Qiu Tianyu's clone casually poured himself a glass of water from the dispenser beside him, then drank it in one gulp.
Drinking water was merely for show. His real purpose was to display his strength.
The clone was no different from the real person. Up close, one could even see the 108,000 pores across its body, each brimming with flowing mana. Simply standing there, it radiated immense pressure. This incomparably refined clone was no different from a living person, though it was unknown what price had to be paid to create such a clone.
Legend had it that in ancient times, creating people required no cost. Great powers could knead mud with their hands and make people from it.
Back then, people were merely tools for great powers' entertainment. If they liked them, they would grant them some benefits; if not, they could kill them at will.
But once people gathered together, they produced human aura. Human aura condensed into public aspiration, which communicated with heaven and earth and eventually won the favor of the Heavenly Dao. Only then was the Star Lord system gradually established.
The strong could not be too strong. Otherwise, to them, everyone else would be no different from mud and water, and they would never cherish them.
Now, Qiu Tianyu was showing signs of developing into such a great power.
The High Priestess felt cold sweat streaming down her forehead like centipedes crawling across her temples, leaving her itchy and deeply uncomfortable.
Yet she did not dare wipe it away, fearing that he would take the opportunity to do something and cause her to fall into his trap.
Qiu Tianyu set down the glass, turned back, and flashed a dazzling smile. The charm that hit her head-on seemed to brighten the entire surveillance room, making