Xu Yunfan shot a glance at his clone, Wukong, not far away.
Wukong's True Spirit had now completely merged with the newly refined Stone Embryo Dharma Body.
He clenched his fist, and his Stone Embryo Tendons and Bones produced a grating, metallic sound. What surged through his meridians was no longer Buddha Power, but Magical Power at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, simulated by the Eight Sceneries Cloud Qi.
He stared at the Profound Mirror, then suddenly grinned, baring his fangs.
"You want me to disguise myself as you and enter the Netherworld? Xu Yunfan, are you just afraid the Bitter Sea Qiu Long will rip out your Golden Core, so you're using me as a scapegoat?"
Xu Yunfan tapped the Profound Mirror with a fingertip, and its surface rippled.
"The Nether Gate only permits passage to those with ignorant True Spirits. If it senses the aura of a Golden Core, even a True Monarch would be forced to flee in disgrace from the backlash of the Sea of Suffering."
