Amid the ruins of the temple, Qin Chuan sat cross-legged, tightly enveloped by a Shadow Domain Prototype as dark as ink, its edges flowing with the light of laws.
His body was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.
The God Realm Seed, which held the foundations of a world, was forcing its way into his flesh, soul, and even his will.
"Argh..."
A stifled growl escaped Qin Chuan's throat as waves of agony battered his consciousness.
This was more than flesh being torn apart and rebuilt. It was the fundamental pain of having his very nature as a living being forcibly elevated and remade.
Countless arcane runes of law collided and merged beneath his skin, within his bones, and through his blood, trying to forge his mortal body into a vessel capable of holding a "world."
Mysterious gold and black patterns flickered across his skin, brightening and dimming like breaths.
Each flicker brought the crack of bone and a spasm of muscle.
His consciousness felt as though it had been cast into a vast furnace. The immense knowledge and fundamental laws within the God Realm Seed were being branded deep into his soul.
Hold on... I have to hold on...
Qin Chuan clenched his teeth, desperately guarding the last shred of clarity in his mind.
He could feel his form of life changing beyond any hope of reversal.
Danger and opportunity came together. Failure meant utter annihilation; success meant stepping onto a path no one had ever walked—achieving Body-to-Kingdom Transformation and becoming a walking Shadow Domain!
He frantically drew on every power within him.
His blood surged like liquid mercury, his mental strength focused to its limit, and his newly formed Shadow Domain Prototype worked at full force. He tried to draw the God Realm Seed's violent torrent of Origin Essence into