The person before me was dressed in dark, elegant attire, his expression imposing. As his form gradually became whole, he opened his eyes filled with doubt.
"Haven't I already..."
He looked ahead and saw Lin Jing, clad in blue, standing opposite him with an unsightly turtle on his head, looking at him in astonishment.
"Was it you who summoned me in this form?" the man in the black robe asked.
"That's right..."
"Junior, greetings to His Majesty the Ancient Emperor." Lin Jing slightly clasped his fists: "Indeed, it was I who presumptuously summoned your projection."
"If there was any offense, I ask for your forgiveness."
"So that's it, this is the 'Divine Spirit Book' from the legends of the Immortal Palace, no wonder my power is less than one in ten thousand, only at the level of the Nascent Soul Stage... Moreover, the power is dissipating rapidly, I'm afraid it won't be long before I dissipate again."
