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

In an instant, he seemed to transform into that unruly stone monkey, holding an iron rod that could pierce the sky. Every move he made contained the supreme truth of concentrating power into a single point and shattering everything. He swung the rod thousands of times, each time demonstrating the ultimate application of force.

In another instant, he seemed to transform into the black bear spirit that occupied Black Wind Mountain, his feet firmly planted in the ground. With each exertion, he could draw upon the earth's veins and unleash a powerful force that could shake the mountains.

Two completely different, yet equally pursuing, insights into ultimate power, intertwined and merged wildly within his soul.

pain!

Indescribable pain!

Fan Yuan felt his soul being repeatedly torn apart and reassembled. He gritted his teeth, maintaining a sliver of clarity in his mind, and tried his best to absorb and understand this massive amount of information.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been ten thousand years.

When the torrent of information finally subsided, Fan Yuan collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, but his eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

In his mind, a brand-new technique for generating power, a secret art that compresses and condenses all the spiritual power, blood and qi, and even mental will of the whole body into a single point in an instant, and then bursts out suddenly, has already clearly taken shape.

It is not a complete set of techniques, but a pure force that exists for explosive power and destruction.

A flash of understanding crossed Fan Yuan's eyes. This secret technique combined the indestructible and unbreakable Daoist essence of the Golden Cudgel with the Black Bear Spirit's skills of uprooting mountains and shaking the earth.

"I'll call you... 'Mountain Collapse Force'!"

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Inside the cellar, Fan Yuan sat cross-legged, motionless for three days.

The spiritual energy around him rose and fell like the tide, and with each breath, it seemed to draw in all the spiritual energy in this small space.

In his mind, his understanding of the "Crushing Mountain Force" was like a brand, which he repeatedly disassembled, deduced, and recombined.

The destructive will originating from the Golden Cudgel and the Black Bear Spirit's mountain-shaking skills gradually merged into one in his soul, no longer conflicting with each other.

At one moment, Fan Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He slowly raised his right fist. Without gathering any strength, he simply focused his mind, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was instantly compressed onto his fist according to the method of "Crushing Mountain Force".

hum!

An invisible force burst forth from the tip of his fist, slamming hard against the earthen wall three feet in front of him.

After a muffled thunderous roar, the clod of earth, about ten feet square, vanished into thin air, leaving only a dark, deep pit, the soil around the edge of the pit turning to dust.

Fan Yuan withdrew his fist, a slight tearing sensation came from his right arm, and nearly half of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed.

"Three times the power, unleashing a devastating blow."

He muttered to himself, this was the power of the first level of the Mountain Collapse Technique, which instantly unleashed a power three times greater than his normal strength.

However, this secret technique places a great burden on the physical body. With his current physique, he would fall into a brief period of weakness after a single strike, so it can only be used as a last resort.

Even so, Fan Yuan was already satisfied.

These three days of seclusion not only allowed him to initially grasp the "Mountain Collapse Force," but more importantly, through comprehending this secret technique, he integrated the alchemy knowledge and spiritual energy circulation methods he had previously acquired from Guanyin Temple and Black Bear Spirit Alchemy Room, making his foundation more solid than ever before.

"I'm just one opportunity away from breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining."

Fan Yuan felt the abundant and refined spiritual energy within his body, stood up, and prepared to leave seclusion.

However, just as he was about to push open the stone slab at the cellar exit, an immense and boundless pressure descended from the heavens, instantly enveloping the entire Black Wind Mountain.

Fan Yuan's movements suddenly froze, a sense of awe from the depths of his soul almost making him kneel down.

This oppressive aura was different from Sun Wukong's ferocity and domineering nature, and also different from the Black Bear Spirit's wild and eerie nature.

It is vast, compassionate, and peaceful, yet it carries an unquestionable supreme authority. Under this oppressive force, all things appear insignificant, and all killing and strife seem laughable.

"It's her..."

Fan Yuan immediately held his breath, suppressing his aura to the extreme.

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away in a mountain stream, an inconspicuous sparrow clone was perched on a withered branch.

Fan Yuan's divine sense cautiously traveled through this avatar, which had no cultivation, to gaze at the sky above Black Wind Mountain.

In the eastern sky, a vast expanse of purple aura stretched for three thousand miles, with auspicious clouds paving the way and thousands of wisps of auspicious mist.

A majestic image, beyond description, slowly appeared, standing on a twelve-tiered golden lotus platform, holding a jade vase containing a verdant willow branch.

It is none other than the compassionate and merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering!

The peaceful Buddhist light emanating from the Dharma image alone was enough to cleanse the demonic aura that permeated the entire Black Wind Mountain. Countless plant spirits trembled in fear under this light, their ferocity vanished.

Fan Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He immediately severed most of his mental connection with the sparrow clone, retaining only a trace of the most basic and faint visual sharing.

He dared not have the slightest extraneous thought, for fear that even the slightest fluctuation of his divine sense would attract the attention of this powerful being.

He saw Sun Wukong standing under the Bodhisattva's lotus platform, scratching his head and explaining the whole story.

Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded slightly upon hearing this, her gaze falling on the Black Wind Cave below, and said calmly, "That wicked beast does indeed have some affinity with my Buddhist sect."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a figure hurriedly approached from below the mountain path.

He was a scholar dressed in a Taoist robe, with a thin face, holding a jade plate in his hand, on which were placed two radiant pills.

It was none other than the wolf spirit Ling Xuzi who came to celebrate the black bear spirit's birthday.

When Guanyin Bodhisattva saw him, a mysterious smile appeared on her lips. She said to Sun Wukong, "Wukong, go and hide behind that cliff while I do my thing."

Although Sun Wukong didn't understand why, he still somersaulted to the other side of the mountain.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's figure flickered, and her ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma form instantly vanished, transforming into a white-robed scholar who looked exactly like the wolf spirit Ling Xuzi, even the jade plate and elixir in his hand were identical.

The real Ling Xuzi had just reached the halfway point of the mountain when he saw a flash of golden light before his eyes, and an iron rod came crashing down on his head.

Before he could even react, Sun Wukong struck him with his staff, splattering his brains and revealing his true form as a giant gray wolf, leaving him lying dead on the mountain path.

High in the sky, Fan Yuan's sparrow clone took in everything.

"What a ruthless monkey, what a deep scheme."

Fan Yuan knew perfectly well that this was the Buddhist method: those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish. Ling Xuzi was unlucky; he just happened to run into the line of fire and became a victim of this game.

He saw Ling Xuzi, who was actually Guanyin Bodhisattva in disguise, carrying a jade plate, walking calmly towards the entrance of Black Wind Cave.

The show is about to begin.

Fan Yuan controlled the sparrow clone, not daring to approach, quietly awaiting the outcome.

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