Funeral
Demon Saint Myriad Transformations Neural Scripture level 11 (0/110)
As Magical Power circulated, Zhang Yu watched two hairs fall from his head. They continuously twisted and transformed in midair, ultimately becoming two little fish.
At the same time, moisture in the air rapidly condensed under the effect of the Azure Water Golden Crystal Armor, turning into a mass of water that gathered in midair and caught the fish transformed from his hairs.
As the fish swam back and forth through the water, Zhang Yu sensed its temperature, currents, touch, visual information, and more—as though the two fish were parts of his own body, which he had freely controlled and extended into the water.
"I finally reached level 11 before the finals."
"I wonder what kind of format the finals will use."
The level 11 Demon Saint Myriad Transformations Neural Scripture did not disappoint Zhang Yu. After trying it out a little, he immediately felt how useful it was.
If one had to ask exactly how useful it was, Zhang Yu might have said... it was like when he was on Earth, being able to create North Africans, East Africans, West Africans, South Africans, West Coast people, and East Coast people. Their physiques were astonishing, and each specialized in different skills such as singing, dancing, rap, shopping, and so on. Every one of them could stand alone and bring Zhang Yu profits.
"I hope I'll have an opportunity and enough time during the finals to raise my strength again."
"Sigh, if it were half a year later—no, even if I had just three more months, my chances of taking the championship would be vastly different."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu abruptly shook his head and cast aside these distracting thoughts. "This isn't the time to think about that. No matter