"After undoing the three-in-one state, your original body's strength returned to its previous level, though somewhat weakened, and the clones appeared again." Mu Chen suddenly understood. "So this is your current state!"
Di Er Meng extended her right hand, raised her index finger, and wagged it from side to side. "There's still a slight difference. The clones split from the Three-Unity Realm are still clones, but my clones can all exist independently. Even if I die, they can still live on... Don't believe me? Try it."
As she spoke, Di Er Meng took out a dagger and slit her own throat.
Warm blood splashed across Mu Chen's face, and his mind went blank. He instinctively caught Di Er Meng's limp, collapsing body, his emotions indescribably complicated.
Seeing Di Er Meng die before his eyes caused him immense pain, but she had done it herself—and with that carefree, giggling attitude. It gave him an additional, bizarre sense of absurdity.
He even thought he was dreaming.
Mu Chen stared blankly at the remaining seven Di Er Mengs. His mouth opened, but no words came out.
The seven living Di Er Mengs overlapped and became one person again. She stepped forward and placed her hand on the dead Di Er Meng's body. Amid a flash of starlight, the corpse turned into a small, translucent insect with twelve segments and starry colors, quietly floating in Di Er Meng's right palm.
The instant Mu Chen saw the insect, his pupils contracted.
A Spirit Worm!
For no reason, he thought of the insect in Ninth Celestial Worthy's hand. A flash of insight streaked through his mind, as though something had linked every clue together, yet when he tried to think further, he could never grasp that fleeting inspiration.
"Did you see? A clone is the original