After merging his clone into his main body, Ling Tian reversed the cultivation method. The little clone gradually dissipated, turning into seven glowing spheres. Ling Tian knew they were the power of the Seven Ethereal Souls. The power of the Seven Ethereal Souls returned to his five viscera, bone soul, and flesh soul. In Ling Tian's mind, the clone's Primordial Spirit did not merge into the Nascent Soul, but floated quietly beside it, connected to it. The Primordial Spirit power in his main body's Nascent Soul slowly flowed into the clone's Primordial Spirit.
The clone's Primordial Spirit had only just formed an independent consciousness, so it was not much different from a Nascent Soul. The two were still easily compatible. After receiving Primordial Spirit power from the main body's Nascent Soul, the clone's cultivation began rising at a jaw-dropping pace.
After finishing all this, Ling Tian was drenched in sweat. The sweat that had dried on him was soaked through once more, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. His face was pale as frost, making clear just how painful it was to reverse the clone cultivation method.
"Whew..." Half an hour later, Ling Tian let out a long breath. His eyes still held a lingering trace of fear. "That nearly killed me. To suffer so many times in a single day—it was sheer torture."
"Haha, that's what you get for taking matters into your own hands," Poxiong said, sounding thoroughly delighted at his misfortune. "If you'd asked me, Elder, you wouldn't have had to endure so much pain."
"Uh, fine." Ling Tian was helpless in the face of Poxiong's hindsight wisdom, so he consoled himself. "At least it wasn't all for nothing. I've confirmed that a clone can cultivate, and that it can cultivate both Buddhism and Daoism. That's certainly