[Level 70 · Yin Spirit Tianchen]
Chu Mo gazed at the fifth-tier Yin Spirit before him and put the earlier matter out of his mind.
The Yin Spirit, refined from multiple Thought Spirits, stood quietly before him, clad in pitch-black armor with a longsword at his waist. His face was indistinct, his presence as deep as an abyss.
Though he had lost his three heads and six arms, he looked all the more imposing. His eyes were no longer dull and vacant, but held a glimmer of intelligence.
"Good. His level didn't drop." Chu Mo nodded in satisfaction.
He circled the Yin Spirit, studying him from head to toe, and grew more pleased with every look. With combat power at the peak of spirit transformation and multiple mystiques at his disposal, he would be an exceptional asset, whether fighting enemies or safeguarding Chu Mo's cultivation.
"If only a few more Thought Spirits like that would turn up."
He made the remark casually, without truly expecting it. After all, the core Thought Spirit behind that restrictive seal had formed from the fusion of dozens of lingering thoughts. Such a thing could only be encountered by chance, not sought out. Obtaining even one was already a stroke of fortune.
Chu Mo beckoned, and the Yin Spirit turned into a streak of dusky light that vanished into the Profound Banner. Then he half-closed his eyes, and his consciousness ascended into the spirit realm.
Within the Luo Feng True Realm, majestic dark-blue mountain ranges stretched across the void, Nether Radiance flowing amid a heavy pall of death. Chang Le had long been waiting there. Seeing Chu Mo's Dharma Body manifest, she bowed gracefully. "Original self."
Chu Mo gave a slight nod and said only, "Continue." Chang Le gently raised her delicate hand,