Let's return to the inside of the Treasure Cauldron.
Zhang Ling's primary Nascent Soul was still drifting aimlessly in the gray mist. Compared to when he first entered, his aura had weakened by two-tenths.
Losing his physical body and being left with only his Nascent Soul outside caused his spiritual power to deplete even faster.
Even more strangely, just now, he didn't know what was happening, but large swathes of the gray mist suddenly churned, and waves of dragon roars echoed. Wave after wave of human-faced, green-eyed, strange snakes continuously flew out of the gray mist.
Although these green shadow strange snakes' attacks weren't particularly strong, their numbers were extremely high, tens of thousands, he didn't know how many there were.
Zhang Ling didn't dare stop his escape light; once he did, he would instantly be surrounded by the strange snakes.
He had no choice but to continuously use Teleportation to evade wave after wave of attacks.
Continuously using Teleportation consumed a great deal of true essence, and in this short period, his Nascent Soul had become dim.
This couldn't continue; if he couldn't find a way out, he would be stuck here.
Although his primary Nascent Soul's dissipation would mean his second Nascent Soul was still himself, it wouldn't be a complete demise.
But there would still be differences.
Moreover, if something happened to the primary Nascent Soul, the second Nascent Soul would immediately weaken. What's more, irreversible Nascent Soul damage would occur. His future cultivation might stagnate or even regress.
At the same time, without the primary Nascent Soul's restraint, his second Nascent Soul would gradually become lost, and his temperament would change greatly. Before long, the second Nascent Soul would only think of itself as a demon cultivator, no longer identifying with its human identity.
At that time, the real Zhang Ling would disappear from the world, leaving only a demon cultivator named Zhang Ling.
Complex thoughts arose in his mind, the fear of impending death, panic, his life's experiences, the hardships he had overcome, and many other miscellaneous thoughts surfaced in his heart.
Zhang Ling had thought that he might encounter a life-or-death crisis that he couldn't resist at some point. But to be inexplicably sucked into this space and die for an unknown reason...
How frustrating was this?
At this moment, Zhang Ling's state of mind underwent intense fluctuations, causing the thoughts in his heart to become very chaotic.
If Zhang Ling were awake now, he would realize that his current state was a sign of being about to fall into a Heart Demon.
"Hmph."
Suddenly, Zhang Ling grunted softly, stopped his escape light, and no longer fled aimlessly.
The mist around him churned, and in the blink of an eye, countless green lights appeared. It was the densely packed human-faced green shadow strange snakes, attacking.
"Even if I die and my Dao vanishes today, Zhang will see what this place is."
Zhang Ling knew in his heart that aimless escape would ultimately lead to death. A surge of ferocity rose in his heart.
Looking at the countless attacking strange snakes, he no longer stinted on his spiritual power. The Nascent Soul opened its mouth and spat out a large expanse of infant fire.
A large mass of yellow flames instantly swept through an area of fifty to sixty zhang. Within this range, the green shadow monsters, as if vaporized, all turned into green smoke.
Immediately following, Zhang Ling's two-inch-sized Nascent Soul spirit body spat out a ball of green light, which enveloped a small black-cyan lotus flower.
The lotus petals unfolded one by one, and Zhang Ling's Nascent Soul flashed and merged into it. Only a black-cyan lotus flower remained in the air.
Before the green shadow strange snakes further away could charge over, the lotus flower bloomed with dazzling green light. In an instant, a green light condensed in the air, transforming into a hundred-zhang-tall illusory figure.
This figure was very strange, flashing with cyan-black spiritual light, and yellow light intertwined with each other.
This figure was exactly Zhang Ling's appearance. At this moment, he didn't hesitate to consume his true essence, directly using his Nascent Soul to mobilize the origin power of his divine soul, condensing all his divine thoughts, gathering them into this huge divine thought incarnation.
Any Nascent Soul cultivator could use a divine thought incarnation, but generally, they would only separate a little bit of divine thought power to transform into a divine thought incarnation.
Very few would directly gather all their divine thought power into one like him.
One had to know that after the divine thought incarnation was destroyed, the damage caused was damage to the divine soul.
The destruction of a little bit of divine thought was harmless, but if all the divine thoughts were destroyed, it would be equivalent to death.
If he hadn't been forced into a corner, Zhang Ling wouldn't have done this at this moment. He planned to fight to the death to figure out where he was trapped.
As for the black-cyan lotus flower he had just released, it was the only treasure he currently carried with him. That item, the Yuan Soul magic artifact that had always been nurtured in his sea of consciousness, the Azure Lotus.
Other magic treasures hadn't been brought in, but this Yuan Soul magic artifact wouldn't be affected.
The Nascent Soul spirit body contained the cultivator's Yuan Spirit essence soul, and the sea of consciousness originated from the divine soul, so even if his Nascent Soul dissipated, as long as he retained his essence soul, the Yuan Soul magic artifact would always follow him.
This was the special characteristic of Yuan Soul magic artifacts. At this time, he could only rely on this treasure.
Having this treasure to protect him would make his divine thought incarnation more solid, allowing him to use some divine abilities.
"Illusion Breaking Eye."
Zhang Ling planned to use this Dharma Eye divine ability to explore what was strange in the endless gray mist.
With divine sense, one could only sense within a hundred zhang in this gray mist. Then he could only change to other methods to figure it out, only then could he possibly find a way out.
And now he only had the Nascent Soul spirit body, he didn't have other treasures on him, he could only think of this spirit eye divine ability that Blue Sparrow had previously passed on to him.
Back then, when they were trapped in the illusion formed by the water spirit's transformed water snake, they relied on this divine ability to capture the water spirit, thereby escaping.
Although Zhang Ling hadn't really cultivated this kind of advanced spirit eye divine ability, he had only used it superficially back then, and he was able to see through the advanced illusion.
It could be seen that this divine ability was extraordinary, and just using spiritual power to cast it had a lot of illusion-breaking power.
Perhaps it could work now, of course, Zhang Ling wasn't sure if it would succeed.
Moreover, without a physical body, he didn't know if he could successfully cast this technique. But now he could only treat a dead horse as if it were still alive.
As Zhang Ling activated the magic formula, the spiritual light he cast out, the magic formula changed, outlining mysterious runes. He was overjoyed, he could indeed cast it.
At the same time, he also noticed that it was somewhat different from when he had cast it back then. Although the spiritual power and magic formula he cast were the same.
But at this moment, the magic formula spiritual light he cast out was actually cyan-black, like strips of black-cyan silk threads changing in the air.
This change made him nervous, but the magic formula in his hand didn't stop, the black-cyan mysterious runes changed smoothly, without any unusual feeling.
The next moment, Zhang Ling understood, it turned out that this was because, at the same time as he was casting the spell, the Yuan Soul magic artifact was also affected, releasing special soul power to bless him. Making his spellcasting speed faster.
He didn't know if this change was caused by his current special state or if there were other reasons, but it seemed to be developing in a good direction.
Zhang Ling didn't think much about it and quickly cast the spell. It only took him two or three breaths to complete the spellcasting.
As he activated the magic formula, he saw that between flashes of black-cyan spiritual light, all of it gathered at the center of the divine thought incarnation's brow, gathering into a black-cyan thin line.
Zhang Ling only felt his Yuan Spirit tremble, feeling as if he had gained another eye.
This change was also different from back then. Back then, the spiritual light condensed by the judiciary directly gathered on both eyes.
The current feeling was even more strange.
With a thought, the vertical line at the center of the divine thought incarnation's brow flashed with cyan light and opened, turning into a cyan vertical pupil.
It looked as if he had grown three eyes.
Zhang Ling also immediately felt that the scene in front of him had become much clearer. It was as if the gray mist in front of him had thinned by more than half. He could see out to almost a thousand zhang at a glance.
This feeling was very wonderful, like opening his eyes for the first time in his life.
He turned his gaze, and relying on the cyan vertical pupil, he not only saw through the gray mist, but also the human-faced green shadow strange snakes looked different in his eyes.
They were no longer in the form of strange snakes, but rather faces of the same green color. It was as if many green masks were floating around.
At the same time, he also sensed that these faces had very weak consciousness, how should he put it, they also resembled weak divine thought incarnations.
Seeing that these faces were exactly the same, it was as if they were all divine thought incarnations that had been separated from the Yuan Spirit of the same cultivator.
When this thought appeared, Zhang Ling was shocked. What kind of person could separate so many divine thoughts?
With his current strength, if he were to separate divine thought incarnations to this extent, he could only separate up to a hundred, that would be his limit.
The essence of a divine thought incarnation was divine sense power, mixed with the cultivator's thoughts, or rather a simple command, condensed into an incarnation, which had many wonderful uses.
But in fact, it could also be said to be a crude clone illusion.
A cultivator's divine sense could transform into countless things, but divine thought incarnations took time to condense.
Of course, if this Dao was cultivated to a high level, the divine thought incarnation would carry the original soul power and could have some independent consciousness. Only then could it be called a true incarnation.
His second Nascent Soul could also be regarded as this type of incarnation.
It was rumored that when the Ancient Demon Realm invaded the Human Realm, those extremely powerful Ancient Demons found it difficult to cross the boundary in their true forms, so they would descend divine thought incarnations.
But looking at these green faces in this space, just speaking of the ones he had encountered along the way, there were at least several thousand.
If these things were really all the divine thought incarnations of one person, then their own strength must exceed the Nascent Soul cultivation base.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ling's face darkened. Could it be that there was a Spirit Transformation stage existence hidden here? Was it the gray giant dragon that had sucked him in just now?
Seeing the situation clearly, his heart sank even further.
While Zhang Ling's thoughts were turning, hundreds of green faces all rushed over again. He immediately put away his thoughts and spat out another expanse of infant fire, scattering all these ghostly things.
He no longer lingered, the divine thought incarnation turned into a ball of spiritual light, and he once again examined this place.
With the assistance of the Illusion Breaking Eye, this gray mist already had many differences in his eyes compared to before. It was no longer without end.
At least, he could see that under his feet was a gray-green ground like intertwined tree roots, vaguely emitting a faint green light. Although the sky above was still a gray mist.
But this discovery also gave Zhang Ling a goal to move forward. Relying on the Illusion Breaking Eye, he searched for a way out without stopping.
After another round of tossing and turning, Zhang Ling didn't know how much time had passed, because at this time, he didn't have the mind to calculate the time.
He only felt as if a long time had passed. His hundred-zhang-tall divine thought incarnation was also weakening at all times during this process.
Zhang Ling felt more and more tired, until his divine thought incarnation was only two zhang tall, he finally discovered another strange place.
Stopping his escape light again, the front seemed to be the end of this space, he saw a gray stone wall.
He didn't know how high the stone wall was, he couldn't see the top at a glance, but it was inlaid with many of those expressionless green faces.
It looked like these green faces were floating out of the stone wall.
In addition, there was a small pool of about ten zhang in front of the stone wall, with golden light flashing inside.
As soon as he approached this side, Zhang Ling had a feeling of being pricked by needles, as if he was being stared at by something.
This feeling originated from that golden light pool.
Golden light rippled in the pool, and a ball of golden water was shaking.
Suddenly, with a splash, a large mass of gray shadows leaped out of the pool. The top of his head immediately turned gray, as if covered by a cloud of gray.
With a dragon's roar, a huge gray dragon head poked out from it, staring at Zhang Ling. A powerful aura rushed towards him, and a very dangerous feeling fell on him.
Zhang Ling felt the pressure of death from the gray dragon, he wanted to turn around and leave, but he gritted his teeth and didn't escape.
He had found the culprit who sucked him into this place, how could he leave so easily?
If he left, he might be trapped here forever. And before long, he would run out of spiritual power, his Nascent Soul would collapse, and he would die here.
Instead of retreating, Zhang Ling advanced, taking a step forward and instantly spitting out a large expanse of infant fire to wrap himself. At the same time, he forcibly activated his already scarce spiritual energy, condensing three yellow-glowing flying swords in front of him.
