Was this what a god was?
As the Indigo Witch showed signs of distress, Fu Qian couldn't help marveling to himself.
His body wasn't simply swelling. It wasn't even the effect of the Glorious Tyrant.
Just moments ago, after ascending to False Godhood, his newly acquired Mythical Form had activated for the first time.
As it turned out, just as he'd sensed back then, something had changed beyond his very nature.
Though his entire body remained hidden beneath the Yellow Robe, Fu Qian was certain that his appearance was no longer the same combination of starry lines and a dark void.
It had become flesh and blood once more.
A towering frame, dusky skin, and bulging muscles. With every movement, even space and time seemed to tremble. He looked every bit the giant-slaying god.
His proportions were even quite standard.
And Fu Qian was certain that this form, powerful enough to infuse every strand of hair with strength, belonged to the being he wore like a cloak.
That was right. He had become "Him"—completely and utterly.
Unlike the simple increase in rank that came with False God Incarnation, at this moment, he could clearly feel the change in his very nature.
Sublime, transcendent, capable of tearing all things apart with a single blow.
Neither the Indigo Witch before him nor the little shop could suppress him anymore.
Though his body and mind were rapidly being drained, in this special way, he was briefly on equal footing with her.
It was certainly a most unusual experience, but that wasn't what amazed Fu Qian.
As a carbon-based life form with decades of experience, he'd immediately realized that there was something wrong with the way this flesh-and-blood body worked.
To be sure, this body was filled with divinity, and even its mere