Grey summoned the phantom a few more times. Each manifestation was unstable, flickering between existence and illusion. However, without any mutated creatures or abominations to kill, he had no way of fully testing its combat capabilities.
Still, every time the phantom appeared, something inside Grey shifted.
It wasn't knowledge in the traditional sense, no sudden enlightenment, no flood of information. Instead, it felt instinctual, as though his body already knew how to command the phantom and was simply waiting for his mind to catch up.
This realization made Grey pause.
"When I go out to the Dead Sea, I'll continue cultivating the Life Demon Art," Grey muttered softly.
His gaze then shifted to the jade slip resting beside him, the Soul Severing Dao.
