Xu Zhi was utterly shocked.
Having fallen from the realm of an eighth-rank god, she could no longer distort the laws of the universe or reconstruct bodily matter, so she had revealed her true form?
Xu Zhi suddenly said, "In the future new era, there will be no laws or rules. No one will be able to distort rules, violate the Laws of Matter, or reshape themselves. In other words—during the Era of Dharma Decline, no one is allowed to become a spirit. If you advance your realm in the future, will you remain a bird for the rest of your life?"
Zhi Ji was suddenly at a loss as well, frozen like a wooden chicken. After thinking for a while, she said seriously, "That really is true! Both martial arts and soul cultivation are essential systems for strengthening flesh and soul. My body might grow as large as my husband's. At most, I'll become a giant bird covered in muscles!"
His mind suddenly went blank.
Xu Zhi suddenly thought of that muscular mother hen from before, Lin Hongfeng. "It's fine, husband. I think this is quite good. We can still be husband and wife. Maybe we can even have children in the future." Zhi Ji flapped her wings where she stood.
Clearly, she had long passed the age of judging things through the vulgar aesthetics of traditional views. Like most Saints, she saw through appearances to the essence and felt that body shape and race were not particularly important.
"Besides, what is there to worry about? If the Great Universe outside feels too discordant, our bodies in the Bloodline Universe can still use laws. We'll all be human there."
She still did not care much. Chuckling, she teased him, "At worst, I'll be your little pet in the outside