The Pale Moon

Shi Lan's strength had reached the point where she could uproot mountains and hurl peaks as if it were child's play. Flattening an ordinary hill would take little effort.

After testing her strength a little, Shi Lan quickly shed her animal hides and changed into the Moon-Ji Skirt.

The Moon-Ji Skirt was remarkably durable. Its inner armor fitted snugly against her body without causing the slightest discomfort, as if she were wearing nothing but a layer of icy silk.

A thin film seemed to coat the skirt's outer surface. It was impervious to poison, water, and fire, and dust could not cling to it.

The Moon-Ji Skirt was excellent in every respect, but its style left Shi Lan feeling rather unaccustomed to it.

Compared with the White Crane Skirt's simple design, the Moon-Ji Skirt was far too ornate. Its hem trailed along the ground, decorated with countless rare birds and exotic beasts, while immortal herbs and auspicious clouds lined its edges. It was honestly a bit too extravagant.

Once she had put on the skirt, Shi Lan began to explore its abilities, tentatively channeling a wisp of true qi into it.

A hazy moonlight enveloped the cave abode. The patterns on the skirt's hem shimmered, as if they were about to come alive.

The true qi in Shi Lan's body surged, swelling by more than thirty percent.

"This..."

Her true qi now exceeded that of a late Earth Fiend Realm martial artist and was no weaker than that of one at the peak of the realm.

To increase it by more than thirty percent on top of that was a terrifying boost.

However, the Moon-Ji Skirt had originally been made for transformed demon kings. The increase in cultivation it gave her probably meant little to a Myriad Forms Realm demon