After tossing the designed spell model into the potion, Jiang Han clutched the liquor bottle as if marching to her death and started chugging.
One bottle of hard liquor down, paired with the potion, Jiang Han felt as though her body had caught fire. Her consciousness drifted beyond her flesh, her spirit seeming to float free.
Everything before her eyes twisted, warped, transforming into a scorching scene as though she were inside a steamer.
Jiang Han clutched her head, an alluring smile appearing on her face by instinct.
What I'm seeing is... the seabed? There was a sunken ship, glowing coral reefs, underwater whirlpools sweeping up sand... Jiang Han gazed at the scene in tranquil distraction. At that moment, she felt incomparably refreshed, her consciousness separating and gathering, drifting yet focusing.
Her senses covered the entire Sky Island. She could see—could witness Qin Shunying approaching her while holding a glass of liquor that radiated cold air.
She could feel the frost emanating from her eyes rushing into her blood, into her heart. She could clearly sense the potion's power remaking her, recording the spell model into her brain. At the same time, the scorching Flame Burst Spell potion slowly washed over the witch's petite body, filling her bones with blazing power.
The more spells a witch learned, the farther her essence would stray from humanity.
This realization suddenly dawned on her. Every time a witch learned a new spell, she would be strengthened in some way. In theory, every witch possessed the potential to become a "monster."
At the same time, her magical power surged ever deeper like the tide. It was as though a tributary had been opened, another warm river pouring into the ocean of her magical power.
It had increased—like flowing water, like rainwater, like droplets of