"Thank you for the kindness, Older Brother, but I have no need for a time clone." Xu Fan waved his hand in refusal.
Compared to a time clone, he trusted the three clones working as Tool Persons in the Underground Space more.
Over the years, he had already optimized the Clone Divine Ability to its limit.
Even if a Grand Unity Saint targeted him now, he could still survive.
"Are you sure you don't need one?" the White-haired Old Man urged again.
"If you're certain that I'll be able to resolve the Major Tribulation in life for you and your disciple someday, then you should trust me."
"If the day truly comes when I fall, I believe even your Time Hall won't be able to save me."
"So there's no need for you to trouble yourself, Older Brother."
The Fate and causality involved were exceedingly mysterious. Xu Fan feared that if he truly left behind a time clone, it would create many additional complications.
"Fine." The white-haired old man nodded.
His Innate Supreme Treasure was not omnipotent either. Under certain special circumstances, a time clone really would be useless.
After chatting for a while, the two parted ways.
Time flowed on, swift as a shuttle.
After a thousand years of uninterrupted preaching, supplemented by Time Treasures accelerating the disciples' cultivation—
Within the Hidden Spirit Sect, nearly thirty percent of the first three generations of disciples had cultivated to the peak of the True Immortal Stage, just one step away from becoming Golden Immortals.
Yet for that single step, no matter how Xu Fan painstakingly explained and imparted the Great Dao, not one disciple could break through the boundary.
The thousand years of preaching had come to an end. Xu Fan lay on the recliner in his Small Courtyard.
Gazing at