Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

Lin Chen's orders kept coming:

"Tong Meng, split off a dharma-form clone.

Bring out the skills you've kept hidden up your sleeve. Hold nothing back, hide nothing.

Pour every scrap of cultivation you've amassed in the path of illusions over your entire life into it!

Because what you're shaping isn't a hollow shell of a false body—

It's another living, breathing you!

Better yet, make it stronger than your main body!"

Those words struck Tong Meng squarely in the chest, making his brows knot.

A clone stronger than the main body?

This utterly surpassed the bounds of his understanding. It could even be called a desperate gamble.

Yet there was not a trace of jest in Lin Chen's eyes.

"...All right!"

Tong Meng clenched his back teeth. His chest swelled sharply, his lips opening and closing as a thick, seven-colored Mirage Qi surged from his mouth.

This time, the Mirage Dragon, ever so adept at preserving his own life, was truly going all out!

The instant the Mirage Qi left his mouth, Tong Meng's fleshly body actually faded a little, as though half his blood and flesh had truly been ripped away and poured into that mass of Mirage Qi.

Cao E was the first to sense the disturbance in that thread of spiritual power. Her delicate brows drew together.

"He's cutting away the foundation of his own cultivation?"

"More than just his foundation."

Ji Gong's murky old eyes suddenly lit up, and he lowered his voice.

"What he's cutting away is his own 'truth.'

This trial is rather like severing delusion in our Chan Gate.

Usually, this little dragon uses false bodies to deceive others.

But today, he first has to deceive his own fate..."

Zhu Yingtai's heart tightened at his words, and she could not help asking softly,