Inside the main Cave Abode of Heavenly Cauldron Palace, Zhao Hao looked calm.
He opened his palm. The ancient stone bowl, the [Profound Heaven Void-Nether Bowl], hovered quietly above it. Within its self-contained space, seventeen weakened yet still formidable auras lay suppressed.
Three at the Mahayana Late Stage, five at the Mahayana Middle Stage, and nine at the Mahayana Early Stage.
This force was enough to make even the Spirit World's greatest races think twice.
"I happen to be short on clones. I might as well turn them all into clones."
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Hao willed a figure to be forcibly drawn out of the bowl's inner space. The captive had already fallen into a bewildering inner-demon illusion.
It was the male cultivator of the Sea King Race.
His cultivation was the lowest, only at the Mahayana Early Stage. Zhao Hao had also captured him once before, leaving him injured and his origin unstable. He was the ideal opening.
Zhao Hao stepped forward, raised his right hand, and extended a finger.
At his fingertip, a wisp of golden immortal power intertwined with chaos law as he activated the ninth-grade divine ability, [Plant Demon in the Dao Heart].
Yet the instant his fingertip touched the man's brow, resistance far more tenacious than expected erupted from the depths of the Sea King Race cultivator's origin!
A Mahayana cultivator's primordial spirit and flesh had long since fused into one. Even under suppression, the resilience of his fundamental will far exceeded that of Ying Feng, whose origin had been severely damaged.
The black demon seed struggled to penetrate. With every fraction it advanced, the drain on the ten percent of immortal power in Zhao Hao's body intensified. The corruption proceeded exceptionally slowly.
"Interesting."
Zhao Hao raised an eyebrow. Rather than growing impatient,