Outside the Sewer

Zhang Ping's Sanctified World suppressed all spirits.

If that black hand was a spirit, Sanctified World would have detected and suppressed it.

It wasn't that he hadn't used Appraisal on the arm, or that he hadn't examined it with Psychokinesis. Both had given him the same result: a psionic arm.

So it had once been a spirit, but had since become something strange that no longer even counted as one. Perhaps it had something to do with that world, but Zhang Ping had no intention of going back to investigate.

About half an hour passed before Zhang Ping fully adjusted to the "setting" of having a spirit inside his body.

Given his Mental Strength, he would undoubtedly become a spirit when he died. He simply hadn't developed one yet because he was still alive.

Spirit Projection normally consumed Mental Strength to form a temporary spirit. But Zhang Ping's Mental Strength was so great that a spirit had formed under the ability's influence without him even activating it.

The problem was that its formation hadn't been truly "natural." It had been caused by the ability.

The spirit was too powerful, its presence too strong. His body couldn't adapt at once, leaving him with a headache, nausea, and a general sense of misery.

Fortunately, Zhang Ping was exceptionally strong and far more adaptable than most people. After a brief spell of discomfort, he recovered.

"Keep going. I just need to lie down for a while!"

Once he felt better, Zhang Ping said this to Zhang Shouzhong beside him.

"You're really all right?"

Zhang Shouzhong sounded worried.

"I'm fine. Let's go!"

Zhang Ping snapped, then quickly fell asleep.

This time, he used Dragon Slumber, though he set it for a very short duration: just two hours.

As he slept, a thin golden film