Deep within the Sea of Consciousness.
The projection of the Celestial Destruction Ancestor frantically scoured, its divine sense like countless tendrils, churning and sweeping through Blue Heaven King's Sea of Consciousness.
Nothing.
Still nothing.
It searched every corner, every inch of void, every crevice of the Sea of Consciousness.
No Divine Soul essence, no core of will, not even the complete projection of the Dao Planet.
Only those twelve Dao Planets, floating at the edge of the Sea of Consciousness, echoing each other, slowly rotating.
But they were "borrowed" projections, not the genuine essence.
The Celestial Destruction Ancestor finally confirmed a fact that was hard to believe—
This body had no independent Divine Soul.
This was not a complete being.
This was a clone!
"A clone."
"You are just a clone?" The voice of the Celestial Destruction Ancestor exploded in the Sea of Consciousness, carrying an uncontrollable tremor.
