The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Four?"

Song Feng saw that his clone, wearing a strange headgear, had jumped out of his body at some point.

He stood on the ship's side and sang.

Strangely, the songs he sang even had background music.

Like some kind of spiritual magic?

Song Feng was also unclear about the reason.

In short, the current situation is that everyone on the ship is dancing wildly, except for Song Feng who remains sober.

However, Song Feng soon discovered that this reckless guy seemed to be gradually regaining control of his body.

The four points are explained.

"My cultivation level is now in sync with yours. You are at the fifth level of the Acquired Realm, and so am I. When my exclusive ability is used by someone at a higher level than me, the effect will be greatly reduced."

Without hesitation, Song Feng thrust his spear forward before Mang Ge regained control of his body.

However, just as the spear tip was about to pierce Mang Ge, Song Feng flicked the spearhead and used the shaft to sweep Mang Ge into the sea.

"Brother Mang, it's hot, let's go take a bath!"

Mang Ge was splashing around in the water.

"Hey, you surnamed Song! Pull me up here! I'll give you the boat, no problem! Everything's fine with me!"

Song Feng ignored him.

If this man wants to jump into the sea, he will do the same to him. Whether he lives or dies depends on Brother Mang's own fate.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng kicked Mang Ge's four brothers into the sea one by one.

One of them, while dancing, asked resentfully.

"I didn't hit you, nor did I force you to jump into the sea, so why are you kicking me in too? Spare my life, my lord!"

Chen Gou was dancing and shouting on the side.

"We can't let him get away! They're in cahoots with Brother Mang!"

Song Feng smiled and said to this person.

"You're not one of our own brothers; I'm not comfortable leaving you on the ship."

These are the words that Mang Ge just said to Song Feng.

Upon hearing this, Mang Ge's brother jumped into the sea before Song Feng could kick him, and even after getting into the sea, he didn't forget to spit at Mang Ge a few times.

"Hey Dog, can you sail this boat?"

Chen Gou nodded repeatedly.

"The meeting will be held!"

"Let's go then."

"Brother, you haven't introduced me to this senior innate spiritual martial artist yet. Who is he? He's wearing a hood, which makes him quite mysterious. Where did he come from in this vast ocean?"

When Chen Gou saw the four of them singing, they couldn't help but dance. Just like Song Feng, they thought it was a kind of spiritual technique that only those at the Innate Spiritual Warrior level or above could use.

Song Feng immediately took back all four.

"My clone."

"what?"

Chen Gou scratched his head, clearly not understanding.

Four voices echoed in Song Feng's mind.

"You and Song Gua are really different. According to the old thief's nature, he definitely won't directly reveal his clone ability. He won't mind revealing it until he becomes the best in the world."

Song Feng disagreed.

"I've heard that people born with a Daoist physique possess some strange abilities, like you... being able to make others dance just by singing? It wouldn't be surprising if I had the ability to create clones."

"It seems the world level has improved; we even have Dao bodies now."

"Moreover, there might be powerful forces that genuinely believe I have a Dao Body and recruit me as their advisor. In that case, I'll have no worries about food and clothing, and I won't lack cultivation resources."

"A staff member? That old scoundrel could never be someone's staff member. He's always shouting things like, 'A true man is born between heaven and earth, how can he live a life of mediocrity under others?' and 'We are the fourth natural disaster.'"

Song Feng sighed.

"Maybe I'm really not Song Gua, although I really want to be a great hero like him."

Shijo was also puzzled, and stopped talking, beginning to think about the problem.

Chen Gou swallowed hard as he watched Song Feng mutter to himself.

"Hey buddy, how's your mental state going?"

"I'm talking to my clone, don't be surprised."

"Ah, ah, is that so? Wow, that's amazing!"

During the battle with Song Feng, Mang Ge dropped the ceramic jar he had obtained from Chen Gou.

Song Feng picked up the item, weighed it in his hand, and glanced at Chen Gou.

Chen Gou laughed heartily.

"Brother, you saved me. If you're interested, this thing is yours now! But seriously, I've tried it, and this thing can't possibly contain any longevity substances! I know your idol is Song Gua, so you can keep it as a souvenir if you want."

"Then I'll accept it."

"Alright, I'm going to set sail now, so those bastards like Brother Mang won't catch up with us."

Chen Gou went to the cockpit.

Song Feng opened the jar and glanced at the fragments inside.

"Is it really completely useless? Those powerful figures couldn't possibly have misjudged it, could they?"

Song Feng reached in and touched it.

moment!

All the debris began to glow, a red light.

The entire ceramic jar looked as if it were filled with fireflies emitting a red glow.

"How..."

Before Song Feng could figure out what was going on, the light entered his body through his outstretched hand.

"Another ray of light?"

However, this light was much weaker than the blue light he encountered at the bottom of the sea.

After the light merges into the body.

Song Feng discovered that the debris in the jar was gone.

"Could it be...?"

Is the Song Gua stone statue the embodiment of red light?

Therefore, the portion of the Song Gua stone statue that the various forces stole was not entirely useless; they may have obtained a part of the red light.

What is red light?

Song Feng learned from Si Tiao's memories that the red light was the light of the sky!

The reason why the Song Dynasty ancestor was so powerful was because he possessed two sources of light.

The light of the earth is now in our own hands.

The light of the sky was divided up among various forces on Earth.

Furthermore, they may not yet be aware of the connection between the stone statue and the light source.

"Old thief, newbie or old thief, what are you thinking? Are you planning to collect the scattered stone statues and rebuild the Light of the Sky?"

Song Feng smiled bitterly.

"I'm afraid I don't have that ability."

"We can help you!"

"you?"

"Have you forgotten? You create new clones every day. You'll find out tomorrow."

The next day, Song Feng indeed found that there was another clone beside him.

This clone also wore a hood and a Taoist robe, and the pattern on his hood was 80,000.

As soon as the Eight Thousand Ones appeared, they began to squat in a horse stance, as if they were holding back a lot of energy.

Song Feng asked curiously.

"What...what are you doing?"

Ba Wan clapped his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

"Why can't it self-destruct?"

"what?"

Four jumped out.

"Oh, it's Lucky Guy."

Lucky Guy looked left and right.

"Just the two of us?"

"It's just the two of us right now."

"Hey! I'm so lucky! I've become a veteran!"

Song Feng patted Lucky Guy on the shoulder and asked politely.

"Excuse me, do you also have any unique abilities?"

Lucky Guy stared at Song Feng for a few moments, then turned to Si Tiao and said.

"This old scoundrel is acting strangely. Why is he being so polite to us? Is he going to ask us to sacrifice ourselves to mend the sky again?"

The four points briefly describe the current situation.

Lucky Guy sat down and started scratching his head.

After a while.

"I don't understand."

Song Feng frowned and looked at the four paths.

"this……"

Four solemnly stated.

"The road to collecting the light of the sky is long and arduous."