With the Ox-Beast Clone serving under a Highness of the Space-Time Nightmare Beast Race, and that Highness providing his cultivation resources, most of Li Yilin's consciousness returned to his original body.
The Initial Universe.
Chaos City.
People came and went along the streets. Countless members of the Human Race, of all sizes and bizarre appearances, still sat on the rooftops on either side-
On the rooftop of a small building.
Returning from outside the city, Li Yilin pushed open the building's door, walked inside, and sat down on the sofa, his face weary.
I'm exhausted!
More than a month of nonstop fighting had left him feeling utterly drained.
[Your soul and will still aren't strong enough,] the system said. [At most, they're comparable to those of a King-Level Immortal. Too weak.]
"What can I do about it?" Li Yilin rubbed his face hard, took a bottle of liquor from his ring, and swallowed a large mouthful. The fiery liquor slid into his stomach, and the abundant cosmic energy it contained washed through his body. He sighed and collapsed onto the sofa.
"My soul can only grow stronger by cultivating in the Single-Horn Space, but I can spend so little time in there. The training
"isn't enough.
"If only I had a clone." Li Yilin tipped his head back. The veins stood out on his exposed neck, making it look both vulnerable and dangerous.
"I feel like my soul consciousness would grow faster if I could send a clone into the Single-Horn Space."
System: [-Host, you don't have to insist on using the clone from the system space.]
"Why wouldn't I use it if I can have a stronger one?" Li Yilin cast a sidelong glance, looking utterly imperious. "If I'm getting one, I want the best."