Deep within the dense forest, a figure was concealed under the cover of thick branches, revealing only a pair of pupils that intently watched the sky. The presence of this figure was completely hidden by a vast soul force. Although he had already escaped the sensing range of Fei Tian, Xiao Yan clearly knew how terrifying the speed of that old man was. Therefore, as soon as he was out of his sensing range, he immediately changed direction and swiftly entered the forest. Then, with the help of the Heavenly Fire Venerable, he concealed his aura perfectly.
Xiao Yan had been hiding here for nearly ten minutes, during which he remained completely still, fully covered by the lush branches. With his aura well concealed, even if Fei Tian’s abilities were incredibly strong, it would be difficult for him to detect him.
After a few more minutes of silent waiting, the distant sky suddenly rippled, and Fei Tian, with a sinister expression, appeared. His grim gaze slowly swept over the forest below. Then, with a roar, he swung his sleeve, and a massive surge of Dou Qi shot out, leveling over a hundred meters of the forest. After releasing his frustration, he turned his malicious gaze in another direction and disappeared.
From the moment Fei Tian appeared until he vanished, Xiao Yan did not move an inch. He knew how terrifying an eight-star Battle Sect was; their sensing abilities were frighteningly sharp. Even the slightest disturbance would alert them. Combined with Fei Tian’s speed, if he were detected, the chances of escape would be slim.
After Fei Tian disappeared, Xiao Yan remained motionless. It was nearly two hours before he finally moved, lightly leaping from the branches without making a sound, landing on the ground. He then vigilantly scanned his surroundings and transformed into a blurry shadow, dashing deep into the forest.
While navigating through the forest, Xiao Yan tried to avoid any encounters with monsters. For those he couldn’t avoid, he used the fastest means to kill them before they could make a sound. After some time, a mountain peak came into view.
Nimbly leaping up the mountain, Xiao Yan found a safe place halfway up and sighed in relief, sitting down as if exhausted. This chase had truly strained his nerves.
Today could be considered one of the most dangerous experiences since Xiao Yan entered the Central Region. If he hadn’t made the quick decision to discard the scroll, he might still have been unable to escape Fei Tian. An eight-star Battle Sect, unless he used the Destruction Lotus, would be difficult to defeat. However, the Destruction Lotus was a powerful but extremely draining weapon. Once used, Xiao Yan would be in his weakest state. Therefore, unless it was a critical situation, he would not easily use it.
Moreover, the number of uses for the transformation fire required for the Destruction Lotus was now limited, and Xiao Yan had no time to practice the Flame Control Technique to create new transformation fire. Thus, this life-saving move could only be used once for now.
“I need to find time to practice the Flame Control Technique. The amount of transformation fire I have is running out,” Xiao Yan sighed, sitting cross-legged and exhaling deeply. He summoned the earth puppet to guard him, then closed his eyes and began to carefully examine the “Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body” cultivation method in his mind.
Due to the information in Fei Tian’s soul, the complex thunder script in Xiao Yan’s mind had completely disappeared, replaced by a complete and usable cultivation technique. His mind gradually sank into the Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body cultivation technique, and time passed quickly. In what seemed like a moment, the night had turned pitch black.
In the darkness, Xiao Yan, who had been motionless all night, finally trembled slightly. He opened his eyes, surprise still lingering in them.
The Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body was indeed profound, and what amazed Xiao Yan was its demand for the soul, which was extremely harsh. No wonder few people in the Wind Lightning Pavilion could cultivate it. Such a high requirement for the soul was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Even if the soul met the requirements, condensing the clone was extremely difficult. Xiao Yan had always wondered why the three thousand thunder motions were related to the Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body. Now, he understood that the clone could only be condensed when the three thousand thunder motions reached their highest level, the three thousand thunders.
Even if the clone was successfully condensed, it had three levels: subtle, intermediate, and full completion. These levels represented the strength of the clone. A subtle-level clone had only one-third the strength of the original body, an intermediate one had two-thirds, and a full completion clone had the same strength.
“Fei Tian’s Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body must be at the intermediate level. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to defeat him so easily, even with the Fallen Heart Flame,” Xiao Yan muttered.
“But this Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body is indeed remarkable. Such a profound skill, I wonder who could have created it.”
Xiao Yan stood up, and brilliant silver light surged at the soles of his feet. His eyes narrowed, and he shot out, creating several afterimages behind him. Stopping, he turned to see the afterimages fading away, nothing like the description in the cultivation technique.
“Condensing the clone is indeed difficult…” Xiao Yan frowned, reciting the key points in the cultivation technique: “Control the form with the heart, leave the soul in the shadow.”
Muttering this several times, Xiao Yan gained some understanding, closing his eyes and stepping forward. In a flash, he appeared dozens of meters away, leaving four afterimages.
Three of the afterimages dissipated quickly, while the last one took much longer, about twenty seconds, before fading. Faintly, Xiao Yan felt a slight soul fluctuation within the shadow.
“You must leave a part of your soul in the afterimage as it appears to condense the clone. But the speed at such moments is so fast, how could you leave your soul in it?” Xiao Yan mused, frowning.
After pondering for a while with no results, Xiao Yan sighed. Cultivating the Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body was indeed difficult, but he wouldn’t give up. He was determined to succeed, and when he met Fei Tian again, he wondered if the old man would be so angry that he’d spit blood.
Smirking, Xiao Yan was spurred on by his determination. He clenched his teeth and concentrated, practicing the three thousand thunder motions again and again. Despite the significant consumption of Dou Qi, he persisted, knowing that mastering the technique was more important.
Deciding to press on, Xiao Yan abandoned rest. In the dark forest, silver light flashed, like ghostly flames. Fortunately, no one was around to see, or they would be startled.
Xiao Yan trained crazily for the entire night. As the first light of dawn broke, he stopped, breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he chuckled, feeling more adept at controlling the three thousand thunder motions, despite the significant cost of Dou Qi.
“There’s still about a month before the energy tide in the Heavenly Eye Mountain Range. I plan to cross this range on foot and should arrive in time,” Xiao Yan muttered, looking towards the end of the mountains.
The mountains harbored many monsters, some of them very powerful. Planning to train and refine the Myriad Thunder Fantasy Body, he hoped to condense a clone soon. Additionally, battling the monsters would greatly enhance his strength, reminding him of his first adventure in the Monster Mountains, back when he was just a novice fighter.
Climbing to the peak, Xiao Yan gazed at the endless mountains, hearing the roars of beasts. He let out a clear cry, leaping like a large bird into the monster-infested mountains, his hearty laughter echoing in the sky, symbolizing the start of his intense training.
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