.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The voice was steady and powerful, neither hurried nor slow, and the intervals between each landing were precise—it was a patrol guard! Moreover, judging from the commotion, it was definitely not a single person.

Fan Yuan immediately imprinted the rhythm of the footsteps, the time intervals, and the approximate cycle of the sound moving from far to near and then fading away into his mind.

Seeing that it was almost time, he controlled Huang Mao and, without lingering any longer, staggered back the way he came.

When he returned to the noisy main road, he was still panting heavily, covered in cold sweat, and looked like he was still shaken.

He didn't explain much, and the little demons around him, seeing his appearance, assumed he was lost and frightened, and didn't suspect anything.

Huang Mao'er successfully rejoined the team, returning to his quiet, unremarkable self.

But inside, he was overjoyed.

found it!

Behind that stone wall lies the secret training chamber of the Yellow Wind Monster, which is also the true core of the place where treasures are kept!

The oil from the Buddha's lamp that would determine the success or failure of his trip was inside! And he had already begun to grasp the internal guarding rules.

A hundred miles away, inside a mountain cave.

Fan Yuan's true form slowly opened his eyes, and an unprecedented glint of light flashed in them.

The clone's near-death experience had been transformed into invaluable information, clearly presented in his mind.

He knew that the real opportunity was about to arrive.

but not now.

Trying to silently pass through that stone wall and evade the patrols and guards inside using the power of a clone is nothing short of a pipe dream.

He needed an opportunity, an opportunity that would cause immense chaos within the entire Huangfeng Cave defense system.

Thinking of this, Fan Yuan turned his gaze westward.

All he had to do now was to keep Huang Mao in hiding, maintain the status quo, and wait for the arrival of Tang Sanzang and his disciples soon.

With this thought in mind, Fan Yuan made up his mind and calmed down. Meanwhile, his clone, Huang Mao'er, repeated the tasks of patrolling the mountain and doing odd jobs day after day, completely integrating himself into the huge and crude machine that was Huangfeng Cave, becoming the most inconspicuous screw.

And soon, the opportunity finally arrived.

"Report!!"

A piercing roar shattered the sounds of training in the front courtyard of the cave.

A wolf demon responsible for keeping watch on the perimeter stumbled and crawled across the main entrance, his leather armor tattered and his face covered in bloody welts. "What's the commotion!" The leopard-headed demon in charge of training grabbed him by the collar and shouted sternly.