Cracks suddenly appeared.
At that moment, what had originally been nothing more than an ordinary boulder found anywhere, at most somewhat elongated in shape, suddenly split open along a neat ring near its upper layer.
If an ordinary person had been present at that moment—especially someone timid—they would probably have screamed on the spot, "Ghost!"
That was hardly surprising, because after that ring-shaped crack appeared, the boulder looked exactly like a stone coffin.
No, it was a stone coffin!
Crack!
At last, the stone coffin completely opened.
"Damn it, I actually died? That damned bastard actually forced me to self-destruct my soul?"
A low roar rang out, followed by an eruption of surging spiritual power.
But in the next instant, the voice became incomparably stunned, followed by another wave of towering rage.
"Damn it, that bastard actually stripped away all my Dadas? What exactly happened? How did he do it? How could he possibly do it?"
Amid furious questions and bafflement, the owner of the voice emerged from the stone coffin.
Had Qin Shaofeng been there, he would have been greatly shocked, because the person who came out of the stone coffin was none other than Wang Fujun!!!
Qin Shaofeng did not know that Wang Fujun's Spirit Transformation Art was far from simple.
Moreover, as the creator of the Spirit Transformation Art, Wang Fujun naturally understood its drawbacks extremely well.
Since he harbored ambitions of competing for the position of Dao World Master of the Spirit Dao World, his true strength was naturally not what Qin Shaofeng had seen.
When Wang Fujun created the Spirit Transformation Art, he had already noticed its flaws.
However, he had also already devised a solution.
That was to divide his soul and refine a special avatar.
Then, he would have the avatar cultivate the