If one cultivated something of the same type, a situation like Sikong Jing's could indeed occur.
That was to say, a certain spirit image was extremely close to him.
For example, before some people's masters, parents, or other elders died, they would also imprint their spirit images into their successors' spirit platform sea of consciousness for them to cultivate and absorb.
Though spirit images looked humanoid, they were neither people nor souls. They were merely a form of power.
At their core, they were the same as true energy!
Zhang Duiyin's mouth fell open. Then, somewhat embarrassed, she said, "Sorry, Junior Brother Sikong. I acted too impulsively just now."
Not only had she secretly slipped into someone else's room, she had interrupted Sikong Jing's cultivation and even entered his spirit platform sea of consciousness.
Sikong Jing merely smiled and replied, "It is fine. Senior Sister Zhang meant well too."
He did not mind it at all. In fact, he rather liked it. At least in that instant, the Zhang siblings, Weng Ting, and Hua Meixi had all acted to save him, coming with good intentions.
Yet just as the misunderstanding was cleared up, a faint voice sounded. "Junior Brother Sikong, you actually condensed a spirit image."
The voice belonged to Weng Ting!
The moment those words fell, the entire room once again became eerily silent. The Zhang siblings and Hua Meixi all abruptly raised their heads and stared straight at Sikong Jing, their eyes filled with utter shock.
Sikong Jing was only in the Soul-Reversal Realm, yet spirit images could generally only be condensed upon reaching the Spirit Martial Stage.
In other words, Sikong Jing had condensed one early, while still in the Soul-Reversal Realm. It was simply too inconceivable.
When they had just seen his spirit image within his