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

"Thump!"

A deep, muffled thud came from behind, and the water rippled violently.

Having lost the shards of the glass lamp, the Wind Chaser was ultimately unwilling to accept the loss, yet fearing the Bodhisattva's punishment. After hesitating for a moment, it finally crushed the black stone pendant bestowed upon it by the Bodhisattva, forcibly breaking through the water's surface to give chase.

However, this Flowing Sand River is no ordinary water. The Wind Patrol Envoy cultivates the Way of Wind, which emphasizes lightness and speed. Now that he has entered this Weak Water where even a goose feather cannot float, his skills have been reduced by 30%.

The cyan shield creaked and groaned under the pressure of the water, and the originally flowing demonic energy became extremely sluggish. If it weren't for the protection of the pendant, he would probably have been entangled in quicksand and sunk to the bottom of the water by now.

The Wind Patrol Envoy's divine sense was also obstructed in the water, barely managing to lock onto Fan Yuan's faint aura. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"You think that by hiding in this water, I can't do anything to you?"

With a flick of its claws, the Wind Chaser unleashed two cyan wind blades that pierced the water.

However, with each step the wind blades advanced, their light dimmed and their speed decreased sharply. By the time they reached Fan Yuan's back, they were already at their last gasp.

Fan Yuan didn't even need to turn around; he sensed the direction of the attack simply by observing the ripples in the water.

He twisted his body like a fish, using the propulsion of an undercurrent to narrowly avoid the two wind blades.

"It worked!"

Fan Yuan felt a little more at ease. Without further hesitation, he used his keen sense of water flow to deliberately venture into areas with complex terrain and turbulent undercurrents.

The bottom of the Liusha River is not flat; it is crisscrossed with ravines and jagged rocks, and has countless huge whirlpools and undercurrents formed by the erosion of the weak water.

These undercurrents are extremely powerful and their direction is unpredictable. If you are not careful, you will be swept into them and minced into a pulp.

Fan Yuan, however, was like a fish in water. He used the affinity of the Weak Water True Meaning to maneuver and weave through the rocks.

On the other hand, the inspectors were suffering terribly.

He had never experienced the strangeness of the Weak Water. Faced with those sudden undercurrents, he could only rely on his powerful demonic energy to resist them. Each time he broke through the undercurrents, he had to consume a large amount of demonic energy.

"Damn it! Why is this kid completely unaffected by the water?"

The Wind Patrolman cursed inwardly. What was supposed to be a sure-fire pursuit had turned into such a messy tug-of-war. He watched as Fan Yuan darted left and right ahead, slipping like an eel, and his anger burned ever brighter.

"Open the gate for me!"

The Wind Patrolman roared and stopped holding back. He opened his mouth and spat out a blue demon core. The demon core shone brightly and created a vacuum zone with a radius of ten feet around him, forcibly dispersing the surrounding Weak Water.

Without the obstruction of the water, his speed suddenly increased dramatically, transforming him into a streak of blue light as he rushed straight toward Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan felt a sudden increase in pressure behind him, and the sharp killing intent felt like a thorn in his back.

"Did you risk your life?"

Fan Yuan's eyes were cold, but he was not panicked. In the bottom of this quicksand river, brute force was not omnipotent.

He suddenly sank downwards, plunging directly into an area of ​​extremely thick sediment.

This is the bottom of the Liusha Riverbed, where sediment is deposited from upstream. This sediment is not ordinary soil; soaked in the weak water, each grain of sand is incredibly heavy and contains an extremely strange magnetic field.

As soon as Fan Yuan entered this area, he felt an extremely heavy and ancient aura rushing towards him.

This aura resonated strangely with the Weak Water True Meaning within his sea of ​​consciousness, as if they were yin and yang, each being the other's counterpart.

"This is……"

Fan Yuan's heart stirred. He could clearly sense that this aura was not pure earth element power, but a unique power formed after earth and water had blended and settled over a long period of time, undergoing a qualitative change.

It possesses the weight and support of earth, as well as the gentleness and permeability of water.

"Could it be the essence of sediment?"

A few classic books he had read flashed through his mind, and a glint of light flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes.

If one can refine this essence and integrate it into one's own Weak Water True Meaning, it will surely make one's strength even greater!

But at this moment, the blue streak of light behind them was already closing in.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The roar of the Wind Patrolman exploded, and a huge wind pressure crashed down through the water layer hundreds of feet high, blowing away all the mud and sand around Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan felt a tightness in his chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he did not stop. Instead, he used the force of the impact to penetrate even deeper into the core of the sandy area.

Here, the air was thick with mud and sand, obstructing visibility, and even one's divine sense was suppressed to its limit by that heavy aura.

Fan Yuan knew that if he kept fleeing, he would eventually run out of strength. After all, the Wind Patrol Envoy's realm was far superior to his, and even with the advantage of the environment, it would be difficult to completely escape.

We must take advantage of the unique environment at the bottom of this quicksand river to find an opportunity to fight back, or rather, to survive!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and entered a mysterious state of multitasking.

His main consciousness remained extremely vigilant, maneuvering his body through the mud and sand to evade the relentless long-range bombardment from the Wind Chaser.

Although the wind blades weakened by the water layer were greatly reduced in power, they could still kill him if they hit him squarely.

At the same time, he separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and carefully probed into the depths of the riverbed to contact the vast and ancient essence of the sediment.

"boom!"

The moment his divine sense made contact, Fan Yuan felt a boom in his mind, as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on him.

Before this aura, anything light and restless would be ruthlessly suppressed and ultimately reduced to deathly silence.

"Bearing... Suppressing... Returning to Silence..."

Fan Yuan understood that this was the true meaning of the Flowing Sand River, and the reason why the Eight Hundred Flowing Sand Realms could become an insurmountable barrier.

It neither floats goose feathers nor carries reeds, because it will drag everything to the bottom of the water, suppressing it under endless silt and sand, until it turns into nothingness.

This power is domineering and ruthless.

Fan Yuan tried to mobilize this power, but found it to be as immovable as a rock, completely ignoring his weak spiritual summons.

"No, my divine sense is too weak to shake such a great power of heaven and earth."

Fan Yuan was anxious. The Wind Patrol Envoy behind him had caught up to within a hundred feet. The azure light emitted by the demon core had penetrated the turbid mud and sand, illuminating the water behind him.

"Since we can't force it, then... we'll assimilate it!"

Fan Yuan's mind raced. Since this essence of sediment was a product of the fusion of water and soil, it must have an intricate connection with the Weak Water.

He no longer tried to forcibly move this essence with his divine sense, but instead mobilized the meager weak water spiritual power within his body to envelop it outside his divine sense.

The originally formless and intangible divine consciousness now seemed to be covered with a layer of black water film.

Fan Yuan controlled the wisp of divine consciousness enveloped by the Weak Water spiritual power, no longer arbitrarily striking it, but slowly permeating and soaking into that piece of sediment.

This time, the overwhelming sense of resistance was indeed much weaker.

The thick, sludge-like essence, upon sensing the aura of the same source as the Weak Water, remained indifferent, but no longer rejected it, allowing Fan Yuan's divine sense to slowly penetrate deeper.