As that profound insight slowly receded like the tide, Jiang Xuan lowered his eyes instinctively, his gaze falling upon the shadow at his feet.
"Rip—"
As his gaze focused, that once-ordinary shadow abruptly swelled and twisted. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a ferocious, terrifying dark demon phantom, the chilling aura spilling from it seeming ready to devour even the surrounding light.
Yet in the next instant, the demon phantom silently contracted, returning to its usual docility.
This—was the initial form of the Rimewinter Ghost.
The Rimewinter Ghost chiefly originated from the yin incarnation of the Duality Heaven-Balancing Domain.
Jiang Xuan's true body was yang, while his shadow naturally belonged to yin. Using the shadow as its vessel allowed the Rimewinter Ghost's power to be brought out to its fullest.
Of course, if he wanted it to completely transform into its perfect form, the crucial step still lay in the Shadow Sword deep within Jiang Xuan's sea of consciousness, which had already thoroughly fused with the six swords of Winter Valley.
Only when that sword truly merged with his shadow could this demon phantom unleash flawless might.
"I wonder whether my Rimewinter Ghost can contend head-on with Zhong Ming's Skyborne Whale?"
What Jiang Xuan, lost in thought, did not notice was that both the Shadowfolk and the Moon Spirit Remnant Clan were watching him.
—No, rather, he had noticed, but simply had not cared much.
After what happened with Zhu Ming, ever since he had picked up his wine cup and drunk the Heart Tribulation spirit wine, these two groups had kept him firmly locked in tense, cautious gazes.
They knew that their close watch over him was born from fear that another disturbance might arise, while Jiang Xuan himself had no intention of causing trouble.
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