Watching Yu Haoming draw nearer, Meng Zhi swung the longsword in his hand.
The longsword transformed into a stick of tall incense.
Meng Zhi's expression turned solemn.
Holding it in both hands, he puffed out a mouthful of yang fire.
The yang fire lit the tall incense, and Meng Zhi immediately planted it in his hair crown.
The moment the incense settled, the black-gold Dharma robe on Meng Zhi's body changed into formal ceremonial robes.
He formed seals with both hands and stepped through the Dipper Paces.
As he shook his head and swayed, he chanted incantations.
The spell was quite clear at first, but as he continued chanting, it became increasingly obscure. In the end, the clear words turned into muttering and incomprehensible babble.
Yiyi-yaya.
Meng Zhi chanted faster and faster, while his Dipper Paces grew broader and more unrestrained.
As he shook his head, he bared his fangs and grimaced.
Fangs pierced through his lips and grew out.
His dark-gold hair was stained with a layer of scarlet.
His ordinary frame grew taller.
A short while later.
He had already become burly and towering.
Until he suddenly opened his eyes, his dark-gold tiger eyes split into black and red.
Like the brightest stars igniting in the depths of a dark abyss.
"Waaah-yah-yah!"
"Boom."
His ceremonial robes transformed into a proper robe at that moment, while ten small banners condensed behind his back amid illusion.
The towering figure turned sideways.
It was an iron-blue face.
The jutting fangs lent him a measure of ferocity, yet upon seeing those eyes, one could only feel that this was an innate deity possessed of transcendent divinity.
"What kind of spell is that?"
"Not sure."
"The Dharma Eye hasn't detected anything unusual. It's just..." the Venerable aboard the giant warship said gravely.