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

Soul search? Fan Yuan wasn't afraid. He had tried it before. Even if the clone he created with the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] was searched thoroughly, it couldn't reveal any secrets of the original body.

However, instead of waiting for the other party to make a move, it's better to take the initiative and use the opportunity to probe the other party's true strength!

Just as the White Bone Demon's consciousness touched Li Ping's sea of ​​consciousness...

"burst!"

The spiritual energy within Li Ping reversed, and his body instantly self-destructed.

Although it was only a self-destruction at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and its power was limited, this sudden change still made the unsuspecting Madam Bai's hand tremble slightly.

"court death!"

Madam Bai was furious, and her protective corpse energy erupted instantly, suppressing the aftershocks of the explosion.

At the very moment she used the corpse energy to suppress it.

Due to the intense impact of external spiritual energy, the new skin she had just donned became slightly unstable.

On the spine, that obscure aura shone once more.

This time, it's to stabilize the connection between the flesh and bones.

The trajectory of spiritual light, the nodes of spiritual energy circulation, the points where Yin and Yang energies meet...

In the last second before Li Ping's consciousness dissipated, all of this was recorded by Fan Yuan, the entity controlling him.

puff.

Li Ping's body went completely limp, turning into a lifeless corpse.

……

Aoki Ward, the quiet room of Jingxinju Inn.

"call!"

Fan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, immediately focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness.

The suspended [Primordial Mirror of All Forms] was trembling slightly, ripples spreading across its surface, and lines of ancient characters emerged:

[The clone Li Ping is dead; the karmic settlement is underway...]

[Clone survival time: one day.]

[Cause of death of the clone: ​​self-destruction.]

[Clone feedback rate: 20%]

[Settlement complete. The host can choose one of the following three options:]

[I. Cultivation Initiation. The meager spiritual energy Li Ping accumulated in one day.]

[Note: The clone's lifespan is short, and it doesn't engage in proper cultivation; it's better than nothing.]

Part Two: Fragments of Memory. The terrifying memories of the Corpse Demon Cave.

[Note: Contains the entire process of the White Bone Demon skinning and eating people, as well as the trembling of the soul under the oppressive power of the ghostly immortal.]

[III. Comprehension of the Technique. Incomplete spiritual text rhythm.]

[Note: The spiritual flow of the White Bone Demon's spine bone, glimpsed by the clone before its death, only scratches the surface of corpse-dissolving techniques and is insufficient to cultivate any cultivation methods.]

Fan Yuan looked at the options on the mirror, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"really!"

Although he did not directly acquire supernatural powers, the incomplete spiritual rhythm proved that he was on the right track.

If once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try ten times!

Fan Yuan opened his eyes, showing no sign of discouragement. He took out a Blood Recovery Pill from his storage bag, tilted his head back, and swallowed it. His pale face quickly regained its rosy hue.

"It will be some time before Tang Sanzang and his disciples arrive."

"That's enough."

Fan Yuan waved his hand again and took out a pile of new spiritual materials from his storage bag.

……

Three days later.

Twenty miles west of Qingmufang City, on a necessary road called Duanhun Valley.

A burly man wearing an animal skin vest and with a full beard was running wildly through the forest. His name was Zhang Liang, a rogue cultivator at the mid-stage of Qi Refining who had ventured out of the city to hunt monsters.

Zhang Liang was panting heavily, clutching a freshly picked herb tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with panic.

Suddenly, a cold wind rose from the ground.

"Where are you going, brave man, running so fast?"

A white figure, like a ghost, blocked their path.

This time, Madam Bai didn't even bother with the old treasure-hunting rhetoric. Since they were in the middle of nowhere and no one was around, she revealed herself directly as a pale-faced woman in plain clothes with cold eyes.

Zhang Liang suddenly stopped, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Get out of my way! I risked my life for this herb!"

Zhang Liang roared and immediately summoned the Blazing Crystal hidden in his sleeve.

"Go to hell!"

The crimson crystal transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight towards Madam Bai's face.

"A trivial skill."

Madam Bai snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain. The methods of a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator were child's play in her eyes.

She simply raised her sleeve and waved it lightly.

However, the moment the sleeve touched the Blazing Crystal.

"burst!"

Fan Yuan, far away in the market, coldly uttered a single word.

Boom!

This is a Blazing Crystal that Fan Yuan found in the market. It is extremely effective against evil and malevolent things. The fire wave generated by the explosion instantly engulfed Madam Bai's upper body.

For an ordinary cultivator, this blow would be enough to severely injure them, but for a ghost immortal, it was nothing more than a tickle.

However, what Madam Bai cared about most was the new skin she had just put on.

To prevent the flames from burning her skin, she subconsciously activated her supernatural powers.

In an instant, the flesh and bones separated, and the crystalline white bones shrank slightly inside the skin. A burst of yin energy erupted from the spine, erecting an invisible barrier that kept the flames out.

It was this shrinkage.

The second section of the spiritual text on the spine lit up.

This is the trajectory of spiritual energy transformation, the key to converting death energy into vitality and maintaining the body's integrity.

"what!"

Zhang Liang let out a scream, and the next moment a white bone claw pierced his chest.

Although he was dead, his eyes remained fixed on the glimmer of light peeking out from under the torn fabric of Madam Bai's clothes until his very last moment.

……

In Qingmufang City, Fan Yuan did not rest and swallowed another Blood-Replenishing Pill.

"Next."

……

Five more days passed.

A young nobleman dressed in a brocade robe and holding a folding fan appeared near White Tiger Ridge.

His name is Zhao Cheng, and he is a scion of a prominent family who came out to try his luck with a magical artifact.

Zhao Cheng looked arrogant, and the folding fan in his hand emitted a faint spiritual light, as if afraid others wouldn't know it was a magical artifact.

In Madam Bai's eyes, these fat sheep were practically walking blood banks.

This time, the process was even simpler.

Madam Bai didn't even show herself; she directly manipulated two green-haired zombies to attack.

"Monster! I am a direct descendant of the Zhao family, how dare you kill me?"

Zhao Cheng roared fiercely, but his voice was weak inside. At the same time, he frantically activated his folding fan, unleashing beams of golden light that protected him.

Although the golden light could not harm the corpse being refined, it was extremely dazzling and carried a pure masculine energy.

Madam Bai, hiding in the shadows, frowned slightly.

This masculine energy was the nemesis of her yin and evil corpse energy. Although it was weak, it made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Noisy."

She finally couldn't hold back and took action.

A long, white bone whip pierced through the air, shattering the golden light and wrapping around Zhao Cheng's neck.

In that instant, Zhao Cheng gripped the white bone whip tightly with both hands, frantically channeling all the spiritual power in his body into Madam Bai's body through the whip!

This is not an attack, this is a funeral procession.

However, this spiritual power contained a trace of Taiyi Qi that Fan Yuan had carefully prepared.

This sharp, metallic energy traveled along the white bone whip and penetrated into Madam Bai's body, piercing straight into her bone marrow.

"Um?"

Madam Bai felt a sharp pain in her bones and instinctively used her supernatural powers to expel the foreign energy.

The spiritual runes on the spine lit up again.

This time, it's the prelude to rejection and escape.

Click.

Zhao Cheng's neck was broken.

However, the trace of spiritual power he injected before his death acted as a probe, feeding back the details of the spiritual power circulation within the White Bone Demon's body to its original form.

……