Abyss Walker

Chapter 180 The Immortal Body and Spirit

Yun Muhan felt a chill run down his spine. He remembered that the records from his previous life mentioned that when facing an enemy who uses clone techniques, the key is to identify the true body.

Yun Muhan's observation was extremely keen. He quickly reviewed the weaknesses of the clone technique in his mind, knowing that there would always be subtle differences in clone techniques below the Divine Tribulation Realm.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, capturing every movement of the black-clad figure's clone, searching for clues to the real one.

As the three clones of the man in black approached, Yun Muhan noticed that one of the clones hesitated slightly, and there was a hint of unnaturalness in its movements. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately judged that this might be the real body.

He shouted a warning to Dugu Jianling: "Dugu Jianling, watch out for the one in the middle, there's a flaw in his movements!" At the same time, he swung his sword and charged towards the man in black in the middle.

Dugu Jianling understood immediately, her flaming sword tip slicing through the air, closely following Yun Muhan's attack. The man in black seemed not to have anticipated that they could see through the clone so quickly; a hint of panic flashed in the eyes of the middle clone.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling's teamwork was seamless; their attacks were like a meticulously choreographed dance, every movement filled with power and precision.

With a "bang," the man in black in the middle was hit, his figure swayed, and he turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

The other two clones also vanished, revealing the true form of the man in black. His eyes were filled with disbelief; he clearly hadn't expected his clone technique to be broken so quickly.

"How did you see through my clone technique?" The man in black's voice trembled slightly.

Yun Muhan sneered: "Every clone has its weaknesses. Although you have hidden them well, true power cannot be completely copied. Why not hand over this clone technique to me? I can make it flourish."

A complex emotion flashed in the man's eyes. He remained silent for a moment, as if recalling something.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a sense of vicissitude: "My family was once one of the most powerful families on this continent. Our ability to create clones was unmatched. But fate played a cruel trick on us. A sudden disaster caused me to lose everything."

His gaze fell on Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Your strength has indeed impressed me. However, the clone technique is a family heirloom, and I cannot easily hand it over to outsiders."

Yun Muhan smiled slightly. He understood the man in black's concerns, but he also knew that sometimes, inheritance needs new blood to continue.

Yun Muhan said, "I do not intend to take away your heritage, but rather I hope to learn from it and carry it forward. Although your family has suffered misfortune, I believe that their skills should not be lost."

Dugu Jianling nodded in agreement: "We can guarantee that this skill will only be used for righteous purposes and will never be allowed to become a scourge."

The man in black took a deep breath; he knew he didn't have many options left.

Looking into their determined eyes, he finally made his decision: "Alright, I can teach you the art of creating clones, but you must swear an oath never to harm my people."

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling exchanged a glance, then nodded simultaneously and solemnly said, "We swear that we will never harm your people."

The man in black stood still, his posture shifting from the tension of battle to a solemn calm. He nodded, seemingly acknowledging Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling's abilities, and then slowly began to impart the secrets of the clone technique.

His voice was deep and powerful, as if every word had been carefully considered, and was full of strength and determination.

As he explained, the air around him seemed to vibrate with his voice, his words revealing a deep understanding and respect for the art.

His gestures changed as he explained, mimicking the key points of the clone technique. Each movement was precise and fluid, as if drawing mysterious patterns in the air.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling listened intently, sensing the profound meaning behind the man in black's words and the weight behind this skill.

They knew that this was not just a passing down of skills, but a profound understanding of strength and wisdom.

The man in black explained everything in great detail, leaving nothing out, from the basic theory of the clone technique to every detail of its practical application.

His voice echoed in the empty crater, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding natural environment, making the moment seem even more mysterious and solemn.

As the man in black finished speaking, Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling gained a deeper understanding of the clone technique.

He knew that mastering this skill was not something that could be done overnight; it required a long period of practice and comprehension.

Yun Muhan listened intently. This was not just the inheritance of a skill, but also the continuation of a history.

As the man in black spoke, Yun Muhan began to slowly grasp its essence.

Yun Muhan exclaimed inwardly: This is not some kind of clone technique! This is the top-level movement technique from ancient times—the indestructible form and spirit.