"Senior Bai, have you heard of this Spirit Summoning and Command technique?"
Jiang Yang put away the jade slip and chatted idly with Bai Tang.
Ever since they had arrived at the Ancestral Court, Bai Tang had behaved much more cautiously. Never mind showing herself—even speaking had become a rarity.
Now she quietly shook her head and said:
"I don't recall it, but judging by the text, it was indeed compiled by ancient cultivators. It calls itself an invocation, yet the intent to issue binding commands could hardly be clearer."
Jiang Yang nodded in agreement.
In fact, the latter part of the jade slip contained an even simpler method of binding spirits through decrees, and its tone was far more imperious. Commanding generals still allowed for a little courtesy, but once spirits were bound, whether they agreed or not no longer mattered. They had to hurry over and await their orders.
From the eighteenth floor onward, the rewards had begun to grow precious, but the difficulty also rose in a straight line. Even Jiang Yang had to take it seriously.
The Spirit Puppets conjured from cloud vapor were rather remarkable. They could fully imitate his Sword Art, movement techniques, and cultivation realm.
But they were conjured constructs, after all, and could not reproduce Bi's level of sword mastery. Otherwise, fighting a "self" like that would have been absurdly difficult.
Sheathing his sword, Jiang Yang passed through the doorway and continued to the next floor.
The moment he entered, the figure conjured by the Spirit Puppet was already standing in the arena, waiting with a sword cradled in its arms.
There were now two of them, both bearing Jiang Yang's face.
"Well now, one wasn't enough, so you brought two?"
Jiang Yang's heart tightened. This Heavenly Tower certainly showed no mercy.