Long Slumbering Soul: True Form

"Damn ants!!!"

The Long Slumbering Soul's fury reached its peak, and his body seemed to undergo some terrifying change. The black miasma covering his surface began to shudder and surge violently, as though it would corrode everything away.

"Long Slumbering Turtle... a false Long Slumbering Soul..."

"How dare you... How dare you! How dare you insult me like this!!!"

"Insult the noble bloodline flowing through this body of mine!"

Roar!

The next moment, the flesh and blood of his body suddenly churned and surged. Countless creature heads emerged across the surface of the black miasma in an instant, unleashing savage roars. Blood Qi shook the air and earth as his body rapidly reassembled.

"Hehehe..."

"It seems my ultimate defense, formed by gathering countless outer shells and carapaces, has truly left you helpless. That is why you resorted to such a crude and childish method to provoke me..."

Extreme rage filled his voice. He had even seen through Li Miao and the others' scheme, clearly not foolish enough to fail to recognize a Provocation Tactic.

"But I must admit, you succeeded..."

"I am the greatest manifestation of countless bloodlines, a part of the Primordial Soul that slumbers beyond the constraints of time and the world!"

"Even if I have long lost the Primordial Soul's embrace... even if I have forgotten much and am no longer as powerful as I once was..."

"I still will not tolerate insult or contempt!"

Whoosh—

The black miasma cheered, and the flesh within it trembled. In an instant, an incomparably massive head, wrapped in dark red carapace and leathery skin, twisted its way out.

That head bore the traits of countless racial bloodlines, yet it did not appear chaotic or grotesque. Instead, it possessed a strangely intense, eerie beauty.

An unusual light flickered in its eyes,