"True nature? True spirit?" Lin Sheng rolled the two unfamiliar terms around in his mind. He had never heard of such concepts before.
The Meltform Phantom hurriedly explained in detail.
"A true spirit is the foundation of beings like us, born of rules. It stands a level above the mind and will, equivalent to the source of a human soul. True nature is the condensed core of a true spirit, the essence of our existence. Once someone controls our true nature, we can only submit to their whims. Unless they willingly release us, we can never escape their control."
At this point, a trace of complicated emotion entered the Meltform Phantom's consciousness. "After cultivating for so long, I've only condensed this single wisp of true nature. Giving it to you now is tantamount to putting most of my life in your hands."
Lin Sheng looked thoughtful. He roughly understood what true nature did. It clearly involved a quality that existed on a higher level than the mind and will.
Moreover, it seemed especially important to an innate creation like the Meltform Phantom. Holding its true nature was equivalent to possessing a highly binding contract.
With that thought, he extended a finger and said calmly,
"Hand over your true nature."
Now that he had a means of keeping this fellow in check, he did not mind sparing its life. After all, it was an innate creation with considerable potential for growth and impressive combat strength.
The Meltform Phantom's combat strength was certainly no weaker than Feya's, and might even surpass hers somewhat.
Hearing Lin Sheng's words, the Meltform Phantom hesitated for a moment before finally gritting its teeth.
A golden speck of light finer than a strand of hair struggled free of the slime, radiating pure fluctuations of meltform rules. This