Hearing the Drought Zombie’s words, Liang Xiaoke finally understood. Except for the monk who rushed toward the Seven Treasure Marvelous Tree, his main body, along with his other clones, scrambled for the surrounding magical treasures. Xi Yang also soared into the sky at this moment, transforming into streaks of firelight, trying to stop these artifacts from leaving. However, there were simply too many of them, scattered in all directions; it was impossible to block them all.

At this juncture, even Zhu Rong was helpless, able only to exert his utmost to intercept some of the treasures. But the ordinary artifacts could hardly withstand the flames emanating from him; they were burned to ashes upon mere contact.

Only Ye Jingyu stood silently in the void, watching the magical treasures fly wildly across the sky. The moon wheel between his brows emitted blinding rays of light...

"Feng Yan, you cannot escape!" Ye Jingyu snorted coldly, yet he stepped forward, unleashing a palm strike across the void toward something resembling a jade pendant...

Possessing the Eye of Reincarnation, he could clearly see that Feng Yan's primordial spirit was affixed to that specific magical artifact...

Seeing that Ye Jingyu had found him in one glance, Feng Yan’s primordial spirit was momentarily astonished. The cyan jade pendant suddenly burst with dazzling blue light, its speed multiplying several times over, narrowly evading Ye Jingyu’s strike...

How could Ye Jingyu allow Feng Yan to flee? Silver light flickered beneath his feet, and he immediately gave chase.

It had to be admitted that, having lost his physical body, Feng Yan's speed was pushed to its absolute extreme, covering dozens of li in almost an instant. Only Ye Jingyu could barely keep up; no one else present could match him.

One chasing, one fleeing, they escaped for tens of thousands of kilometers, finally arriving over the great ocean before the cyan light that was Feng Yan slowly came to a halt.

At this moment, he was a somewhat indistinct phantom, yet significantly clearer than Zhu Rong and the others before they had materialized. The cyan jade pendant hovered at his waist, transmitting waves of intensely strong wind power that made Feng Yan's primordial spirit appear even more immense...

"Hahahaha! I truly didn't expect you to dare chase me alone. Did you not know that you, by yourself, are no match for me?" At this moment, Feng Yan had shed all trace of his earlier dejection; a smug smile stretched across his face.

Seeing Feng Yan, whose primordial spirit was all that remained, still laughing so arrogantly, Ye Jingyu also let out a cold laugh. "Your physical body has been destroyed. Do you truly believe you can escape now?"

"Hahaha... Physical body destroyed? Correct, my physical body was annihilated. But surely you know about clones? Since I could clone a Qin Yan, why couldn't I clone others?" A faint smile touched Feng Yan's lips, and then, a physical body materialized beside him, into which his primordial spirit promptly merged...

Ye Jingyu's expression shifted slightly, but what caused his face to change even more drastically was the legion of puppets that appeared alongside this cloned body—one, two, three, four...

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred puppets stood before him. The weakest were at the Seventh Heaven realm, and three of them had even reached the Ninth Heaven.

"You... you actually carry these puppets with you?" Ye Jingyu’s gaze locked fiercely onto the cyan jade pendant in Feng Yan’s hand. If his guess was correct, that pendant must contain its own pocket dimension; otherwise, how could these living beings remain inside?

"Heh heh, you realize it only now? Don't you think it’s a little late?" A cruel sneer curled Feng Yan's lips. He waved his hand gently, and all hundred-plus puppets charged toward Ye Jingyu, while he himself pointed a finger at the cyan jade pendant, causing it to blaze with intense blue light...

Ye Jingyu naturally didn't take these puppets seriously, but facing so many rushing at once was certainly troublesome. Thankfully, Feng Yan showed no immediate intention of fleeing, meaning Ye Jingyu still had an opportunity.

Summoning the Heavenly Venerate Saber and gripping it tightly, he charged straight into the throng of puppets. Saber energy diffused everywhere; his entire being was enveloped in the flash of the blade. How could these puppets hope to contend with him? Even those at the Ninth Heaven realm couldn't survive a single move against him. Yet, just as Ye Jingyu successfully executed the third Ninth Heaven puppet, the jade pendant transformed to the size of a flying disc and plummeted down.

A jolt went through Ye Jingyu, and he tried to escape, but an immense suction force emanated from the pendant, pulling him entirely inside. Vaguely, he heard Feng Yan's booming laughter...

Landing inside the jade pendant, Ye Jingyu truly found a world—a world composed entirely of wind. Everywhere were violent gales, turbulent winds, cyclones, black mist winds, crimson winds, earthen winds, and nether winds. Every single storm possessed the power to shred an ordinary Heavenly Immortal master into pieces.

However, there was no panic on his face; instead, a burst of ecstasy appeared. This world had condensed countless quantities of Wind Origin Power. Ordinary people falling into such a jade pendant, even powerful Wu cultivators whose physical bodies were robust, would be torn to shreds unless they reached the Demon Emperor realm. But he was different; he possessed the Chaos Body, and the Wind Origin Power here was precisely what he needed to forge his Wind Golden Core.

Since achieving the Flame Golden Core, he hadn't encountered such an opportunity in a long time. If he didn't seize this moment, how could he face himself?

Putting aside all other thoughts, he sat down cross-legged, fully activating the Hegemon Essence Art, allowing the surrounding fierce winds to howl past.

As the Wind Acupoints within his body began to operate, the Wind Origin Power within the jade pendant surged wildly toward his body, pouring into the Wind Acupoints. The green light grew denser and brighter, seeming as if it would condense into a Wind Golden Core before long...

Outside, Feng Yan still wore a smug grin. This jade pendant was the Heavenly Wind Jade Pendant, an ancient artifact of the wind attribute. Legend held that the first patriarch of the Feng family obtained this very pendant, which led to the founding of the Feng family. Moreover, this artifact contained all manner of storms. Never mind that Ye Jingyu's cultivation was inferior to his; even if he reached another realm, he would surely be ground to dust within it...

He absolutely refused to believe that Ye Jingyu could survive after being taken in by the pendant...

Thinking about the number of magical treasures he had sacrificed to secure this opportunity, Feng Yan felt a fresh wave of annoyance. However, he had managed to save his life. With this pendant, it wouldn't take long for this cloned body to reach the level of his main body. Seeking revenge later would be no hardship. Without Ye Jingyu, could they possibly be a match for him?