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

"Mountain-Crushing Force, Third Level..."

Fan Xuan muttered to himself, raised his right hand, and slowly clenched his fist.

The moment he clenched his fist, the air in his palm seemed to be instantly sucked out, creating a tiny vacuum collapse.

He needed to test the power of this nascent third level of supernatural ability.

Fan Yuan's gaze swept around and finally landed on a piece of black mystic stone in the corner. He didn't gather any power in his right fist; he just casually and lightly threw it out.

The first level of the Mountain-Crushing Force unleashes power three times greater than one's normal strength in an instant.

The second level of the Mountain-Crushing Force is characterized by its powerful external force that breaks through the surface and its hidden internal force that destroys the interior.

Mountain-Crushing Force, Third Level: Divine Wind Enters the Soul!

The three forces are perfectly combined in this punch.

A very slight muffled sound, like a sharp blade cutting into tofu.

Fan Yuan's fist did not touch the black stone, but stopped three inches away from the stone surface.

But the next moment, the incredibly hard black stone suddenly crumbled from the inside without warning.

"This is... the power of the third level."

Fan Yuan withdrew his fist and looked at the black Xuan Stone that had turned to dust, his heart filled with shock and turmoil.

The original Mountain-Crushing Force, in its first level, emphasizes fierceness and uses brute force to overcome skill. In its second level, it incorporates the essence of Weak Water, emphasizing gentle penetration to destroy the enemy's internal organs and meridians from within.

Now, this third level has undergone a qualitative change after incorporating a trace of the true essence of the Samadhi Divine Wind.

Previously, the Mountain-Crushing Force required close-range combat, with each punch landing squarely. However, now, with the enhancement of the Divine Wind True Intent, the force of the punch has evolved into a mid-to-long-range attack method.

With a punch, the wind arrives; that dark golden fist wind can instantly traverse several meters, killing without a trace.

The most terrifying thing is this soul attack.

The Samadhi Divine Wind specifically harms the spirit and soul.

Now, every punch of the Mountain-Crushing Force is accompanied by the dissipating divine wind power, which can directly strike the enemy's sea of ​​consciousness and soul along with the force of the punch!

If a cultivator of the same level were to be struck by this punch, even if their physical body could withstand it, their soul would be instantly hit by the force of the wind. Without a soul-protecting magic treasure, their soul would be severely injured.

Fan Yuan looked around internally and found that although the punch he had just thrown was terrifyingly powerful, the consumption of spiritual energy was much lower than he had expected.

In the past, when he used the second level of the Mountain-Crushing Force, a full-force strike would consume at least 50% of his spiritual power.

Now, with the essence of the sediment as a carrier, a full-force attack only consumes 30% of the spiritual power.

Fan Yuan's eyes were filled with surprise.

This means that his endurance has been greatly improved, and he can use this killing move more recklessly in battle without worrying about running out of spiritual energy.

Moreover, with the integration of the essence of the sediment, the originally faint sense of the Weak Water, under the tempering of the divine wind, actually grew much stronger.

His understanding of the Weak Water also deepened.

Water borrows the wind's momentum, and the wind amplifies the water's power. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the true meaning of weak water and the true meaning of wind alternately rise and fall.

These two distinct forces achieved a perfect balance within his small Qi Refining stage body.

"If I were to encounter that Wind Patrol Envoy again now..."

Fan Yuan clenched his fist, feeling the dark golden energy surging in his palm.

"While it's not enough to kill him outright, it won't be as pathetic and helpless as before!"

Fan Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement. He knew that now was not the time to be complacent.

"The Wind Patrol Envoy..."

Fan Yuan murmured softly, a hint of shock and realization flashing in his eyes.

The Wind Patrol Envoy was neither an ordinary demon nor a leader under the Yellow Wind Monster; he was after the shards of the glass lamp.

Where did this fragment come from?

Lingshan, a crystal lamp before the Buddha.

Fan Yuan quickly flipped through his memories of "Journey to the West" from his previous life. In the original story, the Yellow Wind Monster was originally a yellow-haired weasel who attained enlightenment at the foot of Mount Ling. Because he stole the clear oil from the glass lamp, he was afraid of being captured by the Vajra, so he ran to Yellow Wind Ridge and became the king of the mountain.

When Sun Wukong was escorting Tang Sanzang through this place, his fiery eyes were blinded by the Yellow Wind Monster's Samadhi Divine Wind. In the end, they had to ask the Bodhisattva Lingji for help.

Lingji Bodhisattva possesses two supreme treasures: the Wind-Fixing Pearl and the Flying Dragon Staff.

The Wind-Fixing Pearl is specifically designed to counter the Samadhi Divine Wind, while the Flying Dragon Staff transforms into an eight-clawed golden dragon to capture the Yellow Wind Monster.

"The Wind-Fixing Pearl... Bodhisattva Lingji..."

Fan Yuan felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

That patrolman was most likely an informant sent by Bodhisattva Lingji!

The Yellow Wind Monster's theft of oil and his descent to the mortal realm is a matter of Buddhist honor and part of the tribulations of the Journey to the West. As the one who will resolve this calamity, Bodhisattva Lingji will undoubtedly be constantly monitoring the situation at Yellow Wind Ridge.

The Wind Inspector was perhaps ordered to secretly monitor the scattered fragments of the glass lamp, intending to retrieve this sacred Buddhist artifact before the calamity was over.

Now, the Wind Chaser has died by his own hand.

This cause and effect has a huge entanglement.

Lingji Bodhisattva is a great Buddhist master who has already attained enlightenment. His cultivation is unfathomable and his methods are extraordinary. If he were to come and capture me personally, it would be easier than crushing an ant.

"At this moment, the monkey's eyes were injured by the divine wind, and it went to Little Sumeru Mountain for help. Lingji Bodhisattva had already set off for Huangfeng Ridge to subdue the demon."

Fan Yuan's mind raced as he calculated something, a cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The Bodhisattva Lingji is currently busy dealing with the tribulations of the Yellow Wind Monster and Sun Wukong. This is the general trend of Heaven, which cannot tolerate the slightest mistake. Therefore, he has no time to care about the life or death of a mere Wind Patrolman.

But this is only temporary.

Once the Yellow Wind Monster is subdued and the Journey to the West group continues their westward journey, Bodhisattva Lingji will be free to settle this mess.

At that time, with just a little deduction or by following the aura of the broken glass lamp, one will find oneself with nowhere to go.

"We can't leave it here! This thing absolutely cannot be left outside!"

Fan Yuan acted decisively without the slightest hesitation. With a thought, he directly communicated with the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror].

He threw the shard of the glass lamp in his hand, along with the drop of lamp oil residue on it, into the pot.

"Buzz!"

The Primordial Mirror of All Forms trembled slightly, and ripples spread across its surface, instantly engulfing the fragment. As the fragment disappeared, the faint Buddhist aura of cause and effect that had been lingering around Fan Yuan seemed to be completely severed by an invisible blade, vanishing without a trace.

Only then did Fan Yuan exhale a long breath, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

The Primordial Mirror is the foundation upon which he establishes himself in this world, and its status is so high that it even surpasses his understanding of this world.

With this treasure isolating the energy flow, even if Bodhisattva Lingji were to arrive in person, he would likely find it difficult to determine the whereabouts of this fragment.

"Our strength... is still too weak."

Fan Yuan examined himself. In order to kill the Wind Patrol Envoy, he had made several attempts to create clones in the Yellow Wind Cave. His essence and blood were severely depleted, and his meridians were also aching.

"Let's give it our all!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes. He sat cross-legged, and the remaining spiritual energy in his body began to circulate wildly. His already somewhat depleted blood and qi were forced to boil again under his forceful stimulation.