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

Taking advantage of the brief chaos, Fan Yuan staggered and plunged into the edge of the riverbed.

The moment they stepped into this place, an extremely terrifying gravity descended upon them like Mount Tai crashing down.

The spiritual energy that was originally flowing smoothly became extremely sluggish here. He took a deep breath, but after only rushing out for more than ten feet, his speed visibly slowed down. Every step he took required three times more spiritual energy and physical strength than usual.

Not far ahead of him, the riverbed abruptly ended.

This is the edge of an extremely steep cliff.

Below the cliff, there was no longer the silt of the riverbed, but an endless darkness that seemed to swallow all light.

This is the deepest forbidden area at the bottom of the Liusha River, a perilous place of quicksand.

The abyss was not a still, stagnant pool, but rather a swirling mass of billions of tons of quicksand and heavy water, forming a terrifying vortex capable of swallowing everything—the Eye of the Quicksand River!

Legend has it that this river's eye leads directly to the Netherworld, and once one falls in, even a Great Immortal would not escape the fate of having their soul and spirit annihilated.

Fan Yuan clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The continuous high-intensity escape, coupled with the injuries left by the Wind Patrolman's wind blades, had already overburdened his body. Now, under the immense pressure, his internal organs felt as if they had shifted, and his meridians were burning with excruciating pain.

There's no escaping it.

Fan Yuan turned around, his gaze sweeping over the dim and oppressive surroundings. There was no panic in his eyes, but rather a chilling calmness.

This desolate sand dune restricted his speed, and it would also limit the Wind Patrol Envoy's divine sense and escape techniques.

This place is a death trap, but also the only place where life lies.

A crazy plan quietly took shape in his mind.

At this moment, his injuries have not yet healed, and his essence and blood have not yet been depleted. If he were to condense another clone, it might even damage his very foundation.

But Fan Yuan had no choice; if he didn't fight, he would die.

He forcefully suppressed the waves of dizziness that were washing over him, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

The ancient mirror deep within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, emitting a faint light. He bit his tongue, forcing out a drop of pure heart blood. As the blood flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness, he casually grabbed a handful of silt and withered bones from the riverbed, mixed it with the drop of blood, and channeled the energy into the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror].

He did not use the shards of the glass lamp he had just acquired; this clone was destined to be sacrificed.

A few breaths later, a figure that looked exactly like Fan Yuan appeared before him.

If placed in the outside world, a simple scan with one's divine sense would reveal that this is a mere fake, all show and no substance.

But here...

Fan Yuan glanced at the light distorted by the gravitational field around him, and at the sand essence that was strong enough to suppress divine sense.

enough.

In such a harsh environment, the Wind Patrol Envoy's consciousness was suppressed and he was in a furious pursuit. Due to his preconceived notions, even if this clone only had the cultivation of the early stage of Qi Refining, it was enough to fool people into thinking it was real.

As soon as the clone took shape, Fan Yuan's main body swayed violently, his vision went black, and a strong sense of dizziness washed over him like a tidal wave.

This is a sign of overdrafting both the spirit and the essence.

The spiritual energy within his body was almost completely depleted, and his meridians were throbbing with pain, as if they were about to break at any moment.

"It can't fall yet..."

Fan Yuan bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to keep himself awake.

He glanced at the clone standing there, and with a thought, the clone immediately staggered towards the edge of the cliff. Finally, it sat cross-legged on a protruding rock, looking as if it was exhausted and waiting to die, trying to do its last breath.

Having done all this, Fan Yuan's main body dared not delay in the slightest.

He forced himself to move with difficulty, enduring the heaviness in his body, and found a dark corner on the side of the cliff, shadowed by several huge black rocks.

That was the shady spot where the river flowed back, where sediment accumulated and the atmosphere was most murky.

Fan Yuan shrank into the shadows, forcibly suppressing all his life force, heartbeat, and even breathing to the extreme.

His whole being seemed to have transformed into a lifeless, stubborn rock, merging into the darkness of the riverbed.

Just as he had concealed himself...

boom!

The mud and sand barrier behind them was forcibly torn apart by a violent force.

A figure enveloped in azure demonic wind charged out like a raging beast.

It was the Wind Inspector of Huangfeng Ridge!

The demon cultivator was also in a sorry state. His once-shiny armor was now covered in mud, and there was a bloody scratch on his face from a piece of gravel.

Although the incident that occurred earlier did not fundamentally harm Fan Yuan, it left him humiliated and felt he had suffered a great insult.

"You little bastard! Where do you think you're going to run now!"

The Wind Chaser roared, his voice creating ripples in the water.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was boiling. As soon as he arrived here, he immediately felt the terrifying change in gravity.

He immediately concealed his escape light and became extremely cautious.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly scanned his surroundings.

The next moment, his gaze locked onto the figure on the edge of the cliff ahead.

Fan Yuan was sitting cross-legged on a rock at the edge of the cliff, trembling all over, his face as pale as paper, and his breath as weak as a candle in the wind. He was clearly on the verge of death.

Behind Fan Yuan was the legendary Eye of the Flowing Sand River, which was said to connect to the Nine Netherworlds!

The pitch-black abyss exuded a chilling suction.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

The wind inspector grinned maliciously.

In his view, this slippery little mouse had ultimately driven itself into a dead end. Ahead lay a dead end, behind lay an abyss, and with the added pressure of gravity and the exhaustion of spiritual energy, the mouse had no way to escape.

Although he wished he could tear the other person to pieces immediately, the Wind Patrol Envoy did not pounce on him right away.

The suction force of the Flowing Sand River Eye was too terrifying. Even from dozens of feet away, he could feel that the demon core inside his body was somewhat unstable, as if it was about to be sucked out of his body.

If we push him too far, and he gets desperate and jumps off the wall, wouldn't the shards of the glass lamp also be lost?

If the item is lost, he will still be punished even if he kills the kid.

So, the Wind Patrol suppressed his rage, avoided the terrifying suction head-on, and cautiously approached step by step with his body slightly hunched over.

Thirty zhang... twenty zhang... ten zhang...

As he got closer, he could clearly see Fan Yuan's tattered clothes and his shoulders trembling slightly with fear.

Divine senses are greatly suppressed in this perilous place, only able to extend a few feet outside the body, making it impossible to probe the opponent's strengths and weaknesses from a distance.

But the scene before us is flawless, both logically and sensorily.

What other possibilities could a Qi Refining stage cultivator have after being chased by himself and accidentally entering a deadly place, except to exhaust himself and wait for death?

Finally, the Wind Patrol stopped about five zhang away from Fan Yuan.

"Hand over your belongings, and we'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

Upon hearing this sound, Fan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, suddenly stiffened.

Then, he slowly raised his head, turned around, and looked on with despair in his eyes.