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

This is no longer a simple learning process, but a kind of enlightening and transformative transmission, akin to a Taoist enlightenment.

The clone is unconsciously absorbing and simulating the Samadhi Divine Wind. Once this process begins, it is irreversible and cannot be stopped immediately.

There's only one thing Fan Yuan can do right now.

That is, before this clone completely collapses, absorb, understand, and imprint the essence of this power as much as possible, thereby increasing the success rate of feedback after the clone dies.

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That torrent of consciousness, originating from the primordial chaos, came quickly and went quickly. When the savage and brutal force of indoctrination eased slightly, Huang Mao'er's soul, which had been swaying in the storm, finally got a chance to catch its breath.

He immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and took the initiative to sort out and summarize the chaos in his mind.

Countless fragmented images and insights about the Samadhi Divine Wind remained chaotic, but at this moment, he was finally able to discern a few of the most essential threads within them.

That is the true meaning of Samadhi Divine Wind.

Huang Mao'er's understanding of the Samadhi Divine Wind was no longer an incomprehensible chaos, but rather had a vague yet solid framework.

Just as his soul was immersed in this mysterious state of initial sorting, the core of the demon core in Huang Mao'er's body, which was formed from demonic power, suddenly shone brightly.

Those Daoist threads that he had begun to understand seemed to be drawn down from his empty sea of ​​consciousness, passing through his meridians and finally converging on the demon core.

Countless fragments of Daoist essence, shimmering with pale golden light, swirled wildly around the demon core, ultimately imprinting a wisp of profound meaning, imbued with supreme divine essence, onto the originally smooth surface of the demon core.

However, at the very moment that nascent true meaning completely solidified, the mysterious state supporting the clone shattered with a deafening roar.

Huang Mao suddenly snapped out of his daze.

What awaited him was a tearing sensation originating from the deepest part of his soul, a feeling of impending complete collapse.

His soul was ultimately too fragile to bear the Daoist insights that transcended his life level, just as trying to contain an entire ocean with a small porcelain bowl.

At this moment, it is already a miracle that the bowl is not broken; the bowl is already covered with countless cracks that are invisible to the naked eye.

Fan Yuan knew that this clone was about to perish. Even if he stopped immediately, the clone's soul would disintegrate within a few hours because it could not withstand the Daoist charm emanating from that wisp of wind essence.

Any insight that transcends one's own limits, if it lacks a sufficiently powerful vessel to bear it, will ultimately vanish with the destruction of that vessel.

But that's enough...

He has the primordial mirror!

One of the most incredible abilities of this mysterious treasure mirror is that, after the death of its clone, it can feed back some of the clone's memories, insights, and even supernatural imprints to the original body.

For him, the death of his clone was not a loss, but a ritual of recycling.

"Stop! Retreat!"

Upon receiving the order, Huang Mao'er suddenly unleashed an astonishing power, as if experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

Without hesitation, he reached out his left hand and grabbed the shard of glass in the jade box. He wanted to take away the source of this supernatural power, along with the specks of gold.

This shard of glass is no ordinary object. If it could be put into the Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror and used as its core, what kind of avatar would be created?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the idea instantly took hold of him.

"Come back! Take it with you and reunite with your original self!"

However, while Fan Yuan was immersed in his imagination about creating a clone, he did not notice that on the bottom of that fragment, in its crystal-clear interior, a kind of Buddha light that was definitely not naturally formed shone very slightly.

This ray of Buddha's light did not cause any energy fluctuations. The moment it appeared, it suddenly subsided and transformed into an invisible message containing some kind of causal law.

Immediately afterwards, this message ignored all the restrictions of Huangfeng Cave and sped off in an incredibly distant direction.

That was the sacred site of Bodhisattva Lingji. Before leaving this place, he left an extremely secret warning barrier on this actual lamp oil container as a precaution.

This restriction cannot be triggered by ordinary touches, or even by the Yellow Wind King using it for cultivation. It will only be activated when its vessel is forcibly stolen by an external force and its essence is deeply disturbed.

at the same time.

Two hundred miles west of Huangfeng Ridge, on an unnamed mountain peak with little spiritual energy.

Inside a simply carved-out cave, a silver-gray sable spirit with glossy fur and a slender body sat cross-legged.

Its breathing was long and steady, and its aura was solid and restrained, indicating that it had already reached the mid-stage of the Refining Spirit realm.

Suddenly, the ferret spirit opened its eyes wide. A black stone pendant threaded with ordinary hemp rope around its neck became scalding hot without warning and began to vibrate slightly.

Before it could react, an invisible divine thought directly crossed the barrier of space and imprinted itself deep within its soul:

"In the secret chamber of Huangfeng Cave, the lamp oil carrier is exhibiting unusual activity, indicating that an external force has deeply penetrated the fundamental Daoist principles. Investigate immediately!"

This sable spirit was originally a patrolling wind messenger under the Bodhisattva Lingji. Because of its suspicious nature, it always procrastinated and was timid. The Bodhisattva sent it to Huangfeng Ridge under the pretext of training its character. Upon hearing this, its eyes instantly gleamed.

The figure swayed slightly in place and then vanished into thin air.

In the next instant, a silver streak, almost too fast for the naked eye to catch, burst out of the cave, tearing through the sky and heading straight for Huangfeng Ridge!

Its mission is to monitor the Yellow Wind Monster, prevent it from using the Samadhi Divine Wind to cause too much harm and completely lose control, and to ensure that the secret of the lamp oil, which is the foundation of its supernatural powers, is never leaked.

Fan Yuan was completely unaware of this, as his mind was entirely focused on his clone.

Huang Mao'er ran wildly through the dark and complicated passages deep inside Huangfeng Cave.

However, compared to his silent and ghostly speed when he arrived, his speed was now greatly reduced.

The shard of glass that he clutched tightly in his palm emitted a faint yet pure Daoist aura through his hand, which made Huang Mao'er's already chaotic internal energy even worse.

The journey there, which took no more than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, seemed to have an endless end on the way back.

In stark contrast to the scene of escape deep within the cave, a deafeningly noisy feast was taking place in the main hall of the front courtyard.

Tiger Vanguard's body is barely cold, but an even grander victory celebration is already underway.

King Yellow Wind sat high on the head seat. He had changed out of his armor and was wearing only a loose yellow robe. He was holding a giant beast's leg bone that was roasted until it was charred and dripping with oil, tearing into it and drinking the strong wine from the jar.