640: Chapter 640 Clone Formation Successfully Completed!

"Fall!"

Qin Yan shouted softly, his voice carrying a sense of determination.

The Divided Soul Blade in the air moved in response to his voice.

The pitch-black blade trembled violently, then transformed into a streak of black blade-light, cleaving straight toward the center of Qin Yan's brow!

The blade-light flashed, fast as a bolt of lightning.

It passed through Qin Yan's head in a flash and then dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

The moment the blade-light entered his brow, Qin Yan felt a massive 'boom' in his mind, as if something had been torn apart.

Intense pain surged like a tide, instantly drowning out all his perceptions.

"Ugh, ah—"

Qin Yan couldn't help but let out a low groan, his voice filled with suppressed agony.

His face was pale, without a trace of color.

On his forehead, bean-sized droplets of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground with a faint 'patter' sound.

His hands were trembling slightly, his breathing became rapid and erratic, and his entire body was twitching uncontrollably.

He appeared to have no external injuries; his robes were neat, and his skin was intact.

However, his spirit—

It had been split in two at this moment.

In the air, a mass of pitch-black light rotated slowly.

Around the mass, space distorted slightly, and the air was filled with an invisible mental fluctuation—cold, deep, and eerie, making one afraid to approach.

This was the half of his Mental Energy that had been split and sliced off by the Divided Soul Blade.

Half remained in his body, and half was suspended in the air.

Between the two halves of Mental Energy, a mysterious connection remained, like two invisible threads tying them tightly together.

But this connection was very weak, faint and flickering, as if it could snap at any moment.

Enduring the intense pain radiating from his mind, Qin Yan gritted his teeth and began to form hand seals.

A low incantation slowly issued from his mouth.

"Darkness as the Origin, spirit as the guide..."

"With my thought, I shape its form..."

"With my knowledge, I bestow its spirituality..."

"Forms divide but the Soul does not scatter, bodies differ but the heart returns to one..."

Qin Yan's voice was hoarse and low, like a murmur from the abyss, echoing in the quiet cultivation room.

Every syllable carried an ancient and mysterious power, as if calling out to something.

In the surrounding air, darkness-attribute Mental Energy began to stir, like a sleeper awakened by an incantation, flocking toward that black light mass.

"Shadow Clone, condense!"

Qin Yan shouted low and pointed a finger.

A streak of black light shot out from his fingertip like an arrow from a bow, accurately hitting the black light mass in the air!

The moment the black light entered the mass, a dull hum sounded.

Immediately after, the black light mass began to writhe violently.

Its surface was no longer smooth and even; instead, it was like a lump of kneaded dough, constantly deforming, twisting, and reorganizing.

Inside the light mass, something seemed to be gestating and growing, as if a life were taking shape within.

First was the head.

At the top of the light mass, a bulge slowly rose, becoming more prominent and distinct, gradually outlining the silhouette of a human head—forehead, brow bone, bridge of the nose, lips, chin; every detail gradually appeared.

Then came the torso.

The central part of the light mass began to lengthen and widen, forming a human torso—broad shoulders, a solid chest, a narrowed waist; every line was smooth and natural.

Next were the limbs.

From the bottom of the light mass, two long legs and a small 'third leg' extended;

From the sides, two powerful arms stretched out.

Fingers and toes differentiated one by one, slender and distinct.

A moment later, a human figure appeared before Qin Yan.

It was a young man dressed in a black robe, with a cold and stern face.

His features were exactly the same as Qin Yan's.

But his aura was completely different from Qin Yan's.

Qin Yan's aura was gentle and reserved.

The aura of the black figure before him was cold and deep, like an unsheathed sharp sword.

The most striking part was his eyes.

Those eyes were pitch-black like ink, with no whites and no pupils—only endless darkness.

Around his body lingered a faint black mist, appearing and disappearing, flickering and uncertain.

Standing there, the whole person looked like a shadow walking out of the darkness.

Mysterious, eerie, and powerful.

The black Qin Yan took a step forward, coming before the original Qin Yan.

He cupped his hands slightly, his movements smooth and natural, and said, "Hello, Original Body."

The voice was exactly the same as Qin Yan's.

The tone was also exactly the same as Qin Yan's.

Qin Yan looked at this 'person' who looked exactly like himself and felt it was somewhat miraculous.

That feeling was hard to describe in words.

Although they were two independent entities, they shared the same Soul Origin.

It was like a tree splitting into two branches; the root was the same, the trunk was the same, but the branches grew in different directions.

This feeling of 'one mind, two uses' was incredibly wondrous.

"Adapt to the body first."

Qin Yan said to the Clone.

"Okay."

The Clone nodded and closed his eyes.

He stood there motionless, like a statue.

But Qin Yan could feel the Clone's consciousness rapidly operating.

He was adapting to the new body, new perceptions, and new abilities.

Taking advantage of the gap while the Clone was adapting, Qin Yan's original body took out a Medicinal Pill from his Storage Ring.

The pill was crystal white all over, emitting a faint glow, with a clear and refreshing fragrance that gladdened the heart.

This was the Soul Nourishing Pill—a Rank 5 Medicinal Pill specifically used to nourish the spirit and repair precious pills for Soul trauma.

Over the past few days, while comprehending the Shadow Clone technique, he had also taken the time to refine some Soul Nourishing Pills to prepare for this moment.

The Divided Soul Blade splitting the spirit caused immense damage to the spirit.

Without the nourishment of a Soul Nourishing Pill, just recovering from the spiritual trauma would take ten days to half a month, or even longer.

During this period, symptoms like headaches, dizziness, and mental trance would continuously torment him, making it impossible for him to Cultivate normally.

With the Soul Nourishing Pill, everything became much easier.

Qin Yan placed the Soul Nourishing Pill into his mouth; it melted instantly, turning into a warm medicinal power that flowed down his throat into his stomach and then surged toward his mind.

That medicinal power was gentle and long-lasting, like spring rain nourishing things, bit by bit nourishing his damaged spiritual world.

The tearing pain in his mind gradually lessened and dissipated under the envelope of this medicinal power.

Qin Yan closed his eyes, silently feeling the effects of the medicinal power.

Fifteen minutes later, he exhaled a long breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.

Although his face was still somewhat pale, the spirit in his eyes had recovered quite a bit.

The pain that reached deep into his marrow had finally lessened to a bearable level.

Qin Yan opened the panel and checked his current Mental Energy.

[spirit: 140 Hz]