Long Bufan stood up, feeling as if something strange had happened in his body. He immediately used his spiritual sense to investigate, but he was surprised to find that his dantian hadn't been blown to pieces like he'd imagined. Instead, it had become even wider, and the acupoint sea space that could accommodate True Origin was two or three times larger than before, which was equivalent to the peak stage of the Heavenly Body Tier.
He'd broken through unknowingly?
Long Bufan's expression was a little dumbfounded, but it soon turned into ecstasy. Although this trial was extremely dangerous, it was worth it with such benefits …
"He's out!"
Elder Mu, who was standing below the altar, was slightly startled. He stared straight at the naked figure of the youth on the altar. The trial space was controlled by the Tower Spirit, so he couldn't tell whether the person before him was Long Bufan's original body or a clone.
Elder Mu's expression was calm, but there was a complicated look in his eyes. At this moment, he was more inclined to believe that the youth on the altar was a clone!
There was no other reason. Elder Mu, who had experienced the great calamity of heaven and earth 500 years ago, deeply understood that those who weren't of his race would definitely have a different heart, and those who weren't of his race would definitely have an evil nature. This was a painful experience.
If he had to blame someone, he could only blame Long Bufan for not being a real human, but a hybrid with the Hybrid Demon bloodline!
Thinking this, Elder Mu walked towards the altar. He only took two steps, but his figure suddenly appeared on the altar, standing in front of Long Bufan.
With Elder Mu's arrival, the ecstasy in Long Bufan's heart gradually calmed down. He raised his head and silently looked at the skinny old man.
"Are you the original body, or a clone?" Elder Mu, who couldn't be sure of Long Bufan's identity, asked in a hoarse voice.
Long Bufan's face revealed the cold and unruly smile of a clone, and asked in return, "Which one do you want me to be more?"
Hearing this, Elder Mu's eyes narrowed, and he sized up Long Bufan suspiciously. In the past, whenever a trial disciple was replaced by a clone, he seemed to have this expression. However, he swallowed the thoughts in his heart, and said with a hoarse smile, "It doesn't matter which one, I only hope that your culinary skills haven't been lost."
Long Bufan didn't say it directly, and said with a faint smile, "Lord Mu can rest assured about this."
Elder Mu waved his hand, and instructed, "En, go to the outer hall to receive your reward. I'll be there soon.
"Yes, sir Mu." Long Bufan cupped his hands together. Then, he turned around indifferently and walked towards the exit.
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From his respectful tone, it was obvious that Elder Mu's status was slightly lower than the Tower Spirit's.
This was not surprising, as the Seven-Colored Profound Pagoda was thousands of years older than Elder Mu. It was a Pagoda Spiritual Treasure refined by the Venerable back then. It was originally used for closed-door cultivation. Later, when the Venerable ascended, he left the Seven-Colored Profound Pagoda in the Divine Hall Pavilion for the disciples to train.
Under Elder Mu's questioning, the Tower Spirit's deep voice slowly sounded from the altar, "Clone."
The three simple words caused Elder Mu to be slightly stunned. He didn't question further, because in his opinion, there was no need for the Tower Spirit to deceive him.
"What a pity for a peerless genius." He seemed to sigh with some regret, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The coldness in the depths of his eyes gradually dissipated, and he muttered to himself, "But this is good, I don't have to waste any more effort …"
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