Canglan Divine Hall.
After a period of closed-eyed comprehension, Chen Longxiang finally opened his eyes in delighted surprise and looked toward Li Yun beside him.
"Daoist Li, this Immortal Art of yours is truly incredible!"
"To think it can condense a Formless Divine Blade and forcibly sever the part of my Dao and soul that has fused with the origin of the Canglan Realm, turning it into a clone!"
"And though the remaining original body's cultivation will weaken a little in the short term, it can still cultivate. Most importantly, it will no longer be bound by the karma of the Canglan Realm. With my experience, and with the clone using the origin of the Canglan Realm to assist me, my cultivation will recover very quickly, even surpass..."
"This Immortal Art is simply so profound it defies belief."
"Did you really think this up on the spot, Daoist Li?"
At this moment.
When Chen Longxiang looked at Li Yun, only one feeling remained in his heart: inconceivable.
In just that short little while.
He had only told Li Yun of his awkward predicament, yet Li Yun had actually come up with a way to help him escape it—and one that settled the matter once and for all.
Oh no. It could be said that by adopting Li Yun's method, he was not merely escaping his awkward predicament; he was gaining every advantage.
His true body would break free of the Canglan Realm's assimilation, could continue cultivating, and could even leave the Canglan Realm with ease.
Meanwhile, the severed clone could merge with the Canglan Realm without any misgivings.
This was equal to him being able to completely take control of the Canglan Realm without paying any price at all, turning the Canglan Realm into his own private back garden.
This