"Heaven Beyond Heaven Incarnation..."
Mu Chen looked thoughtful.
Simply put, this divine ability created a clone.
This clone could go anywhere in your place.
Of course, its combat strength would be considerably reduced.
But its main advantage was convenience, and whether it was killed or destroyed, the original body would not be affected at all.
Since it was not particularly troublesome, Mu Chen learned it in just ten years.
No sooner had he learned it
than he created a clone, which impatiently raced toward the center of the Primordial World.
Although he did not dare go himself, sending a clone to watch the commotion was no problem.
Along the way,
the fighting in the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation remained brutal.
Above the unbroken mountain ranges, giant dragons and fire phoenixes could be seen fighting from time to time, unleashing innate divine abilities one after another, battling until heaven and earth collapsed and vast oceans burst apart.
The qilin had already been defeated.
Now the dragons and phoenixes were locked in mortal combat!
The sky and sea were stained red with blood, the land split apart, and seawater flooded inland. It was terrifying beyond measure.
Along the way, Mu Chen alone saw the corpses of over a hundred true dragons and fire phoenixes with the strength of Daluo Golden Immortals lying on the ground.
An incomparably harrowing presence and the stench of blood flooded Mu Chen's five senses.
This was too fucking brutal!
"This really isn't a place for anyone to stay!"
Mu Chen sighed.
No sooner had he spoken
than the shock wave from a fireball happened to reach the ground where he stood.
He was melted in an instant.
Above the sea of clouds,
Mu Chen opened his eyes, not discouraged in the slightest.
Again!
At his current True Immortal realm, a single clone consumed roughly ten years' worth of accumulated magical power.
Ten years.
What did that count for?
Mu Chen did not care in the slightest.
After all, whatever else the Primordial World lacked, it had plenty of time.
Over the next hundred years or so,
Mu Chen sent out more than a dozen clones in succession.
He could be said to have witnessed the entire course of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation firsthand.
After those hundred years, the Dragon and Phoenix Races began to decline.
Demon Ancestor Luohu rose to prominence.
He sought to attain the Great Dao of a Sage through slaughter in the Primordial World, and for a time, none could rival his prominence.
The living beings of the Primordial World were plunged into a storm of bloody winds and crimson rain.
It was even more brutal than the war between the dragons and phoenixes.
One day,
Mu Chen's clone came to the edge of a towering cliff.
He had merely been wandering around, waiting to die along the way.
Instead, he happened upon a white-haired old man in gray robes.
The old man stood at the cliff's edge, gazing into the distance with sorrow written all over his face.
Curious, Mu Chen spoke with him briefly.
Only then did he discover that the old man was lost because the living beings of the Primordial World were suffering devastation, corpses littered the land, yet he did not know how to save them.
Mu Chen remarked casually with a smile.
"What's so hard about that? Whoever destroys Luohu will claim all the fortune of this wild world for himself, and the Primordial World will immediately enjoy peace for tens of thousands of years."
The gray-robed old man said thoughtfully,
"Luohu's cultivation now reaches the heavens, and he has the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation to kill his enemies, as well as countless armies of the Demon Sect. How can we fight him?"
Mu Chen smiled faintly.
"Does he have more people, or are there more people throughout the Primordial World being killed by him? Don't you know how to gang up on someone?"
"Gang up?"
The gray-robed old man frowned in thought.
This man is really stupid, Mu Chen thought, then explained,
"Two against one, five against three, ten against five!"
At those words, a glimmer of understanding appeared in the gray-robed old man's eyes, and he felt everything suddenly become clear.
So this was what it meant to gang up on someone.
The old man was overjoyed.
He gave Mu Chen a slight bow.
"Thank you, young fellow Daoist, for resolving a problem that has troubled me for years."
"What you have done today may save all living beings in the Primordial World. Your merit is boundless!"
"As a token of my gratitude, seeing how crude your Body Outside Body divine ability is, I shall bestow upon you the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Arts. Use them well!"
With that, he gently pointed a finger.
Mu Chen felt another great flood of memories instantly appear in his mind.
"You are..."
Mu Chen's eyes widened.
He immediately had a bad feeling.
Sure enough,
the gray-robed old man said with a faint smile,
"My name is Hongjun."