"Demon Nightmare, come forth!"
After extracting Demon Nightmare, Chen Mo let out a sharp shout.
In an instant, it was as though heaven and earth had changed color. The vast bedchamber was reduced to black and white, while streaks of visible black Sword Intent swept out from the void and swiftly filled the entire hall.
An extremely oppressive aura suddenly spread through the room.
The next moment, tiny black fragments continuously flew out from Chen Mo's body.
Every tiny black fragment was wrapped in sigils and demonic patterns, carrying a mysterious yet terrifying power.
The fragments slowly gathered, finally condensing before Chen Mo into a black figure that radiated Sword Intent, though its features could not be seen.
It knelt on one knee before Chen Mo and respectfully said, "Sword Spirit Demon Nightmare greets Master."
Judging from the voice alone, it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.
At the same time, a stream of memories entered Chen Mo's mind.
The so-called growth type meant that every time Chen Mo's strength rose by one star, Demon Nightmare's strength would increase as well. Once it reached a certain level, it could even evolve on its own.
Demon Nightmare was currently a one-star Dou Ling.
"Become a sword!"
Chen Mo spoke to Demon Nightmare.
Demon Nightmare immediately said nothing and transformed into a streak of black light that shot toward Chen Mo.
Then, black fragments gathered in Chen Mo's hand and condensed into a three-foot-long black sword.
The blade was around ten centimeters wide and covered in demonic patterns.
It felt icy cold in his hand, yet it gave off a sense of immense power.
This was something Tian Yuan could not possess.
After figuring out these strange things.
For the following period of time.
Chen Mo began handling