Gestation, the clone, and the Talent formed an almost complete life. All Tu Xiao'an had to do was imprint his soul into it.
Only then would it truly become his clone—a case of "you are me, and I am you," controllable through the switching of souls.
It would be like one of his own limbs.
A clone was a second body, not a mere puppet. That was why it required a three-part gestation process, much like a woman carrying and birthing a child.
The soul was the final and most crucial step; there was absolutely no room for error.
Tu Xiao'an's expression turned solemn. Whether or not he could successfully cultivate the Celestial Body Splitting Technique all came down to this final step.
'Imprint my soul.' After taking a deep breath, Tu Xiao'an focused his mind, and his powerful Consciousness Power instantly enveloped the sphere of light.
Immediately, a sharp, tearing pain flooded Tu Xiao'an's mind, as if his soul were being ripped in half.
