First of all, the powerful combat strength of the True Dragon Clone is enough to make many cultivators feel ashamed. If it is completely successful, the clone's realm will be no less than that of the main body. Even a clone at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage has the powerful combat strength to instantly kill Mahayana cultivator. In future battles, it will play a decisive role!
The True Dragon Clone Avatar possesses the characteristics of the Dragon race, and the Dragon race's unique Blood Fiend Mystic Light an extremely terrifying energy. Although it is not as Power of Oblivion of Xu Long's main body, it is still unique in the world.
He also has a strong connection with the main body. Xu Long and his clone are connected in thought. As long as their thoughts are aligned, the two can separate or reunite, and there will no longer be any problem with the ability to be in two places at once.
The True Dragon Clone spends most of its time cultivating within its own body. Most of the resources it accumulates are transferred to the clone, so that the clone has ample time and resources to achieve maximum combat power in the shortest amount of time!
With their minds connected, Xu Long transferred all his experience from various battles and his understanding of the laws to his clone. The two understood each other perfectly, so there was no question of them lacking combat experience.
The immense energy within his body poured into the True Dragon Clone like a floodgate being opened, and the clone, tempered to be powerful enough, received the massive influx of energy from the main body like a bottomless pit.
With a massive influx of energy, the main body Xu Long was also transmitting his will to the clone, and all the experience and insights from past battles seeped into the clone along with the main body's powerful will.
The True Dragon Clone is powerful enough on its own, and the amount of energy it requires is enormous. Xu Long should thank the contributor of the Five Elements Qi fragments for providing energy at this crucial moment.
The aura emanating from the main body gradually faded, and the surrounding spiritual pressure, which had been frenzied at the beginning, had now become completely still. Xu Long's disheveled, angry hair gradually calmed down.
With the immense energy pouring into his body, the clone slowly awakened from its initial dormancy. Xu Long used his will to introspect on his True Dragon Clone, and a familiar yet unfamiliar energy emanated from it.
As the energy within his body slowly dried up, and the oppressive aura emanating from his clone gradually materialized, Xu Long attached his Indestructible Will to the last wisp of energy and sent it into the clone's body.
When the last wisp of energy and the Indestructible Will entered the clone body together, it instantly had a finishing touch effect, and a figure inside Xu Long's body suddenly opened its eyes.
The True Dragon Clone awakens!
Another Xu Long has been born in this world!
The successful True Dragon Clone Tribulation Transcendence Stage gave Xu Long another powerful reliance in this world. Because of the many uncertainties, he was always vigilant, and the best way to deal with uncertainties was to have great strength!
Sensing the energy surging within the two bodies, Xu Long turned his gaze toward the direction of Mount Yunmeng.
It's time to settle some old scores!
He first sealed the enormous corpse of the Void Beast with his spiritual energy. The Void Beast contained a vast amount of blood and sustenance energy. Although it was dead for a time, it was soaked in the lake water and would inevitably be contaminated with foul air.
He's sealing it with spiritual energy to prevent the growth of any filth. Xu Long is still quite interested in its unique spatial barrier power. He'll have the Red Queen study it after they return to the Great Wilderness Main World. Maybe the Queen can come up with some new inventions.
With a soft "hum," the Void Beast's corpse, which had been submerged in the lake, vanished without a trace. The water that had been overflowing due to the corpse now flowed back into the lake, carrying with it mud and sand.
Xu Long waved his hand, and a dark shadow came whistling through the clouds. He stepped into the void and when he withdrew his foot, he was already inside the thick clouds. A fierce gust of wind swept by, leaving a distant eagle cry in the sky above Zhuzhou City.
Mount Yunmeng.
A huge, ferocious gray skull descended from the sky, its body exuding a foul, putrid stench, and suddenly swooped down towards the mountain peak.
The purple smoke and colorful clouds that used to float on Mount Yunmeng were instantly blown away by this bloody wind. The Luan Crane and cranes that usually danced gracefully in the mountain streams and ponds were frightened by the spiritual pressure emanating from the skull and flew away in panic. The peace and tranquility of Mount Yunmeng was shattered in an instant.
Some of the panicked Yun He flew straight toward the gray skull. As they approached the skull's body, Yun He massive wings were suddenly engulfed by a hurricane of putrid fumes.
A hurricane rippled through the air, instantly engulfing Yun He. Upon seeing this, the gray skeletal bodies behind it twisted and scrambled forward. Yun He didn't even leave a trace of its soul in this world, as if it had never existed in the universe.
On Mount Yunmeng, only a mournful cry remained.
As the hurricane drew ever closer, the remaining Yun He scattered in disarray. A ring of gray flames burned around the edge of the skull's body, and it surged forward, drawing in a dense cloud that enveloped Mount Yunmeng. The stench rising from the surrounding area could be smelled for miles away, as it seemed determined to devour the entire Mount Yunmeng.
A hurricane beneath the dense clouds whipped up gray flames, swirling around a giant skull. It raged wildly, obscuring the Mount Yunmeng, and an ominous aura enveloped the Mount Yunmeng's tranquility.
" The Heavenly Palace really thinks highly of an old man like me, actually sending you into the mortal realm to find me. Put away your gray crows; our affairs shouldn't involve the innocent."
Just before the hurricane completely enveloped the mountaintop, a powerful voice suddenly resounded through the sky, instantly halting the raging storm. A Qingfeng blew through, causing the gray flames around the skull to dance wildly.
The ominous aura surrounding Mount Yunmeng suddenly froze.
Hehehe...
"It is my honor to be sent to see Yuan Gong!"
The skull in the sky grinned, making a human-like expression, except its face was covered in gray flames and emitted a strong stench of decay. Its fleshless body suddenly emitted a sound that sent chills down one's spine.
After the skull finished speaking, it opened its mouth wide, and its cheeks swelled up like a human face. A strong, putrid stench transformed into a hurricane and swept down towards Mount Yunmeng.
"Snort!"
With a furious snort, a figure flashed from the mountaintop, cleaving the hurricane in two with a wave of his hand, ignoring the scorching gray flames, and forcefully smashed one side of the skull apart.
The scattered skull parts transformed into gray crows, then instantly solidified again.
It turns out that the enormous skull was actually made up of crows.
Hehehe...
" Yuan Gong, Shankui has been waiting for you."
The gray crows fluttered up and down, and the gray skull grinned, seemingly laughing at the light and shadow.
Suddenly, gray flames erupted all over its body, as if it were ready for battle.
The light and shadow spread out their palms, and a hurricane of putrid fumes returned to the skull's side. He looked up at the clouds in mid-air, reached out and parted the dense clouds again, and a beam of light landed on Mount Yunmeng, which was shrouded in a gray hurricane.
He casually plucked a wisp of his own shadow and sent it into the Mount Yunmeng, then looked at the skull and pointed towards the sky.
A crack silently opened in the sky, revealing a spatial barrier. The light and shadow was the first to leap into the crack. The skull stared intently at the light and shadow's every move. Seeing him enter the spatial crack, it suddenly blinked intelligently, then turned half its face and looked longingly at the Yun He on Mount Yunmeng.
"What a pity... tsk..."
With a single, massive inhalation, the enormous hurricanes of putrid air surrounding them were instantly drawn back in. Gray flames enveloped their entire bodies, and the skull-like skull rapidly disintegrated. The gray crows transformed into a dense gray cloud, following the light and shadow as they moved into the spatial rift.
As the dense clouds above dissipated, the sudden disturbance ceased abruptly, and Mount Yunmeng seemed to return to its usual tranquility.
" Dansheng, the people from the Heavenly Palace have already found Mount Yunmeng. I can no longer continue teaching you the Heavenly Book Heavenly Book. You must understand its contents as soon as possible, remember my words, remember your original intention, and don't let your teacher down!"
"Here you go, this is the Divine Brush. Remember this well: you must never let anyone else get your hands on Divine Brush. You can only begin to draw after you have learned the contents of the Heavenly Book. Always remember your original intention to benefit the world. I'm leaving!"
"Master! Master! Where are you going? Did you abandon Dansheng? Master... Master..."
The boy, his voice trembling with sobs, followed the shadow all the way to the edge of the mountain. He cried out for his master and reached out to grab the shadow's clothes, but the shadow grew fainter and fainter.
The boy stopped in the sunlight, a thin shadow in front of him staring at him.
A gentle breeze blew by, the shadow vanished, and two drops of water fell one after the other at the boy's feet.
Sunlight once again bathed the mountaintop, and the Luan Crane and cranes flew back to the mountain stream. Mount Yunmeng was still Mount Yunmeng, and the boy was still the same boy.
After a long while, the boy walked back to the stone wall at the top of the mountain. His master and he had once lived in a thatched hut here, and profound and obscure characters were carved on the stone wall. He had already understood these characters under his master's teaching.
He took out a sheepskin scroll from the thatched hut. The scroll exuded an extremely ancient aura, as if it had been rediscovered in some forgotten world. It was densely covered with many characters, which were originally written on a stone wall and had already been translated.
He opened the scroll, and the workings of the universe suddenly stopped.
Looking at my former master's handwriting, the parchment scroll depicted mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, cities and fields, colorful clouds and sunsets, gods and ferocious beasts, and humans, Ghost Demons.
They appear as living beings on the scroll, corresponding to characters; as long as they exist in the world, it seems that only a single sentence is needed to depict their entire lives.
The boy continued to turn the pages of the scroll. Every page of the parchment was filled with text and pictures. The flowing ink was the law of this world, and the elegant handwriting was the truth of this world!
The Heavenly Book of Mount Yunmeng!
The boy was Dansheng, a disciple personally taught by Yuan Gong. He guessed that the people from the Heavenly Palace would find this place sooner or later, so he recorded the words on the stone wall in advance and then translated them word by word for Dansheng.
The original intention of Dansheng was to benefit the world, see through falsehoods, foresee disasters, stabilize order, and enrich the population.
This was the life philosophy that Yuan Gong had been instilling in him through constant admonitions. Dansheng had always regarded Yuan Gong as his biological father. Now that Yuan Gong had left his side, he could only understand this Heavenly Book Strategy by himself.
Dansheng watched in a daze as Yuan Gong used his Divine Brush to outline the Heavenly Book. He also knew what the Heavenly Book represented. Once it was outlined on the book, it would change the laws of the world, transforming them from natural thoughts into human obsessions.
Turning to the last page of writing, Dansheng looked at the scroll. The yellowed parchment was blank, and the pages exuded an ancient aura that drew one's attention.
It's as if it's deliberately telling the page-turner to quickly start writing and sketch the world in their heart, as if a voice is constantly bewitching them, urging them to write down their own true words!
For a moment, Dansheng was also bewitched by this magic. He unconsciously stroked the blank page, wanting to pick up the Divine Brush...
Divine Brush!
Oh, right, Master! Before he left, he said we must not carelessly trace the Heavenly Book, or it will bring great disaster.
Lost in thought before the Heavenly Book, Dansheng shuddered violently at the thought of his master's words.
He quickly regained his senses and looked at the blank pages on the parchment scroll again. He was completely calm, thinking of his master's posture when he opened the Heavenly Book and began to sketch.
Young people always like to imitate the people they admire; the master's heroic image has long been ingrained in their minds and bodies.
Dansheng remembered his original intention: to use the Heavenly Book to benefit the world, to relieve the suffering of the people, to learn the characters on the stone wall so that he could read the records in the Heavenly Book, and to fully understand the records in the Heavenly Book so that he could draw them himself.
He wanted to become someone like his master, someone who could sketch and draw in the Heavenly Book. Once Dansheng understood this, his heart was completely at peace, and the Heavenly Book's allure no longer posed a threat to him.
The towering Mount Yunmeng stands above the abyss, with two iron suspension bridges connecting the mountain to the land opposite. Auspicious clouds and purple smoke rise from the mountain peak once again, making this place look like a celestial paradise.
Places with auspicious Yun He, and phoenixes have been sacred sites since ancient times, but even if a sacred site that is too far away is very miraculous, people cannot go there to burn incense.
If there were a mountain that grants all requests and frequently grants miracles, everyone would definitely be happy to go there. Even though there are two shaky suspension bridges across the abyss, people would treat it as a glass walkway just because of the miraculous power.
Of course, what everyone likes most is that when they go to Mount Yunmeng to pray for divine intervention, they are never forced to buy incense or offer sacrifices to the Kami.
If you're so inclined, scattering a couple of handfuls of wheat bran to feed the Luan Crane on the mountain would be quite generous.
"Please, sage, grant me your favor! My four acres of land are far across the river. The wheat seedlings were only recently planted, and it hasn't rained for over a month. The seedlings are all turning yellow. This old woman has come to the mountain to pray to the sage for rain... Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Watching a woman in hemp clothing finish kowtowing at the foot of the mountain, Dansheng frowned as he emerged from his thatched hut atop the mountain. He hadn't seen anyone kowtowing at the foot of the mountain, praying for rain.
But the prayer for rain seemed to resonate directly within his heart; he didn't need to see the person seeking a miracle to already know about it.
Thinking of all the things that had happened to his master, Dansheng was amazed that it was indeed the work of a celestial being. He knew that after the old woman prayed for rain, she had carefully examined the climate calendar. After confirming that the drought and lack of rain were abnormal, he remembered what his master had done.
Dansheng tried hard to recall the way his master looked when he opened the Heavenly Book. He thought about how to bring rain during the unusually dry season and revive the withered wheat seedlings.
Dansheng hesitated for a moment before opening the Heavenly Book. His gaze lingered on the word "rain" for a long time, and he thought to himself that it would rain in the arid area around the old woman's wheat field.
Finally, he picked up a jade pen, and with slightly trembling hands, he sketched the two characters "rain" on a blank page.
The jade pen need not be dipped in ink; it can express one's thoughts on paper. For the first time, Dansheng's own handwriting appears on the blank parchment scroll, and the word "rainwater," which he has been caressing for a long time, is written by him for the first time.
Heavenly Book script, mantras and incantations!
As soon as the characters on the Dansheng were removed, the Power of Laws of heaven and earth surged forth. The mere two characters on the parchment scroll caused the stars in the heavens to turn upside down and the clouds to thicken.