Three full days into the process, the clone finally began to take proper shape.
The mass of flesh and essence within the cauldron gradually stabilized, its form becoming clearer with every passing hour. Emery remained focused throughout, continuously channeling his Dao of Heaven and Earth to maintain the delicate balance between the countless energies involved.
A slight imbalance at this stage could undo days of work.
Slowly, an unmistakably familiar figure emerged.
The features, physique, and even the underlying aura were nearly identical to his own.
The clone was finally taking form.
But the process was not yet complete.
One crucial step remained.
Emery turned toward his dark avatar, who had been standing nearby the entire time.
Unlike Emery's own solemn expression, the avatar appeared almost excited. There was even a grin on his face, as though he had been waiting for this moment from the very beginning.
Emery nodded.
"Go."
