A massive burst of soul fire exploded outward from the clone, knocking Liam to the ground and scouring the air clean of soul energy. Glowing runes lit up across the entire pagoda, on walls, floors, even hanging in the air, as if the building itself had finally recognized his success.
Massive amounts of soul energy started gathering. And standing at the center of it all… was the soul clone. If it could even be called that anymore.
The soul clone was no longer flickering, no longer unstable. It stood tall, flames gently rising from its form, eyes burning like coals. Across its chest, a faint brand glowed, the same infinity sigil that marked Liam's soul constellations.
Liam barely had the strength to stand, but he stared in awe, chest heaving with pain and pride. He had done it. He had finally done it!
Almost immediately, a stream of system notifications flashed in front of him.
[Ding! You have successfully created a Dao clone.]
