Three identical figures emerged from the shadows, completely indistinguishable from the Mu Xingyuan from before.
"What is this...?"
Offstage, Zhou Yuanjue furrowed his brow slightly.
He found that he was completely unable to tell which of the three figures on the stage was real.
No matter how he looked, all three figures seemed to be tangible beings, not false phantoms.
"A Clone Skill?"
Zhang Zhizhen frowned. He, too, couldn't tell which of the three figures was real and which was fake.
They had never seen anything like this before. If it were a creation of a magnetic field, it would be extremely easy to identify, no matter how detailed its manifestation.
After all, a seemingly impassable chasm separated illusion from reality.
But now, Mu Xingyuan's technique seemed to have shattered that very barrier.
"It's not a Clone Skill. To be precise, it's a Divine Splitting Skill,"
Daoist Bailong said.
"Divine Splitting Skill?"
The others asked, their curiosity piqued.
