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

In an instant, an incomparably solid and stable feeling arose spontaneously, and the nature of Fan Yuan's spiritual energy underwent a subtle transformation at this moment.

The originally gentle and corrosive nature of weak water has suddenly gained a profound and suppressive foundation.

This is no longer water without roots, but water from the abyss that bears immense weight.

With the birth of this powerful force, his internal organs, which had been injured by the Wind Patrol Envoy, were also slightly lifted and stabilized by this force, and the burning pain was miraculously reduced.

Fan Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air, which turned into a string of fine bubbles in the water and rose rapidly.

However, before the bubble had risen very far, a heart-stopping tremor suddenly came from the water above.

"Boom!"

The massive sand dragon that had been binding the Wind Patrol Envoy suddenly exploded from within, sending countless fragments of mud and sand, imbued with demonic power, flying outwards and making the already murky riverbed even more chaotic.

A silver figure, wreathed in raging fury, charged out from the swirling sand and mud.

It was the Wind Inspector.

At this moment, it looked quite disheveled. Its once bright and shiny armor was now covered with fine scratches, revealing the bloody flesh underneath, which was caused by the sand dragon forcibly squeezing it.

In order to break free from the quicksand trap, it did not hesitate to burn a mouthful of its own essence blood, forcibly shaking off the earth dragon.

"You ant! I will tear your soul from your body and refine it, so that you may never be reincarnated!"

The Wind Patrol Envoy was completely enraged, throwing all thoughts of the Bodhisattva's orders and the concerns of a powerful disciple to the back of its mind.

Its divine sense, belonging to the Refining God Realm, instantly spread out, frantically scanning every inch of the riverbed.

Almost instantly, it locked onto the depression below.

There, there was a surge of spiritual energy that had just undergone a transformation and whose aura had not yet been fully contained.

Fan Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his previous panic gone, replaced by a calm and calculating gaze like a deep pool.

Although he absorbed a wisp of the essence of the sand, which gave his spiritual power a qualitative leap, he was well aware that the gap between his realm and that of the Wind Patrol Envoy was still insurmountable.

Although the spiritual energy in his body had recovered somewhat, the total amount was still depleted, and the injuries were only temporarily suppressed and had not been fully healed.

A direct confrontation would be certain death.

But at this moment, he was no longer a lamb to the slaughter. The newly acquired profound suppressive intent allowed him to control his own spiritual power to a subtle level. More importantly, his adaptability to the environment at the bottom of the quicksand river had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Before this, he was passive in the water and needed to expend spiritual energy to resist the water pressure. But now, with the essence of the sediment, he seemed to have become a part of the riverbed. The water pressure was no longer an obstacle, but rather an aid to him.

"Want to kill me? Then come down and try."

Fan Yuan sneered inwardly, his figure flickered, and instead of fleeing directly, he slid into a crack in the riverbed like a fish.

He fully activated the True Meaning of Weak Water, suppressing his own aura fluctuations to the limit, while frantically assimilating the surrounding water elements, merging himself with the cold river water.

Just as Fan Yuan had concealed himself, a piercing sound of water breaking came from the water above.

"laugh!"

A streak of silver light, like an underwater comet, pierced through the immense water pressure at an astonishing speed, heading straight for the riverbed.

The Wind Patrol has caught up!

Although it is a wind-elemental demon rat that has attained enlightenment, and is naturally inclined to prefer air and dislike water, this Flowing Sand River is no ordinary water. Moreover, its cultivation level in refining the spirit is sufficient to allow it to briefly unleash 50% of its strength in the water.

What's even more terrifying is that its control over the wind has reached a state of perfection. After becoming familiar with the environment of the Weak Water, it thrives even more.

Around it, the originally calm river water was stirred up by an invisible force, forming a series of rapidly rotating underwater wind blades.

These wind blades are not wind, but water streams compressed to an extreme degree by wind force. Their sharpness is even more terrifying than real metal weapons.

"Using water to transmit power... a brilliant idea."

Hiding deep within the crevice, Fan Yuan sensed the approaching sharp aura, and his pupils contracted slightly.

This wind patrolman was extremely experienced in combat, and was able to instantly find a way to leverage his strength in this unfavorable environment.

Divine senses, like a net, swept across the riverbed again and again.

The Wind Chaser hovered above the depression where Fan Yuan had just been standing, its eyes bloodshot and its body radiating a brilliant silver light that turned the dim riverbed a ghastly white.

"Run? Where can you run to!"

It sneered and waved one hand.

"boom!"

Dozens of underwater wind blades roared out, instantly blasting the depression into flat ground, turning countless rocks into dust.

The crack where Fan Yuan was hiding was only ten feet away from the center of the explosion. The huge shock wave traveled along the rock strata, making his chest feel tight and almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He covered his mouth tightly, not making a sound.

Hiding is not a long-term solution. Even though the divine sense of a Refining Spirit Realm cultivator is suppressed by this environment, it is still too sharp. As long as one is still in this area, it is only a matter of time before one is discovered.

We must proactively create opportunities.

A ruthless glint flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes. This was an unequal game, and his only bargaining chip was the complex underwater environment and the slight impatience his opponent showed due to his rage.

He began to move stealthily through the crack, his body pressed tightly against the rock wall, using the weighty properties of the sedimentary sand essence to disguise himself as a lifeless, stubborn rock.

At the same time, his left hand quietly reached out, his fingertips twitching slightly, and a wisp of extremely weak spiritual energy followed the water flow, silently extending to a pile of silt thirty feet behind him.

The technique of materialization does not involve actual materialization, but rather the use of spiritual energy to create an illusion.

"move!"

Fan Yuan silently recited this in his heart.

The silt pile suddenly tumbled without warning, as if something was startled and about to burst out of the mud.

The commotion was extremely small, but in the dead silence of the riverbed, and in the ears of the Wind Patrolman with his divine sense fully activated, it sounded like a thunderclap.

"Found you!"

The Wind Patrolman flipped his hands, and a pair of short, water-splitting spears appeared in his palms. These spears were not physical objects, but were forcibly condensed from highly compressed wind pressure and water flow.

The moment the Wind Patrolman locked onto him with killing intent, Fan Yuan reacted. The Weak Water True Meaning flowed within his body, and instead of retreating, he advanced, actually sliding past the edges of the first few wind blades to arrive.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Behind him, the boulder where he had been hiding was instantly shattered into pieces. In the instant he dodged the attack, Fan Yuan pressed his hands down sharply, and several obscure spiritual energy fluctuations instantly shot into the depths of the riverbed silt beneath his feet.

"burst!"

Fan Yuan silently recited this in his heart.

The faint spiritual energy that he had previously planted at several key points in the surrounding riverbed was detonated at this moment.

These nodes themselves are not very powerful, and cannot even harm the Wind Patrol Envoy in the slightest, but their locations are extremely tricky, precisely where the river valley's undercurrents converge and the silt is thickest!

"Boom!"

The muffled explosions echoed across the riverbed.

The silt that had been dormant for countless years was once again violently stirred up. Several undercurrents stirred by spiritual power instantly transformed into several turbid and ferocious mud dragons, which spun and roared wildly!

The Wind Chaser's pupils contracted slightly. Faced with the chaotic whirlpool of mud and sand, it paused involuntarily. It watched helplessly as Fan Yuan's figure disappeared into the depths of the whirlpool, vanishing once again under the cover of the undercurrent.