Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

"It seems this disciple of the Hundred Beast Sect hasn't completely changed his allegiance," Wang Linchi mused, observing the special spiritual power restrained within his Thought Field.

This spiritual power should have taken root within his own body. However, it was captured by his Thought Field before it could even penetrate his Soul Shield.

The opponent wasn't cultivating the Dragon Walk Elephant Walk Soul Forging Method. Nevertheless, the core Soul Kind was still the Beast Shadow. The Beast Shadow formed was not a close-combat entity but one possessing abilities akin to 'Word Spirit'.

That was precisely why he had so readily exchanged the two Soul Forging Methods, Dragon Walk and Elephant Walk, without a moment's hesitation.

I definitely need to verify it, but there just isn't enough time, Wang Linchi thought. He didn't trust the other party; the principle that 'the strong prevail' was no mere saying.

He could sense something amiss from this spiritual power—it could exert some form of control at a certain moment. More critically, there would be no repercussions for the opponent if they broke their oath.

Just like Wang Linchi himself, he was stronger than the opponent, making the oath as meaningless as flatulence, completely without binding force.

This world had no such things as heart demons or the Heavenly Dao. Unless constrained by some powerful Soul Resemblance or Soul Kind, oaths held no power.

Moreover, the binding effect of such constraints would fail when encountering someone stronger. It was impossible for a White Porcelain level individual to make a Daylight Level Awakener obey him through the power of an oath.

Unless that person was the Yan Ming King, it was simply not possible.

It will take me at least a year to enter the Secret Realm and return. It's a large Secret Realm, and there are plenty of benefits to be gained.

Naturally, the Food Bureau wouldn't grant him a year's leave.

As for the task from the Hundred Beast Sect disciple? He had no intention of completing it, though he had acquired the item.

It was a map, a Defense Map detailing the entire Hundred Beast Sect. Theoretically, it was useless now, since the Hundred Beast Sect was gone, making the Defense Map mere waste paper. It wasn't even a Soul Device, just an ordinary drawing.

Could this thing really be effective against a Beast King?

After memorizing its contents, Wang Linchi found a place to bury the Defense Map. He was curious to see what would happen when some other unfortunate souls handed their Defense Map to the Beast King.

If it couldn't be found, then so be it.

His main objective in entering the Secret Realm was to obtain a Soul Forging Method that included the Forging Secret Technique.

This disciple from the Hundred Beast Sect must have tampered with the Soul Forging Method. However, he probably wouldn't have altered the Forging Secret Technique. Otherwise, if I entered and couldn't obtain the Forging Secret Technique, the oath would become void, and his scheme would fail. The problem most likely lies within the Soul Forging Method or the Soul Secret Technique. If I were to switch my cultivation to it, I'd surely be fatally tricked by him. If he were truly a good person, he wouldn't be so furtive.

Taking a one-year leave isn't realistic, and resigning is even more out of the question.

Under normal circumstances, non-combat Awakeners were not allowed to resign unless they were fired.

Battle-type Awakeners could resign, but they had to pass assessments and pay fines.

Wang Linchi considered his situation. I can't be fired. Even if I made a mistake, I'd only be transferred, step by step, to posts with poor environments and arduous work, until I was worked to death. Even in death, I'd have to die on the job. That's why my position as a personnel leave administrator is basically a sham, arranged to accommodate non-combat Soul Awakeners.

Since entering the Dou Residing Domain, his outwardly projected strength had always been at the White Porcelain level, not the Black Iron Level. Currently, it was likely that even a Daylight Level Awakener couldn't see through him. After all, he had four Mythology level Soul Kinds active simultaneously; it would be quite demeaning if he were so easily exposed.

Unless a Daylight Level Awakener used certain investigative-type Soul Kinds to probe him, his true strength wouldn't be revealed.

But the issue was, forget about even meeting a Daylight Level Awakener, even if he did, why would they bother probing a mere White Porcelain level individual? He wasn't the Yan Ming King; he wasn't that conspicuous.

There is a solution: create a Clone to work in my place, he thought.

The only disadvantage is the absence of Soul Resemblance and power. There's no danger, but suddenly becoming an ordinary person would leave me unable to handle things. As for the Soul Resemblance, I have no solution for that; Clones cannot possess a Soul. This has nothing to do with the rules of the world; it's simply that I haven't researched it enough.

If it's just for a year, there might be a way, Wang Linchi considered, his gaze falling upon his Golden Core... Illusion.

Clone and rapidly mature another me within seven days. Then, I'll sever the Golden Core Illusion, transform it into the Book of Records, and implant it into the Clone's body. That will make him 'me'. The drawbacks are that this thing has a time limit. When the time is up, not only will the counterfeit Book of Records disappear, but the Clone will also die. Secondly, it will be painful, and regrowing a Golden Core Illusion also takes time.

Wang Linchi quickly formulated the plan. It was an idea he'd had before but hadn't intended to implement, primarily due to issues with memory imprinting and extraction.

I must implant appropriate memories into the Clone and also set up an extraction mechanism. Otherwise, if I don't know what happened during that year, won't there be problems? A year isn't just a day. Even without social interaction, things are bound to happen. I also have to grant the Clone some inconspicuous power for self-protection. I can't emerge only to find the Clone died six months ago and my identity was erased, leaving me an unregistered person forced to lurk in various Secret Realms. Wang Linchi wouldn't die, but the Clone would.

Alright, that's indeed not very feasible. Just leaving it with the standard 1 point of spiritual power should be enough. If any trouble arises, minor problems won't require escape, and major ones couldn't be escaped from anyway. I'd better focus on making this Clone more like me.

Wang Linchi recorded his thoughts as he began to work.

Cloning technology was, in fact, a precursor to his External Incarnation. He had made such progress thanks to the cooperation of numerous Awakeners back at the Tree of Immortality.

Otherwise, Wang Linchi wouldn't have just been working for the Tree of Immortality for nothing; he must have gained something, or how else could he have helped the Longevity Fruit develop into a new species?

It wasn't exactly creation, more like genetic modification.

The sheer number of Longevity Fruits that had turned into grotesque failures was almost enough to fill a large warehouse.

Without hesitation, he took a sample from himself and began the cloning process in the basement.

There was no need for an embryo or anything similar. This was the Soul Aspect World, not some ordinary reality devoid of any Transcendent power; many strict conditions could be bypassed.

"The configuration of the embryo, and..."

Six days passed with him muttering to himself as he worked.

A Clone, looking exactly like Wang Linchi, lay sleeping with closed eyes.

He was currently imprinting memories into the Clone.

The 'him' in these memories was not his striving self, but his complacent persona, heavily modified and devoid of any of Wang Linchi's secrets.

The Soul Kind was also gone; after all, even the Soul Shadow· Book of Records was a fake.

If my set of Rainbow Soul Seed hadn't disappeared back then, I might have lived like this Clone. But it's more likely I would have died at the hands of the Baylong Religion, Wang Linchi mused with a smile. He had placed restrictions on this Clone; it wouldn't go out engaging in romantic escapades or indulging in debauchery like eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. It would live the same superficial life he currently did: go to work, drink tea, read the newspaper; after work, eat dinner, watch TV for entertainment. It wouldn't even go out for a stroll.

This was to avoid running into trouble and getting killed.

The requirement was simple: for this Clone to live peacefully and safely.

After finishing, he cleaned the basement thoroughly, moved in various fruits, vegetables, grains, and other foodstuffs, restoring it to its original function as a cellar. Only then did he drag the Clone into the living room.

Activate it and see if there are any problems.

After another thorough check, Wang Linchi activated the Clone.

Once activated, Wang Linchi's figure gradually faded into the shadows in a corner. This was a usage of the Thought Field, allowing him to be overlooked. Its effectiveness depended on his own spiritual power and that of any onlookers; against an Elite Gold Level individual, it probably wouldn't work.

"I really can't stay up late reading storybooks like this lately," the Clone Wang Linchi said as he got up from the sofa. He glanced at the storybook beside him, rubbed his temples, then went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and drank it down in a few gulps. "They're fantastic to read, but it's easy to get sucked in."

He checked the time again.

"It's 11:30 PM. Time for bed. I'll read at work."

With that, he changed into his pajamas, washed up, and went to bed.

Seeing this, Wang Linchi nodded in satisfaction. Not bad, the effect is very good. Given the state of the Golden Core Illusion, if it doesn't die, it can operate continuously for about five years. I don't need to worry about illness or anything like that. Its physical constitution is already strong, and it's sustained by the Golden Core Illusion. As long as it's not killed by someone, it basically won't die.