Holy shit.
This Daoist's handsome face... I don't want to live anymore!
I should've just gone back. Staying here is way too humiliating!
Seeing the lines Peony displayed, everyone felt a faint sense of novelty.
Through the Brainwave translation, they had all learned what Wang Jixuan was currently going through.
To protect the Immortal Realm, Daoist Wang had given up his chance to return alive, lest he become the anchor for this monster ship's return to the Immortal Realm.
It was actually somewhat moving.
After all, seeking death was easy, while seeking life was difficult. Wang Jixuan had gone through a complicated process of thought and deliberation before convincing himself to make this decision.
But now, everyone around him wanted to know...
What exactly had Wang Jixuan turned into?
They really were too curious.
At that moment, aboard the Ship of the End, at the boundary between nothingness and existence, Daoist Wang had already successfully integrated into the world of these monsters.
Damn it.
Daoist Wang silently cursed under his breath as he lowered his head to look at the face reflected in the pool.
His handsome features had now gained a horn on his left forehead, scales on his right forehead, branches growing from behind his left shoulder, a pair of asymmetrical fleshy wings on his back, and several rather unattractive patterns across his body.
It was as though his Dao had come alive and merged with his body.
Daoist Wang raised his head and looked at the small house ahead.
This was the residence assigned to him.
The entire dwelling did not look large, its view cut off by the twisted, complex lights around it.
But in reality, this place was infinite.
Because there was no clear concept of space or time here.
This small house was