Wang Ran knew nothing of the mark left upon his Grass Puppet. His true body was hidden away in a subterranean secret chamber, surrounded by formations that shielded it from heavenly scrutiny.
As for the Grass Puppet avatar, he had tossed it straight into the mystic realm of the butterfly hairpin, where it circulated the Profound Heaven Spirit-Gathering Art to frantically absorb the surrounding spiritual Qi.
That butterfly hairpin mystic realm possessed a bizarre ability. If Wang Ran's divine sense entered it, he could employ the method of Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, using the butterfly's true spirit to replace his own while practicing breathing and cultivation; a single day of such effort could equal a month of bitter toil.
Chapter 141