Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Chapter 140 Spiritual Artifacts

The fox demon clone moved with lightning speed, sweeping all the ordinary pills into the storage bag at its waist. Then, its gaze fell on the three jade bottles, which were being worshipped separately, at the very top of the stone platform.

The three jade bottles were sealed with dark gold talisman strips, on which flowed obscure Taoist cloud patterns, which were completely out of place with the demonic aura of the Wave Moon Cave.

The fox demon clone, along with the tray at the bottom of the jade bottle, was stored in the deepest part of the storage bag. These bottles of precious elixirs, whose value was unknown, would be studied later.

After collecting the pills, the fox demon clone turned and walked towards the weapon rack on the right.

The shelves were filled with a large number of magical artifacts, mostly low-grade and mid-grade, including knives, spears, swords, and halberds, all stained with a strong aura of bloodlust, clearly looted by the Yellow Robe Monster's subordinates.

The fox demon clones carefully selected and pocketed the best pieces.

Its gaze finally settled on the four wooden boxes in the very center of the weapons rack.

Upon opening the first wooden box, a stench wafted out, and inside lay a black shield.

Inside the second wooden box was a pair of leather boots engraved with blue wind patterns.

In the third wooden box was a dark red, narrow, curved knife.

"This is—a magical artifact!"

Fan Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He used his fox demon clone to carefully sense the aura flowing over several items. This spiritual energy fluctuation was steady and profound, far superior to that of magical artifacts.

His breathing quickened slightly, and joy deepened in his eyes.

Above magical artifacts are spiritual artifacts. Since these three items can exude such pressure, they are undoubtedly spiritual artifacts.

The fox demon clone carefully put away the three magical artifacts. Then, it took a deep breath and solemnly opened the fourth sandalwood box located at the top.

The moment the wooden box was opened, a surge of stellar energy shot into the sky, and the temperature inside the treasure vault plummeted.

Inside the wooden box lay a shuttle, its surface covered with fine star patterns and its dark gold color.

The aura emanating from this shuttle far surpasses that of the previous three spiritual artifacts!

It was most likely used by the Yellow Robe Monster in the past, and is imbued with his star-origin aura, so its power far exceeds that of the previous two spiritual artifacts.

"My darling!"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Fan Yuanqiang knew that every moment he stayed here would bring more uncertainty. He immediately commanded his fox demon clone to carefully put the sandalwood box into his pocket.

After everything was settled, he lingered without hesitation and turned to leave the treasure vault.

On the way out of the cave, there were piles of monster corpses scattered about. The fox demon clone immediately stepped forward and began to collect them selectively.

The fox demon's clone used its hands to create afterimages, continuously stuffing the corpses of these demonic beasts into its storage bag.

It only stopped moving when all five storage bags hanging on its body were completely stuffed full, leaving no gaps.

Looking around, the most valuable items in Wave Moon Cave had been looted.

The fox demon clone did not linger and immediately returned along the same route.

In the quiet room of the inn in the capital of Baoxiang Kingdom.

Fan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Got it!"

This was the most fruitful he had ever gained since crossing into this world; the depth of Wave Moon Cave far exceeded his previous expectations.

Without any hesitation, Fan Yuan immediately used the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] to issue an order to Wang Ke, the human clone who was lurking somewhere in the capital, to come and meet the fox demon.

Two hours later.

Twilight.

Wang Ke returned to the inn silently, placed five heavy storage bags in front of Fan Yuan, and then left again as instructed.

Looking at the five storage bags in front of him, Fan Yuan let out a long breath, feeling relieved, and could no longer hide the joy on his face.

"Wave Moon Cave - Yellow Robe Monster, thank you for your gift."

Fan Yuan immediately set to work, counting the contents of the five storage bags one by one and arranging them in the open space of the quiet room according to their categories.

The corpses of demonic beasts and a jumble of magical artifacts were piled up to one side, to be used as materials for refining cannon fodder clones in the future.

He put the twelve bottles of Xuanming Bone Forging Pills and the eight bottles of Blood Spirit Pills into his personal storage bag.

He erased the faint original marks from the three magical artifacts.

Fan Yuan examined the remaining three jade bottles with dark gold talismans attached, but did not rashly allow his clone to test the medicine.

He decided to have his clone Shen Feng from Wuzhuang Temple investigate its purpose before making any plans. If the pills in the bottle were to be of great benefit to his main body, wouldn't it be a pity to try it rashly?

Afterward, he placed the jade bottle separately into a jade box that was sealed to prevent it from absorbing any aura, and then turned his gaze to the sandalwood box.

He slowly opened the wooden box, and inside lay the dark golden shuttle, exuding a chilling sharpness.

Fan Yuan did not choose to refine it for his own use; this treasure had a better destiny.

He formed a hand seal and directly injected it into the [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror] in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a full incense stick's time had passed, the figure of a half-human, half-demon weasel slowly emerged from the mirror.

[Mystic-level clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: nine

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[Race: Demon Race]

[Cultivation Level: Early Stage of Dao Integration]

Delivery area: within a radius of fifty li (approximately 25 kilometers).

"To be in harmony with the Dao!"

Fan Yuan murmured softly, a barely suppressed smile slowly curving his lips. He had finally condensed an avatar with a cultivation level higher than his original body!

Without hesitation, he immediately sent his divine sense into this clone of the Dao Integration Realm.

In the instant his consciousness shifted, Fan Yuan felt that the world before him had completely changed.

It was no longer the narrow, quiet room that the naked eye could see, but rather countless crisscrossing threads of spiritual energy.

He looked inward at himself.

At the dantian, spiritual energy was no longer in a gaseous or liquid state, but rather a vast and boundless starry sky.

The spiritual energy had become completely materialized, slowly rotating like a nebula, each rotation containing an inexplicable power.

The meridians are as wide as rivers, and spiritual energy surges within them, emitting a roar like a tsunami.

But what shocked Fan Yuan the most was his sea of ​​consciousness.

During the Refining Spirit stage, the sea of ​​consciousness is merely a void space that has been opened up, and the divine soul within it is just a blurry phantom.

At this moment, in the center of the consciousness of this Dao Integration Realm clone, sat a tiny figure with the exact same appearance as the clone.

The tiny figure radiated a dazzling golden light, with clear, almost tangible features, and was meditating with its eyes closed.

Fan Yuan had a sudden thought.

The golden figure in his sea of ​​consciousness left his body and floated in mid-air in the quiet room, its feet barely touching the invisible ground, its body surrounded by flowing light.

Soul leaving body!

Fan Yuan's perspective at this moment was extremely strange. He looked at the clone sitting cross-legged below. Although the body was full of vitality, in the eyes of the golden little man at this moment, it was like a soulless shell.

He tried to control the little figure to move around in the quiet room.

The little man has no weight, is not bound by gravity, can pass through walls as if they were in an empty place, and can see the trajectory of every speck of dust in the air.

This is a kind of omniscient illusion.

But soon, Fan Yuan realized something was wrong.

As the little figure approached the window of the quiet room and came into contact with a wisp of breeze from the outside, a violent ripple spread across the originally solid golden surface of the figure, and a stinging sensation like being pricked by needles emanated from it.

"So weak."

Fan Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

This breeze is imperceptible to the physical body, but to the departed soul, it feels like a steel knife scraping the bone.