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

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"You can call me Brother Yang."

Yang Chan looked at Yang Jian again, and Yang Jian nodded.

She broke the pill in her hand in half, giving one half to Yang Jian and the other half to Di Yang.

"Regardless of how many second brothers there are, take your medicine first."

Di Yang looked down at the half-pill in his palm, his golden pupils curving slightly.

He threw the pill into his mouth.

bitter.

It shares the same taste as Yang Jian's – exactly the same bitterness.

But after chewing it twice, Di Yang actually laughed.

"Chan'er's pill-refining skills have improved significantly."

Yang Chan, hands on hips, retorted, "Nonsense!"

Hearing the commotion from afar, Bai Ze slowly approached, leaning on his cane.

The moment he saw Di Yang, he stopped in his tracks.

The animal bone ring on his wrist emitted a very faint "ding".

Bai Ze's throat bobbed.

He didn't cry—he had already cried his eyes out three days ago when Taiyi's image dissipated.

But his hands were shaking, making the animal bone rings rattle.

"This is……"

"The second manifestation of the original source."

Zhong Lingyun's voice came from the Chaos Bell, as calmly as if he were talking about the weather.

"It's not Taiyi, it's Yang Jian. He's just wearing Taiyi's clothes."

Bai Ze stared at Di Yang for a long time.

Di Yang also looked back at him.

The golden pupils held no memory of Taiyi, but they contained all the emotions Yang Jian had felt during his three years of living and working with Bai Ze in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Grandpa Bai Ze".

Di Yang called out.

Her tone was exactly the same as Yang Chan's.

Bai Ze's lips trembled twice, then he turned and left.

He took a few steps and then stopped, without turning his head.

"Come to my cave for dinner. Both of you."

……

The appearance of Di Yang was only the first step.

That night, Zhong Lingyun summoned Yang Jian and Di Yang into the Zhong Inner Space at the same time.

"What I'm going to teach you next is called 'Eighteen Tao Wu Doppelgangers'."

The supernatural powers that Ji Ning learned from Patriarch Bodhi were transmitted back in their entirety via a split of his mind.

Zhong Lingyun broke down the cultivation techniques one by one and poured them into Yang Jian and Di Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

"The Eighteen Tao Wu Avatars are essentially the user splitting themselves into eighteen independent avatars. Each avatar can independently cultivate to the same level as the original, and as long as one avatar remains, resources can be consumed to revive all avatars!"

"The destruction of the clone does not affect the original body, but the cultivation contained within the clone will be lost. Therefore, it is not a consumable, but another version of you on another battlefield."

Yang Jian and Di Yang exchanged a glance.

The true form has eighteen clones.

The Golden Crow has eighteen avatars.

Added together, that's thirty-six Yang Jian.

If Kunpeng knew about this, he would probably spit out the tea he was drinking.

"But this is just the appetizer."

Zhong Lingyun lowered his voice.

"The core of the Myriad Realms' Fortune Formation Method is to gather the fortune of all realms. I will cast your avatars into the myriad realms."

Yang Jian's third eye twitched.

"Distribute?"

"Your clone enters other worlds, cultivates according to the rules of those worlds, and acquires the fortune of those worlds. This fortune is then fed back to me through the bond between master and disciple, elevating my status and increasing your foundation. It's a win-win situation."

Assisting the chosen one and changing the course of the world will indeed bring a lot of luck, but can the greatest change create a new existence out of thin air?

Yang Jian remained silent for a few moments before asking the crucial question.

"Where to our first stop?"

Zhong Lingyun's consciousness rose in the space inside the bell tower, facing the faint, almost transparent remnant of the Golden Crow's origin from afar.

"Douluo World"

He remembered the girl who was being aided by his divided spirit—Qian Renxue.

Born with the martial soul of a six-winged angel, possessing innate level 20 soul power, and the successor of the Angel God.

The ceiling of the Douluo Universe is pitifully low.

But luck is luck, and even the smallest bit of luck is still luck.

Moreover, his divided consciousness had already been setting up a plan around Qian Renxue for some time.

When Yang Jian's clone went to the past, it didn't start from scratch; it took over a half-finished chessboard directly.

"The cultivation system in the Douluo world relies on Martial Soul awakening. After your clone goes there, it will be endowed with a Martial Soul by the laws of that world. As for what it will be endowed with—"

Zhong Lingyun paused for a moment.

"It depends on the underlying power of your clone."

Yang Jian's clones are formed from the power of the Crimson Brightness Divine Force, the True Fire of the Sun, and the essence of dragon blood.

Di Yang's clone—Golden Crow Origin, Burning Dragon Fire.

Regardless of which era it was, the rank of a martial spirit would never be low.

"Send a clone over to test the waters first."

Zhong Lingyun made his decision: "Di Yang's clone!"

"Why isn't it mine?" Yang Jian asked.

"In the Douluo World, innate talent is more important than innate ability in martial souls. Your potential is not as high as Di Yang's!"

Yang Jian thought for a moment and nodded.

Di Yang straightened up from the bell wall and stretched his neck.

The golden pupils reflected the dim light of the bell's interior.

"Douluo Continent... what's good to eat?"

"..."

"Ask a serious question."

"Are the people over there capable of fighting?"

"No, not for you."

Di Yang chuckled, revealing a row of white teeth.

"What does that mean?"

"Your job isn't to beat people up."

Zhong Lingyun said, "It's about gathering up the luck. I have a pawn over there—Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall. Go there and assist her in seizing supreme power in that world."

Di Yang's smile vanished.

His golden pupils darkened, like the lingering afterglow of the sun after it has sunk below the horizon.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

Di Yang's smile vanished.

His golden pupils darkened, like the lingering afterglow of the sun after it has sunk below the horizon.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

Di Yang's smile vanished.

His golden pupils darkened, like the lingering afterglow of the sun after it has sunk below the horizon.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

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"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

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Di Yang's smile vanished.

His golden pupils darkened, like the lingering afterglow of the sun after it has sunk below the horizon.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.

"To assist others." He repeated the word.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

"no."

Di Yang said, "I just feel that it doesn't quite match Taiyi's personality."

These words caused Zhong Lingyun's consciousness to pause for a moment.

"You are not Taiichi."

"I know, but his essence is in my bones."

Yang Yang touched his chest; the golden crow pattern on his chest pulsated warmly beneath his fingertips. "He has never served anyone in his life!"

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"That's why I'm sending you."

Di Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Let the fire of Taiyi learn to light the way for others; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

Di Yang stared at the Chaos Bell for five breaths.

Then he smiled—not a wide grin, but a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"OK."

Zhong Lingyun activated his Qi and divine sense.

An invisible passage extends outward from the space within the Chaos Bell, piercing through the spatial barrier of the primordial world and the obstruction of the endless void, reaching the distant world known as "Douluo".

Di Yang closed his eyes.

The technique of creating eighteen clones of Tao Wu circulated within his body, and a clone separated from his body—a golden outline, the pattern of a three-legged golden crow, and golden eyes.

The clone opened its eyes.

He met Di Yang's gaze for a moment.

Then, I stepped into that passage.

With a flash of golden light, the clone disappeared into the space inside the bell.

Di Yang opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

I feel a little dizzy.

"It's normal. It consumes some mental energy when the clone crosses the world barrier. You'll get used to it."

Yang Jian stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end; he simply watched.

The moment he watched Di Yang's clone disappear into the passage, the third eye between his brows silently lit up.

In that instant, he sensed—the boundary of another world.

It was blurry, like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist, but it was definitely there.

All the heavens and myriad worlds.

It is no longer a legendary concept, but a tangible reality.

Yang Jian clenched his fist.

The burning flame in his palm was scorching hot.

He looked up at the dome of the inner space of the clock—there was nothing there, only the dim patterns on the inner wall of the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian knew that beyond the patterns lay the entire primordial world.

Beyond the primordial wilderness lies the myriad realms.

But he had only just taken his first step.