Little White Dragon watched Goat Strength Immortal.
The doubts in his heart were like a tangled mass of hemp.
No.
He told himself.
This isn't right.
If this is the Taotie Cauldron, then Taotie's devouring power should refine everything indiscriminately.
Without distinguishing friend from foe.
Without distinguishing intimates from strangers.
Anything that enters the cauldron is food.
Then what about Goat Strength Immortal?
He's food too.
He's prey swallowed into Taotie's stomach too.
So why is he acting as though nothing is wrong?
Why isn't he resisting?
Why isn't he afraid?
Countless thoughts surged through Little White Dragon's mind.
He could not make sense of it.
Could Taotie's devouring power actually recognize people?
Just as he pondered this, Goat Strength Immortal moved.
He sat cross-legged in the oil.
His hands formed a seal.
His ten fingers interlaced.
His thumbs pressed against the space between his brows.
Then he spoke.
His voice was low.
Hoarse.
Like an ancient incantation.
A single word.
The top of his head began to change.
Bones bulged beneath his human face.
His skin split.
Hair grew wildly.
Two horns slowly emerged from the crown of his head.
Curved.
Spiraling.
Grayish white throughout.
Like withered bones.
The horns were covered in fine, dense patterns.
They were identical to the Taotie patterns on the cauldron walls.
A goat's head.
The True-Origin Goat Head.
The antelope's origin blood essence gushed from the goat's head.
"A manifestation! Goat Strength Immortal has revealed his manifestation!"
Watching this transformation, the people of the Chechi Kingdom still did not regard him as a demonic Daoist, but as someone revealing a sacred manifestation.
This was the antelope manifestation.
Little White Dragon's pupils abruptly contracted.
He sensed it.
The change in the Taotie Cauldron.
The digestive power surging from every direction had... paused the instant