A cultivator could only create a limited number of clones, since the power of their Seven Ethereal Souls was finite. For most cultivators, producing even a few clones was no small feat; nine was already the absolute limit. Now, more than ten "Old Man Lings" had appeared, leaving countless people baffled and unable to make sense of it.
On the Yang Stage, Old Man Ling formed a series of strange hand seals. As they flowed, a man identical to him appeared, even sharing the same aura. He looked just like the one who had left the Yang Stage earlier.
"Hehe, Grandpa, this Minor Daoist Art is amazing! I want to learn it someday too." Ling Yue grinned, her face full of eager anticipation. "Not only does he look the same, but the soul aura he gives off is very similar too. If someone didn't have an unusual eye technique, they probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart at all."
"Mm. These are puppet dolls, imbued with Elder Ling's soul aura and a few concealing techniques. Outsiders would have a hard time telling which is real," Ling Tian said with a nod. Then he looked at Ling Yue. "You can learn it later if you want, but the materials are very precious."
"Ling Tian, now that we have these puppet dolls, the people monitoring us throughout Chaos City must be in disarray. The Immortal Spirit Palace people blockading us outside the planet have been thrown off too," Tian Xin said, pointing at the Profound Heaven Mirror before them. "The Heavenly Demon has already left, so we can make our move. It's completely safe now."
Old Man Ling had just finished forming the last seal. Looking at the Heavenly Demon in the Profound Heaven Mirror, he said, "These puppets can fool