Su Shi'er pondered in silence. After several thoughts flashed through his mind and he connected all the information he had gathered, he immediately formed a guess.
Only then did the stone in his heart settle somewhat.
Still, these were ultimately only guesses. Su Shi'er could not determine the true situation and could only remain highly vigilant.
Under Su Shi'er's watchful gaze, merely the time it took to burn an incense stick passed.
The flood dragon's body, over thirty feet long, shrank until it was only seven feet in length.
Then, scale after scale peeled away from the flood dragon's corpse, revealing a naked, burly human-shaped body lying flat on the ground.
If not for the obvious bulges atop its head and the patches of scales still not fully shed from its body, its outline alone would have been nearly indistinguishable from that of a mortal or cultivator of the human race.
Seeing this, Su Shi'er's tightly held heart finally relaxed completely, and he secretly let out a long breath.
"Thankfully! Just as I thought, this flood dragon merely borrowed the Demonic Core to continue fulfilling its instinct from before death and transform into human form."
"Now that the flood dragon's scales have fallen off on their own, this is a good thing. It saves me quite a bit of trouble."
"Still, how to deal with the flood dragon's corpse is troublesome. Should I divide it up for different uses, or...?"
As Su Shi'er silently considered and analyzed the matter, he suddenly turned to look at the Wood Element Puppet beside him, and a thought stirred in his mind.
He had not forgotten that a supreme treasure still lay hidden within his dantian's qi sea: the Seventh-grade Magic Treasure, Thousand Year Strike!
Yet with his current cultivation realm, he could not