"Almost."
A thought stirred in Wang Lang's mind, and his body immediately floated to the surface.
He burst through the water, the sunlight somewhat dazzling.
Wang Lang stood in the shallow water by the bank, river water streaming down his gaunt frame.
He lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the water.
The surface rippled, reflecting a face that even he found somewhat unfamiliar.
The once clearly defined, hulking muscles had now shrunk drastically, withered away.
His skin clung tightly to bone and sinew, lacking its usual sheen and elasticity.
Most importantly, his formerly thick, jet-black hair had turned a dull grayish white, hanging loose over his shoulders.
The contours of his face had grown even sharper from his emaciation.
If ordinary people saw this appearance, they would likely think him a dried corpse that had just crawled out of an ancient tomb after attaining cultivation.
"...Have I turned into a scrawny mutt?"
Wang Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth, pulling his dry, shriveled skin along with it.
Revealing a terrifying smile.
If he activated the Ageless and Undying trait, he could recover his former appearance in an instant.
But he did not.
This half-dead state was precisely the best condition for continuously accumulating Intent.
Appearance? Before strength that grew every moment, it was not worth mentioning.
And from another perspective, this withered appearance could instead numb future enemies in battle.
After all, who would be wary of a dried corpse that looked like it would topple over with a gust of wind?
Just as he was examining his changes.
"Lang... Langzi? Is that you?"
"You... how... how did you become this ghostly?"
An incredulous cry, trembling with fear, came from the forest behind him.
Wang Lang turned around.
He saw a snow-white little fox spring