Two more years had passed.
Liu Ming, through his daily training, had once again adapted to the environment, and at this point, his control over the shadowy figures had obviously become more adept than before. The solidity of the shadows and the spiritual power fluctuations they emitted were also increasingly resembling his physical body.
However, he still hadn't succeeded in fully conjuring the fourth shadow figure.
So, he resolutely increased the difficulty once more.
Time trickled by, one year, two years, and in a blink of an eye, another five years had passed.
Enveloped in black qi, Liu Ming himself was like a dark specter, nimbly zigzagging through the rocky forest without making the slightest sound.
Two shadows that looked identical to him still flanked his side, but these shadows were now clearly more complete than before, with fully formed limbs, and their facial features were clearly discernible.