After returning to Yingzhou Immortal Island, Yuan Yan did not rush to refine the Supreme-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure obtained through the trade, nor did he rush to distribute it.
Instead, he returned to the pavilion where he had previously entertained Houtu and Jiufeng, calmly looking at the spot where Jiufeng had sat.
He asked lightly, "Fellow Daoist Jiufeng, how much longer do you intend to hide?"
As soon as Yuan Yan finished speaking, a drop of essence blood brimming with Innate Fiendish Qi yet incomparably divine and holy quietly appeared. That drop of essence blood contained terrifying Great Dao power and instantly transformed into a human form.
At this moment, if Houtu were still here, she would surely have been astonished to discover that this figure was Jiufeng.
At some unknown point, Jiufeng had actually separated out a drop of essence blood and left it on Yingzhou Immortal Island, using it to manifest a clone.
Of course, the clone Jiufeng manifested from a drop of essence blood was not the kind that could cultivate independently and possessed combat strength equal to the original body.
Rather, it was a clone that could not cultivate on its own, whose strength depended entirely on how much power the original body had divided into it.
This clone technique was not some supreme Great Dao divine ability. It was merely a derivative divine ability of the Witch Clan's supremely powerful fleshly bodies, and every member of the Witch Clan knew it.
They could turn every drop of their blood, every strand of their hair, every fragment of their flesh... into clones, and could be reborn from a drop of blood.
However, this was not particularly meaningful! If their total power was ten thousand, then after they divided out a thousand clones with one unit of