Arriving at Kunlun, Qin Fen received a reminder from the Heavenly Dao and was momentarily bewildered. Fortunately, he was no longer ordinary. He had mastered the Seventy-Two Transformations, and with the Thirty-Six Transformations, Big Chef was not without means. Unfortunately, he had attained the Dao in the Mortal Realm, so his strength was still bottom-tier. His accumulated mana was limited, and his control over laws could not be freely wielded. That instant teleportation just now had consumed more than half his reserves, so he could only bring out WeChat's auxiliary feature: the Hundred-and-Eight Transformations Meitu.
But Big Chef was still a Saint, even if not the sort of Saint known to the masses after a public broadcast. His recovery ability was still top-notch. Once his mana was depleted, he began absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The current Meitu was no ordinary thing. It was in its complete form. Qin Fen understood it somewhat; he knew that as long as he edited a photo of himself, he could transform in endless ways and become anything.
So he edited it, changing himself into the Queen Mother. His body naturally underwent a tangible transformation.
Looking at that tall, slender body, Qin Fen took a step. "What a heavy burden. My center of gravity is a little too far forward. This feels strange!" It really did feel strange. For a normal man, having eight or ten pounds hanging from his chest made walking a little tiring.
He supported his chest and smoothed it upward, then looked around. This was awkward as hell. "The feel is so good!" For the first time, Qin Fen discovered just how terrifyingly well-endowed the Queen Mother was. Other women had airstrips; hers was an aircraft carrier. Others had volcanoes; hers was a plateau!
Trembling, Qin Fen