Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

"Old buddy, I need to lend you a hand again."

The Golden Crow did not respond—it had no consciousness.

But that warm pulse quickened by half a beat, as if saying: Take it.

Zhong Lingyun took a deep breath.

A ray of golden light was separated from the source and precisely cut—no more, no less, exactly one-tenth.

The remaining essence dimmed slightly, but it was still pulsating and had not been extinguished.

One-tenth of the Golden Crow's essence floated in front of Yang Jian, radiating a dazzling platinum-gold light.

"Yang Jian, the process that follows will be very painful. Ten times more painful than the Dragon Blood Cleansing."

"I know."

"Your true spirit will be split in two. One half will remain in your physical body, and the other half will be infused with the Golden Crow's essence. That cleaving blow—is at the level of consciousness; your physical body cannot withstand it."

Yang Jian closed his eyes, and the third eye between his brows slowly opened.

"Let's do it."

Zhong Lingyun didn't waste any more words.

The Chaos Bell was powered by its position and was running at full capacity.

The Daoist essence of the innate treasure transformed into an invisible knife, slicing into Yang Jian's brow.

"Buzz—"

Yang Jian's true spirit manifested in the golden light of the Heavenly Eye—an extremely complex web of light woven from the power of the Crimson Brightness Divine Force, the True Fire of the Sun, the Lunar Essence, the Fire Seed of the Burning Technique, and the essence of dragon blood.

Each node of the optical network is the culmination of Yang Jian's eighteen years of cultivation.

What Zhong Lingyun had to do was to split this net of light in half.

The knife fell.

Yang Jian opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

It wasn't that I held back.

When the pain reaches a certain threshold, a person's throat will automatically lose its ability to produce sound.

The feeling of the true spirit being split open—not the pain of being slashed, but the fear of the "self" being torn in two.

The left half of Yang Jian is thinking "Who am I?", and the right half of Yang Jian is also thinking "Who am I?", and the answers given by the two "I"s are splitting.

"Stay calm."

Zhong Lingyun's voice came from a great distance, as if through a layer of water.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye shot out a beam of golden light—it was an instinctive reaction, the Heavenly Eye protecting his soul from being torn apart by the excruciating pain.

Half an incense stick.

Yang Jian's true spirit was precisely split in two.

Half of it remained behind his third eye between his eyebrows, merging with his physical body and remaining perfectly still.

The other half—like a spark scattered by the wind—drifted away from Yang Jian's body.

Zhong Lingyun drew the half-wisp of true spirit and guided it toward the one-tenth of the Golden Crow's origin that was floating opposite him.

The moment the true spirit touched the origin of the Golden Crow.

A burst of platinum-gold light erupted.

The core secret of Yao Lao's resurrection method in the Doupo World is to use rare and precious objects of heaven and earth as bones, remnant souls as seeds, and spiritual energy of heaven and earth as flesh to rebuild the physical body.

The core principle of the second primordial spirit cultivation method in the Desolate Era is that the differentiation of the true spirit does not mean the weakening of the true spirit.

After the separated half of the true spirit enters the wondrous object of heaven and earth, it will automatically complete itself in the new vessel.

The two systems meshed perfectly under Zhong Lingyun's control.

The Golden Crow's origin is bone.

Yang Jian used half a strand of his true spirit as a seed.

The primordial spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in.

"boom--"

The space inside the bell trembled violently.

An egg-shaped golden cocoon of light condensed from the platinum-gold radiance and floated opposite Yang Jian.

The surface of the cocoon is covered with the pattern of a three-legged golden crow.

The lines are pulsating, like a heart beating.

Yang Jian stared at the cocoon of light with his eyes half-open.

He could sense that there was "him" inside the cocoon of light.

It's not a clone, it's not an illusion.

It's another Yang Jian.

The skeleton is made up of the original Golden Crow, the blood flows with the true fire of the sun, and the inheritance of the three-legged Golden Crow is engraved in every cell.

His second true form is the Great Sun Golden Crow!

"Don't rush out."

Chung Ling-yun said, "Let it settle in the cocoon of light for three days. After three days, the cocoon of light will break open, and the physical body of the second entity can be fully formed."

Yang Jian shifted his gaze from the cocoon of light and looked down at himself.

After his true spirit was split in half, he did not feel any obvious weakness—just as the Second Primordial Spirit Cultivation Method states, the separated true spirit will replenish itself on its own.

At this moment, the half of his true spirit within him was repairing the gap at an extremely fast speed, like a severed lizard's tail regrowing.

There was just a subtle sense of emptiness.

It's like something's missing from my body—and something's gained at the same time.

"teacher."

"explain."

"After the second form is completed, will it have its own consciousness?"

"Yes. But I share memories and emotions with you. When you're in pain, it's in pain too; when you laugh, it laughs too."

Yang Jian thought for a moment.

"What does it look like?"

"The Golden Crow's true form—a three-legged Golden Crow. As for human form, let it choose for itself."

Yang Jian nodded, closed his eyes, and continued to regulate his breathing.

……

three days later.

The light cocoon shattered.

It doesn't explode suddenly, but rather peels off layer by layer, starting from the surface.

The golden shell dissipated into shards of light, revealing the figure curled up inside.

A boy.

He looks to be about the same age as Yang Jian, but his appearance is completely different.

Yang Jian has strong and aloof features, with his third eye between his eyebrows being his most prominent feature.

The boy who emerged from the cocoon of light had a more wild and handsome appearance—high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and pure gold pupils, unlike the black pupils of humans.

His hair wasn't black, but a very deep dark gold, like copper wire that had been sun-baked.

On his bare upper body, the patterns of the three-legged golden crow spread from his back to his chest, echoing the Crimson Bright God pattern on Yang Jian's back.

On his bare upper body, the patterns of the three-legged golden crow spread from his back to his chest, echoing the Crimson Bright God pattern on Yang Jian's back.

The boy opened his eyes.

Golden pupils met the golden light in Yang Jiantian's eyes.

Two gazes met.

There were no sparks, no confrontation.

It's like looking in a mirror—the person in the mirror doesn't look like you, but their eyes are exactly the same.

"You are—" Yang Jian began.

"I am you."

The boy responded, his voice half a octave lower than Yang Jian's, slightly hoarse, as if he had just woken from a long sleep.

Yang Jian extended his right hand.

The boy extended his left hand.

The two palms touch.

"boom."

The Burning Technique fire seed in Yang Jian's dantian and the Golden Crow Origin in the boy's chest resonated simultaneously, and the two forces formed a deep connection across their two bodies—not a merger, but a bridge.

"What's your name?" Yang Jian asked an unexpected question.

Zhong Lingyun listened from the side without interrupting.

The Golden Crow tilted its head slightly—a gesture that was exactly the same as the tilted-head Golden Crow that Taiyi had before it transformed.

If Bai Ze saw this scene, he would probably burst into tears on the spot.

"Your name is Yang Jian, and mine is Yang Jian too? Wouldn't that create chaos?"

The Golden Crow muttered something to itself, its voice carrying a subtle hint of frivolity.

This surprised Zhong Lingyun slightly.

After the true spirits separate, although the two individuals share memories and emotions, their personalities will deviate due to the different carriers.

Yang Jian's true form is a body forged from human blood and dragon blood, and his personality is cold and reserved.

The vessel of the Golden Crow's true form is Taiyi's Golden Crow origin.

The Golden Crow is naturally scorching and unrestrained.

and so……

"You come up with a name."

The Golden Crow himself gestured with his chin toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian thought for three breaths.

"Emperor Yang!"

"Um?"

The Golden Crow in its true form—Di Yang—smacked the name twice and grinned.

That smile was so bright it was almost blinding.

A smile that had never appeared on Yang Jian's face before.

"OK!"

……

The space inside the bell opened, and the golden light dissipated.

Yang Chan kept her promise and waited by the Chaos Bell.

For three days and three nights, she sat against the wall of the bell tower, even sleeping while sitting. When she woke up, she would refine pills, and after she finished, she would wait.

The moment the bell opened, Yang Chan sprang up, already handing the pills to the door.

"Second brother! Medicine—"

Her hand froze in mid-air.

Because it wasn't one person who came out, it was two.

The first one is Yang Jian.

His face was pale, but his eyes were clear.

The second one—

Yang Chan stared at Di Yang for three breaths.

Golden pupils, dark golden hair, three-legged golden crow patterns on her back, and a face that doesn't resemble her brother's but has the same distinct and similar eye color.

"Second...Second Brother?"

"He is me too."

Yang Jian said.

Yang Chan opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

"...Which 'me'?"

"The second one."

Di Yang waved to Yang Chan and grinned.

"Hello, Third Sister."

Yang Chan's mind raced for a moment before she came to a conclusion.

"Then should I call you... Second Brother too?"