Summoning

“The Nine Heavenly Thunder, majestic celestial might. The Nine Nether Flames, fiercely burning with the utmost yang energy. The three dark fires, the four symbols, the six harmonies...”

Mu Xiuling, standing in the air, looked down upon the beasts with a sacred and solemn demeanor.

Her mouth murmured these words, and silence fell upon the surroundings.

At this moment, it seemed as if the space where Mu Xiuling stood had become an independent realm of its own, separate from the rest.

Five-Foot Zhan Ru and Antelope Horse, inside the cave, could see Mu Xiuling’s figure from behind.

At this moment, both of them were stunned, unable to believe that this was the same obedient and adorable little girl they knew.

“What is this?” Antelope Horse looked at Mu Xiuling in confusion.

Although he didn’t understand the profound technique and supernatural power at play, he could feel his inner being trembling.

“Could this be the summoning power of a spiritual body?”