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

Black Wind Cave is the lair of the Black Bear Demon, which has been operating for hundreds of years. It contains not only various rare and precious materials, but also cultivation manuals that the Black Bear Demon has collected from all over the world.

Most importantly, when Sun Wukong goes to ask for the cassock, he will fight a great battle with the Black Bear Spirit outside the cave. At that time, the Black Wind Cave will definitely be empty!

……

The air inside the cellar on the back hill was stuffy.

Fan Yuan sat cross-legged, with the last of his possessions, which he had plundered from Elder Jinchi, laid out in front of him: five low-grade spirit stones and the remaining four healing pills in the bottle.

Fan Yuan's eyes flashed, his mind calculating very clearly.

Black Wind Cave is different from Guanyin Temple. It is a true lair of demons, with no place for humans to stand. If a mortal being were to go there in disguise, it would probably be eaten by the patrolling demons before even reaching the cave entrance.

"In the struggle for supremacy, one either advances or falls behind. If you are stingy with worldly possessions today, you will be fish on someone else's chopping block tomorrow!"

Fan Yuan gritted his teeth and, without further hesitation, threw the five spirit stones, which were still warm from being handled, along with the bottle of pills, into the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ancient mirror trembled, emitting an unprecedented roar.

Instead of the clear air flowing across the mirror, a dense crimson light emerged, exuding a savage, primordial aura that seemed to connect to the ancient demon realm.

Fan Yuan closed his eyes. Taking advantage of the breakthrough in his cultivation, he had recovered about 80-90% of the depleted essence he had previously lost. Once his aura stabilized, he no longer hesitated and condensed another drop of his heart's essence blood containing the spiritual essence of the mid-stage Qi Refining stage, which he then dripped into the mirror of his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Build the foundation with spirit stones, shape it with elixirs, and imbue it with spirit essence and blood... Condense!"

With a low shout, the blood-red light in the mirror intensified, and countless runes intertwined and recombinated in the light. Fan Yuan stared intently at the cocoon of light, his breath almost stopping.

This is all he currently possesses, and it is also his bargaining chip for whether he can fish in troubled waters in the Black Wind Mountain game. Success or failure hinges on this!

After half an incense stick's time.

[Intermediate clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: one

[Account feedback rate: 10%]

[Race: Wolf Demon.]

[Cultivation Level: Transformation Stage (equivalent to the early Qi Refining stage for human cultivators).]

Delivery area: within a ten-mile radius.

"It's done!"

Looking at the body in the mirror that exuded demonic energy, Fan Yuan's heart pounded wildly. He had only invested a few low-grade spirit stones and a few pills, and this clone had undergone a qualitative transformation from a mortal beast to a demon beast.

A crazy idea began to grow wildly in Fan Yuan's mind:

"If I were to find a ten-thousand-year-old elixir, a newly acquired spiritual treasure, or even the remains of a legendary great being and put them into it... could this [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] evolve into an external avatar of an Earth Immortal, a Celestial Immortal, or even a Great Luo Golden Immortal who transcends the Three Realms?"

The thought made Fan Yuan's breathing quicken, and his eyes revealed an uncontrollable fervor and ambition. If that day really came, why would he need to walk on thin ice in this Journey to the West world?

But in the next instant, the fervor in Fan Yuan's eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a clarity and desolation like a deep pool.

"wishful thinking."

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, a bitter smile curving his lips.

Not to mention that those legendary divine objects are all bound by great karma and cannot be obtained by anyone but those with great fortune, even with his current meager cultivation at the Qi Refining stage, he would probably not be able to enjoy such a treasure and would only bring about his own demise.

Moreover, if the original body's soul is not strong enough to control a celestial-level clone, it will likely be devoured by the clone in an instant and become a walking corpse.

"A clone is ultimately a protective technique; the cultivation of the main body is the foundation of longevity. If the main body is as weak as an ant, even if one has a powerful clone, it is nothing more than a child carrying gold in the marketplace, a path to certain death."

Having grasped this point, Fan Yuan took a deep breath, his spiritual energy circulated within him, and his mind returned to clarity.

"Deliver!"

He was silent.

The Primordial Mirror of Myriad Forms trembled slightly, and the wolf demon clone instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing from the mirror and reappearing in a dense forest ten miles away.

Fan Yuan separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and placed it into the demon's body.

boom!

This is no longer a four-legged beast, but a wolf demon that walks upright!

Standing over seven feet tall, its body was covered in stiff, iron-gray fur, its muscles were bulging and full of explosive power, and its huge wolf head was ferocious and terrifying, with eerie green eyes, exposed fangs, and sharp claws at its fingertips that gleamed like daggers.

Fan Yuan manipulated his wolf demon clone to move his limbs and feel the surging demonic power within his body. Although it was only at the early stage of Qi Refining, the strength of this physical body far surpassed that of human cultivators of the same level.

"Next, it's time to pay our respects to the powerful figures."

……

Black Wind Mountain is 20 miles away from Guanyin Temple.

The mountains here are steep and rugged, with jagged rocks, and are shrouded in a black miasma all year round. In the forests, you can see skeletons hanging from the treetops everywhere, some human and some wild, making it eerie and terrifying, with a strong sense of evil.

A gray figure moved through the dense forest like a ghost.

Fan Yuan controlled his wolf demon clone without any attempt to conceal it. Instead, he deliberately released his Qi Refining stage demonic energy and swaggered towards the Black Wind Cave.

In this demonic realm, hiding your face will only make you a target for prey. Only by demonstrating sufficient strength and the presence of your own kind can you earn the right to speak with them.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a treacherous pass.

"stop!"

A loud shout came from behind the pile of rocks.

Immediately afterwards, a foul stench swept over us, and seven or eight strangely-looking little demons jumped out and blocked our way.

The leader was a wild boar that had become a demon, with a huge boar head on its head and a spiked club in its hand. Behind it were several fox spirits and dog spirits, each one ugly and deformed, but all looking fierce and menacing.

"Where did this wild wolf come from? Doesn't it know the rules? Daring to roam freely in King Black Wind's territory!"

The pig demon stared with its murky eyes, scrutinizing Fan Yuan's wolf demon clone from head to toe. Sensing the considerable demonic aura emanating from the other, it gripped its spiked club even tighter.

In the demon realm, the law of the jungle prevails. The intrusion of a strange, powerful demon often means the threat of territory grabbing.

Fan Yuan stopped and glanced at the group of demons. He wasn't there to seize territory; he was there to infiltrate.

To gain access to the core secrets of the Black Wind Cave and to take advantage of the chaos when Sun Wukong attacks, one must have a legitimate identity.

Faced with the pig demon's rebuke, Fan Yuan did not draw his sword.

To the astonishment of the lesser demons, the ferocious wolf demon slowly withdrew its ferocity, straightened the tattered robe it had stripped from a corpse, and then…

Hands clasped together.

"Amitabha."

Fan Yuan controlled his clone, bowed slightly, and performed a Buddhist greeting that couldn't be more perfect.

This scene is extremely incongruous.

A wolf demon, who eats raw meat and drinks blood, stood on Black Wind Mountain, littered with corpses, and chanted a Buddhist prayer to a group of man-eating monsters.

The pig demon was stunned, and almost dropped the spiked club in its hand.

"You...you wild wolf, have you lost your mind?" the pig demon stammered. "What kind of gibberish are you spouting?"