My Informative Cultivation Life

Demon Shadow nodded and walked out of the great hall with Yang Ji.

They broke through the protective array and surged up above the water, standing on air.

Yang Ji closed his eyes, greedily sucking in the air of the Taichu World. When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but let out a contented chuckle, "The familiar scent, Taichu World, I'm back."

"Let's go," he declared spiritedly.

The two slightly altered their appearances on the way and, after several transfers, arrived at the Floating Luo Sea several days later. Continue reading stories on empire

"Leader, our Heavenly Demon Sect's base is located inside a trench in the Floating Luo Sea. That place was transformed into a small world by the now-deceased Demon Emperor Xun Ze with his supreme power. It is very similar to the living environment of our Demon Sect and highly suitable," Demon Shadow said.

"Hmm! Not bad," Yang Ji complimented.

Demon Shadow led the way flying, and soon brought Yang Ji above a patch of the sea. He then pointed downwards and turned into a streak of light, diving down.

They broke through the seawater and quickly encountered a protective array. After using a secret method to break through it, a loud swishing sound heralded their arrival before a series of palaces.

"Who goes there?" A Demon Emperor guarding the array became alert, instantly noticing Demon Shadow and Yang Ji.

"So, it's Lord Demon Shadow. What brings you here? Did the Demon Consort send any good news?" Upon recognizing Demon Shadow, the Demon Emperor immediately smiled sycophantically.

"Indeed, there is good news. This is the new Leader you've been having," introduced Demon Shadow with a smile toward Yang Ji.

"The Leader?" The Demon Emperor looked surprised and measured Yang Ji from head to toe.

Yang Ji gave a slight smile and took out the Commander's Seal with a backhand motion.

After seeing this, the Demon Emperor shuddered and promptly bowed in salute, "I have seen the Leader!" He knew that anyone favored by the Demon Consort was either of extraordinary background or had exceptional potential, someone he could not afford to offend.

"Leader, please take a rest in the main hall first. I will notify the ten great Demon Lords," the Demon Emperor was very accommodating and immediately gestured for Yang Ji to enter the main hall.

"No, don't notify the ten Demon Lords yet. First, go invite the fifteen Mahayana and sixty-eight Nascent Soul Cultivators from the five sects and eighteen clans of the Floating Luo Sea here," Yang Ji said thoughtfully.

He had the Life-Death Talisman and, of course, he wanted to meet those he could control first.

"I'll handle this matter. I have their Communication Talismans. After I send the messages, I believe they will come quickly," said Demon Shadow.

"That would be excellent," nodded Yang Ji.

"Leader, what about the ten Demon Lords..." inquired the Demon Emperor.

"Do not notify them yet," Yang Ji said quietly, as he activated his powerful Primordial Spirit. A fierce intention conveyed into the Demon Emperor's ears, making him look stern.

"Understood," the Demon Emperor nodded immediately.

"Hmm!" Yang Ji nodded profoundly and flew towards the main hall.

Demon Shadow closely followed behind.

Inside the main hall, Yang Ji, dressed in a gold-patterned black robe, sat imposingly on the King's Throne.

Demon Shadow stood beside the throne, using a Communication Talisman to notify all the authority figures in the Floating Luo Sea region.

A joss stick's time later, Demon Shadow suddenly looked up and said, "They're here! I will go to receive them and bring them in."

Shortly afterward, Demon Shadow flew into the hall first, followed by the swish, swish, swish! Dozens of streaks of light charged in, revealing figures both majestic and imposing.

They stood with cold expressions, emanating powerful auras, rendering the atmosphere somewhat solemn.

Among the newcomers were profoundly mysterious elders, imposing middle-aged individuals, and dignified women... In total, eighty-three people arrived—fifteen Mahayana and sixty-eight Nascent Soul Cultivators from the five sects and eighteen clans, all present.

Yang Ji glanced at them, taking in the faces of everyone present. At that moment, he saw different information appearing above their heads, "[Anger]," "[Helplessness]," "[Grief]," "[Flattery]," "[Killing Intent]," "[Damnation]," "[Feigning Compliance],"...

Yang Ji didn't need to read the information; from their cold faces alone, he could see their hatred.

And indeed, after cultivating for an entire lifetime, to end up being controlled by someone, who would be happy about that?

Furthermore, these individuals had cultivated for who knows how many years. Should they die, even if they left behind a Clone Seed, nearly ninety-nine percent of their Primordial Spirit would be cut off.

They did not have Yang Ji's Primordial Spirit Fruit. The tiny bit of Primordial Spirit in the clone would hardly be able to recover as before unless they encountered heaven-defying opportunities. Otherwise, they would likely die from the exhaustion of their lifespan halfway because the lifespan of the clone and the original body was shared.

The idea of creating clones might seem good, but having to cultivate once more was actually a splitting of the single Primordial Spirit. Cutting apart the Primordial Spirit indeed harbors great disadvantages.

The biggest drawback is the impact on one's insight. Thus, the further one advances in cultivation, the more people are reluctant to use the Clone Technique, because the Great Dao is extremely difficult to comprehend. The more clones one has and the more the Primordial Spirit is torn, it is akin to severing one's own path.

Everything has its pros and cons, and the Clone Technique is no different. If the original body perishes, the clone is merely a means of giving people a little hope to cling to life, never again able to ascend to the immortal path.

During Divinity Transformation, one might amuse oneself with clones, but once cultivating to Void Refining and hearing the Dao, almost no one dares to clone. Even the true teachings of the Dao Sect only leave a tiny sliver of Primordial Spirit within an Immortal Artifact and dare not leave more, fearing it will affect the comprehension of the Great Dao.

These people present, whether they are Mahayana or Nascent Soul cultivators, have clearly reached this stage without any powerful clones outside. Otherwise, with the foundation of their second and third-rate sects and clans, it would be difficult for them to reach this stage.