Sea and sky offered fish a boundless leap; heaven was high enough for birds to fly free

Su Fan walked into the quiet room, then took a wooden puppet out of his Storage Ring.

He had replicated it based on the Witchcraft Path puppet from before. Although its functions, duration, and ability to take his place in death were all far inferior, it could at least be used reluctantly.

After all, he could replicate this thing in large quantities. As his experience in replication continued to grow and his crafting materials improved, it had already advanced tremendously compared to the past.

Su Fan held the wooden puppet in his left hand, formed a strange hand seal with his right, and muttered obscure Witchcraft School incantations.

Suddenly, a figure identical to him in build, appearance, and aura appeared in the air before him.

The scene was extremely eerie. Su Fan looked as though he were standing before a mirror.

He and his avatar were exactly alike. There was not the slightest difference even between the strands of their hair—they looked as if they had been carved from the same mold.

With a thought, Su Fan sent an idea to this avatar of his. The other immediately went to the center of the quiet room, sat down cross-legged, and began cultivating the "Primordial Chaos Qi Transformation True Scripture."

He took off his robe as well, folded it neatly, and placed it before the avatar.

Although he had long since noticed that the Feng Family had used their spies within the mountain gate to tamper with his robe, he had always pretended not to know.

Su Fan put the wooden puppet into his Storage Ring, then took out the Witchcraft Path wooden carving and placed it before him.

"Bang..."

Su Fan threw the corpse of a Deity Transformation Stage cultivator at his feet.

His gaze sharpened. Dense blood-colored witchcraft runes