As a clone, Su Mo did not harbor too many misgivings.
Aside from his true body and the Bai Yan clone in the Eighth Soul Pavilion, he had mentally prepared the other clones to be discarded even before condensing them.
Therefore, he now prepared to ambush that Soul Clan Heaven-Splitting Realm expert and then seize all the resources here at the opportune moment.
Among the rolling Origin Mist-churning mountain ranges were dozens of small peaks. Atop the highest peak sat an exquisite palace.
That sole Heaven-Splitting Realm great power sat in command within the palace.
The churning Origin Mist drifted outside the palace. Su Mo's clone approached the palace imperceptibly.
The palace lacked any powerful defensive formations. The mist formed by Su Mo's clone had completely blended into the Origin Mist through the Great Dao of Mist, entering the interior of the palace along its gaps.
The space within the palace was vast. A young Soul Clan member was cultivating on a straw cushion, aura surging from his body and soul power rolling in billows.
Clearly, this person was at a critical juncture in his cultivation.
Bottles and jars were strewn before him, and a large quantity of pills was even scattered across the ground.
Although this Soul Clan member looked young, his cultivation had reached the Heaven-Splitting Realm, marking him as clearly no ordinary Soul Clan member.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Su Mo's clone's heart surged. If this person were not at the crucial juncture of his cultivation, even with Tong Tian-like methods, his success rate in launching a sneak attack against a low-level Heaven-Splitting Realm expert would be at most forty percent.
Yet now, as this person was deep in cultivation, the chances of a successful ambush increased massively, reaching a success rate of seventy percent.
A seventy-percent success