Within Ye Zhen's spirit palace, a Four-Colored Primordial Spirit nearly two inches tall sat suspended at the very center, emitting a faint Spiritual Light. Countless hidden channels linked the primordial spirit to the seven spirit pillars within the spirit palace, and innumerable gleams of light flashed through them.
At that instant, Ye Zhen felt that after condensing his primordial spirit, his control over his physical body and spirit palace had risen to another level.
Of course, it was not that his previous control over his body and spirit palace had been incomplete. Rather, everything now seemed far more transparent and thorough.
Every spirit pillar was imprinted with countless Dao patterns, but now, when he activated and sorted through each Dao pattern, he could see every detail of the spiritual power circulating through every line of every pattern with far greater clarity.
This allowed Ye Zhen to activate those Dao patterns with the least possible expenditure of power.
The next moment, Ye Zhen's divine sense stirred. With a slight sway of his shoulder, a cluster of Mirage Clones scattered in every direction.
"Eighteen!"
Ye Zhen's mouth suddenly fell open wide enough to fit a fist inside.
Before this, he could divide out at most six Mirage Clones. Yet now, having just condensed his primordial spirit, the number of Mirage Clones he could create had tripled in one stroke!
Three times!
Just imagine it: Ye Zhen could instantly conjure eighteen Mirage Clones indistinguishable from the real thing. Even Dao Realm experts could only locate Ye Zhen's true body by attacking those Mirage Clones.
No matter how fast they were, killing eighteen Mirage Clones would still take time. One could well imagine that it would surely buy Ye Zhen precious moments.
That was their use when fleeing from top-tier experts. In battle, the