"Not bad."
"Now this is more like it. This is my son."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Wei Sinan looked at his son's new appearance, stroking his beard in satisfaction as a trace of amusement flashed through his eyes.
He had waited far too long for this day.
From the moment he had personally sealed his son's bloodline, he had known that one day, the Taotie Divine Body would descend upon the world in its most stunning form.
Wei Shang Tian slowly raised his hand and looked at his slender, jade-like fingers, seeming still somewhat unaccustomed to them.
He gently clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power surging through his body, and the corners of his lips slowly curved upward.
That smile was like moonlight spilling down, stealing the soul from mountains and rivers.
He lifted his eyes, his gaze piercing through space and landing on Lu Xue, who had long since been struck speechless with shock.
Those eyes were no longer the small eyes from before, but two deep, star-abyss-like pools. Faint divine patterns of the devouring law flowed within them; a single glance was enough to make one's heart sway.
All transformation had settled into place, and all shock had sunk deep.
Heaven and earth fell silent, and countless eyes watched.
Everyone was waiting for this newly advanced quasi-Saint to say something.
Many powerful figures stood in the void.
They were all watching Wei Shang Tian.
After all, the commotion this time had been enormous enough to draw every one of them here.
Quite a few of them knew Wei Shang Tian.
They covered their mouths, their faces filled with shock.
Was this still that fat man from before?
Was this still the man they had secretly cursed as useless?
The smile at the corner of