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

"puff!"

He forcefully expelled a mouthful of vital essence from his heart and merged it into his sea of ​​consciousness.

【Primordial Mirror of All Forms】The mirror surface swirls, and the fragments of the glass lamp and the residue of the lamp oil that were just swallowed are instantly decomposed and recombined by a great force in the mirror world, transforming into the most primordial power and merging into Fan Yuan's essence blood.

[Advanced clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: one

[Account feedback rate: 10%]

Race: Human

[Cultivation Level: Late Qi Refining Stage]

[Prototype of Supernatural Power: Samadhi Divine Wind]

Delivery area: within a ten-mile radius

Ignoring the dizziness caused by his depleted menstrual blood, Fan Yuan stared intently at the lines of text, especially the section on cultivation level.

"Late stage of Qi Refining..."

He frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment rising in his heart.

This clone consumed fragments of the glass lamp and remnants of lamp oil, hoping to break through the shackles and elevate the clone's realm, thus using it as a trump card.

Unexpectedly, the clone's cultivation level was stuck at the same level as the original body.

"Is it because the fragment is so badly damaged that its spiritual essence has been completely lost?"

Fan Yuan secretly speculated that it was, after all, just a fragment of a glass lamp, and the lamp oil was only a drop of residue. The energy contained in it might not be enough to support an improvement that would allow him to cross a major realm.

"Or perhaps..." Fan Yuan's eyes flickered, "is it a limitation of the [Primordial Myriad Manifestations Mirror]? The realm of an avatar can naturally not surpass that of the main body?"

If it's the former, it's fine; the problem can be solved by finding a complete spiritual object later. If it's the latter, it means that he must constantly maintain the cultivation progress of his main body, otherwise, no matter how strong the clone is, it will just be a castle in the air.

The key to this can only be verified in the future.

Fan Yuan shook his head, putting his disappointment aside, and looked down at the line of text that made his heart race.

[Prototype of Supernatural Power: Samadhi Divine Wind]!

"Supernatural power!"

Fan Yuan's breathing suddenly became rapid.

In this world, spells and techniques are easy to acquire, but supernatural powers are hard to find.

Techniques borrow the power of heaven and earth, while supernatural powers touch the very source of the laws. Ordinary cultivators, even those who have reached the Refinement of Void or Integration of the Dao, may not be able to comprehend a true supernatural power. Yet this clone, at only the Qi Refining stage, already possesses the rudiments of a supernatural power!

This is his first clone with its own supernatural powers.

"Give it a try."

With a thought, Fan Yuan instantly took over the clone opposite him.

He could clearly sense that the energy flowing within this body was not ordinary spiritual energy, but a wind-attribute power full of dissolving and unimpeded characteristics.

The clone slowly raised its right hand, spread its five fingers, and gently pressed it against the void in front of it.

"call!"

A yellowish wind arose out of nowhere.

The wind seemed weak, only as thick as an arm, but as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to be directly dissolved by some terrifying force.

A protruding rock in front of them, gently brushed by the yellow wind, seemed to have undergone millions of years of weathering, turning into dust and falling down in a short moment.

"hiss!"

Fan Yuan himself gasped.

That power!

Although it is far less powerful than the Yellow Wind Monster's breath that could change the world and terrify gods and ghosts, its essence is definitely the genuine Samadhi Divine Wind!

This is a divine wind that can blow away a person's three souls and seven spirits, and dissolve their golden body and Dharma form!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Fan Yuan said "good" three times in a row, and the fatigue in his eyes disappeared.

"This clone must not be sacrificed lightly."

Fan Yuan immediately made a decision. His previous clones were mostly used as cannon fodder to scout ahead and lure the enemy, but this clone, which carried the prototype of the Samadhi Divine Wind, was of immeasurable value and had to be cultivated as a core combat force.

Although the Samadhi Divine Wind has the Wind-Fixing Pearl as its nemesis, it is a powerful weapon in the absence of the Wind-Fixing Pearl.

and……

Fan Yuan's thoughts wandered, taking in the upcoming itinerary.

After passing Huangfeng Ridge, head west to reach Wanshou Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple.

There lived a true celestial being, the ancestor of earthly immortals, Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi has a famous skill called "Universe in the Sleeve," which is a great supernatural power that takes wind-based Taoist techniques to the extreme. With a wave of his sleeve, the universe is reversed, and all things are gathered.

"Wind element... Taoist magic..."

As Fan Yuan looked at the clone in front of him, a bold plan gradually took shape in his mind.

This clone was created using the oil from the glass lamp. It is naturally compatible with wind-type spiritual power and its innate talent is top-notch. If we could find a way to get this clone to become a disciple of Wuzhuang Temple...

That's the orthodox Taoism!

Zhen Yuanzi's lineage points directly to the path of immortality, which is hundreds or thousands of times better than my current haphazard and piecemeal cultivation.

If one could learn even a fraction of the "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" technique, and combine it with the "Samadhi Divine Wind," the feedback from this clone after its death would be immeasurable.

"This matter requires careful consideration and should not be rushed."

Fan Yuan forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart. Wuzhuang Temple was a place with extremely high thresholds, and Zhen Yuanzi had discerning eyes. It would not be easy to enter his sect. He had to plan carefully and wait for the right opportunity.

The most important thing right now is to recover from the injuries and get familiar with this new power.

Fan Yuan took a deep breath and composed himself.

He sat opposite his clone, closed his eyes, and began a deep meditation.

Meanwhile, on Huangfeng Ridge, the clouds dispersed and the wind stopped.

The eight hundred miles of mountains, which were originally filled with demonic energy, now appeared exceptionally empty and desolate.

The Yellow Wind Monster, which had once given Sun Wukong a hard time, had now revealed its true form: a yellow-haired weasel, trembling and lying at the feet of Bodhisattva Lingji, no longer displaying any of its former demon king's majesty.

Lingji Bodhisattva held a flying dragon staff, with the wind-fixing pearl hanging behind his head. His gaze was deep as he looked into the distance in the direction where Tang Sanzang and his disciples had gone. The group, leading horses and carrying loads, had gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

"You wicked beast, do you know your sins?" The Bodhisattva lowered his eyes, his voice unreadable.

The yellow-haired weasel kowtowed repeatedly, speaking in human language: "Disciple knows his sins, disciple knows his sins! I stole the clear oil from the glass cup, and fearing the Vajra would capture me, I became a spirit and dared not return to the mountain. Now, thanks to the Bodhisattva's compassion, I am willing to follow the Bodhisattva back to Mount Sumeru to cultivate, and I will never dare to do evil again."

Lingji Bodhisattva nodded slightly, but his brows did not relax; instead, a hint of doubt was faintly revealed.

When he subdued the beast, he secretly investigated the whereabouts of the clear oil in the glass cup, but found nothing.

The lamp oil seemed to evaporate into thin air, completely severing the cause and effect.

How strange.

Lingji Bodhisattva silently chanted in his heart, his left hand hidden in his sleeve, his five fingers moving rapidly, using the great supernatural powers of Buddhism to try to deduce the whereabouts of the lamp oil.

The lamp oil was from the Buddha's presence on Mount Ling, imbued with the essence of the Buddha's teachings. It was no ordinary substance, and even if it were consumed and refined, it would surely leave traces.

As the deduction deepened, the golden light in the Bodhisattva's eyes grew increasingly intense, and the void around him trembled slightly. However, no matter how he manipulated the causal threads, the whereabouts of the lamp oil remained shrouded in a layer of mist.

After a long while, the mist dissipated, revealing a vast and turbid landscape, a scene of three thousand weak waters.

"Liusha River?"

Bodhisattva Lingji frowned slightly, and the result of his deduction pointed to the Eight Hundred Li Flowing Sand River.