Zhang Deming stood frozen, lost in thought for a long time before he came back to his senses. After a while, the profound sense of ancientness enveloping his body slowly faded away.
Looking at the now-calm black mist before him, Zhang Deming pondered for a moment. As his Spiritual Power surged, the black mist, under a sky full of dreamlike Spiritual Light, slowly took on Zhang Deming's appearance.
The figure was somewhat ethereal and blurry, like a low-quality holographic image.
This was Zhang Deming's first true Dream Spirit. From the moment he learned Heart Dream Control, it had developed a Summoning-oriented extension due to the influence of his Summoning core.
But now that he had developed it to the Tier Four Magic Level, he had never extracted anyone's soul as material to create a permanent Dream Spirit.
Before, the most he had done was spend some time to condense a Dream Spirit with a bit of Spiritual Wisdom, but those things couldn't exist permanently.
