"My spirit is the hook, to pierce the vast and veiled;
My Qi, the bait, cast throughout the ten directions.
I grant you form, neither yin nor yang;
I awaken your spirit, to know the yielding and the firm.
Come forth!"
As Qi Yun's hands formed dozens of profound Dharma Seals, he chanted the Spell. In his palm, the sigil formed from the spell's lingering resonance burst forth with a dazzling glow.
The next instant!
The void began to boil and tremble.
Amid a low hum, a calf-sized figure with incredibly heavy, stiff steps slowly squeezed its way out from the depths of the distorted void.
Each step was accompanied by the grating sound of metal scraping against metal.
"This is… a dog?"
Only then did Qi Yun clearly see that what he had summoned with the Master of Profound Mysteries skill was a wolfhound the size of a calf—one cast entirely from bronze.
