Zhang Deming composed himself, took the Treasure Box, and returned to the storage room. He set down the Celestial Heart Treasure Box. 'Might as well give myself some hope,' he mused.
After setting the box down, Zhang Deming looked at the dreamy orb of light he had sealed. A mass of black mist swirled inside, flickering with blurry, imperceptible images.
'I wonder if this thing has any relevant memories inside!'
Zhang Deming gazed at the sphere of black mist, his thoughts racing. But his Heart Dream Technique was only at Tier Three; he didn't dare act so recklessly.
His cultivation was only at the Duality level and his Technique had yet to reach the Law Level. On top of that, the Soul Mist had come from a Soul Dao Demon Cultivator.
Forget searching for memories; if he acted rashly, there was a very real chance he'd be counter-controlled and turned into a Substitute Death for the original owner!
