Li Ziran did not know, nor did he understand, but his body rapidly swelled within the bubble's embrace. He was now like a small mountain. Whenever his size increased to a certain extent, the Devouring Serpent in the Razorblade Sea would always grow inexplicably excited. What he understood even less was that this creature loved rubbing its snakeskin against him.
It liked the collision of their tongues even more.
He had considered retreating, but every time, the other party would wrap around him. Such attempts to retreat only seemed like teasing, leaving the Devouring Serpent unable to stop itself.
The larger he grew, the more fiercely he devoured the bubbles. Yet the other party remained tireless, always crushing the fragments before feeding them to him.
Like a wet nurse.
More like it was its favorite job.
Who knew how long this feeding had continued? The bubbles began to vanish. Just as Li Ziran thought the disaster was over, the surrounding fragments suddenly increased, all of them spatial fragments without exception.
He could not imagine how the Devouring Master had managed to gather so many fragments in a single day. What shocked him even more was that these fragments were dissolving, clinging tightly to his skin like colored glaze and burrowing bit by bit along the patterns.
He was certain that he was not a Devouring Serpent, because his stomach had not evolved. Yet the patterns on his surface could absorb those melted fragments into his flesh and blood, and that flesh and blood was mutating to a certain degree.
This puzzled him.
Could it be that Devouring Serpents had another way to evolve?
This violent Deep Sea no longer seemed capable of threatening him. He even felt like rolling around in these waters.
As his flesh grew, his consciousness became