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

Three distinct beams of light appeared on the mirror, transforming into three clear options.

[I. Cultivation Infusion: The meager blood and qi of the gray wolf.]

[Note: This is a condensation of the essence of flesh and blood from the Mountain Grey Wolf's clone. Obtaining it can replenish the host's deficiencies, strengthen the body, and extend lifespan by one year.]

[Part Two: Fragments of Memory: The Fearful Memory of Gray Wolf Being Killed.]

[Note: The extreme fear the clone felt upon death at the moment of the patrolling wolf demon; obtaining this item will deepen your perception of demonic energy.]

[Insight into the technique: The patrolling wolf demon's casual strike contained traces of rudimentary breathing techniques.]

[Note: The trace of spiritual energy flowing within the mountain-patrolling wolf demon's body when it strikes with its club can be obtained to gain a rudimentary understanding of cultivation methods.]

Fan Yuan's gaze was firmly fixed on these three options, and he began to analyze them quickly and calmly.

Option 1, [Minor Vitality], can replenish the essence he lost due to condensing his clone, and may even extend his lifespan by one year.

This is undoubtedly a godsend for a weakened body at this moment, and the temptation is immense. However, this is only a temporary solution and not a cure. In this world of gods and demons, a year of lifespan is but a fleeting moment.

Option two, [Fearful Memories]: He has already experienced death firsthand, and his awe of demons is already deeply ingrained. There is no need to deepen it with a meaningless memory.

Only option three, [Comprehension of the Technique]!

Fan Yuan's heart began to beat faster than usual.

This is the fundamental point!

What he lacks most right now is a method that can help him transcend the mundane and truly embark on the path to immortality!

In the world of Journey to the West, Taoist magic is not manifest in the world. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven for mortals to seek immortality and visit the Tao. Even if they are fortunate enough to enter a mountain gate, they are mostly outer disciples, and what they are taught is only some rudimentary breathing techniques.

Although it's just a rudimentary introduction, it's currently his only key to unlocking the door to cultivation!

"I choose three!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Yuan made his decision in his mind.

In an instant, the light representing the "comprehension of cultivation techniques" on the "Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror" suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a torrent of information that rushed into Fan Yuan's soul.

"boom!"

Fan Yuan felt a roar in his mind, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled out and instantly attached to a tall, strong body.

He saw himself transformed into the patrolling wolf demon, holding a heavy white bone club in his hand, surrounded by familiar mountains and forests, the air filled with the scent of grass and earth.

Immediately afterwards, a violent and bloodthirsty thought rose from the bottom of his heart. The blood and qi in his body were no longer lukewarm, but surges of violent and cold energy—demonic power!

"breathe--"

A basic breathing technique appeared in his mind as if by instinct. As he practiced this technique, he could feel the invisible, wisps of energy in the world being drawn into his body, circulating through a rough and domineering meridian for a full cycle, and finally converging into his dantian for his own use.

This process was rehearsed hundreds and thousands of times in his consciousness until every detail and every flow of spiritual energy became as natural as eating and drinking, turning into his own instinct.

It took Fan Yuan a long time to break free from that mysterious state.

He was still sitting cross-legged in the cellar, but his entire demeanor had undergone a dramatic change.

If before he saw only the confusion and struggle of mortals, now all that remains is the calm and resolute path to enlightenment.

He closed his eyes and began to try to guide the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, following the breathing technique he had developed from his understanding of the "Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror".

At first, there was no response.

He was not discouraged and tried again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, when he was almost exhausted, he finally caught a whiff of coolness in the air.

Become!

Fan Yuan was greatly encouraged. He carefully used his divine sense to envelop this extremely weak spiritual energy and guided it to slowly travel through his meridians according to the route of the incomplete cultivation technique.

This process was incredibly difficult, like opening a new channel in a silted-up riverbed, but with every inch he advanced, his meridians became stronger through the cleansing of that spiritual energy.

Silent all night.

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Fan Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Within his dantian, a wisp of white energy, thinner than a strand of hair, was quietly suspended.

The sensation of Qi has arisen; guide the Qi into the body!

Fan Yuan suppressed his inner elation and focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness, causing his appearance on the mirror to change accordingly.

[Host: Fan Yuan]

[Cultivation Level: Early Stage of Qi Refining]

[Technique: Qi-Guiding Technique]

Lifespan: 50 years remaining

Although he remained calm on the surface, his soul was already in turmoil. The words "early stage of Qi Refining" meant that he was no longer a mortal who could be slaughtered by others, but a cultivator who had truly embarked on the path of cultivation!

What stirred his heart the most was undoubtedly the words "Lifespan: Fifty years remaining." This made him almost want to roar to the sky. As long as he embarked on this path and could continuously grow stronger, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... immortality would no longer be an unattainable dream!

The excitement he felt at that moment far surpassed any wealth or power in the world; it was the first time since he came to this dangerous world that he had truly seen the dawn of his own.

......

Stepping out of the cellar and back into the sunlight, Fan Yuan felt as if the whole world had become different.

His steps were much lighter, the backaches and pains from years of hard work had disappeared, he could hear the chanting of monks in the distant monastery, and he could distinguish the dew, the soil, and the aroma of vegetarian food wafting from the kitchen in the distance.

The faint wisp of energy within his dantian, though insufficient for him to cast any spells, was constantly nourishing his physical body.

"Fireman! Fan Yuan! Where have you been? Get back to chopping wood!"

The shrill shouts of the steward came from not far away.

Fan Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately suppressed the relaxed feeling of being reborn, putting on a sleepy and exhausted look again. He hunched over and jogged over.

"I'm here, I'm here, Daoist Master. I had severe abdominal pain last night, which caused the delay," he explained in a hoarse voice, his head bowed.

The Taoist priest in charge waved his hand impatiently: "Enough nonsense! If you delay the elders' vegetarian meal, I'll skin you alive!"

Fan Yuan nodded obsequiously, walked to the woodpile, and picked up the familiar axe.

He weighed the axe in his hand; what had felt heavy before now felt as light as a feather. He took a deep breath and looked at a piece of hardwood as thick as an adult's thigh.

In the past, he would have needed to use all his strength to split it open.

but now……

He deliberately slowed down his movements, mimicking his usual strenuous posture, raising the axe high and then bringing it down with a mighty chop!

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, the hardwood split open, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

The other workers who were working with him all looked at him with surprise.