The effects of the Luo Element were obvious. Li Ziran could clearly feel his flesh gradually relaxing, his body's restraint over the elements slowly weakening.
He was not particularly pleased. These methods were all under his control, and the phenomena they displayed were exactly as he had expected.
But his appearance had not changed in the slightest. His goat hooves disgusted him, especially within these rock layers, where having no fingers to climb with made him deeply uncomfortable.
Back when he had no elemental perception, he had always believed he could survive in this world through surgery.
He had been confident.
But now he could not even hold a scalpel. His current situation was utterly unimaginable, a field he had never encountered and could not comprehend.
He was somewhat bewildered, and even more restless.
How could he free himself from this bizarre state?
Within the pitch-black cave, only the sound of flowing water remained. The drip-drip sound grew ever quieter. His whole body lay sprawled across smooth bluestone, while his goat-shaped reflection shimmered in a distant stream.
His body was entirely white, mixed with the grass-yellow unique to goats. Two huge horns curled like those of a ram.
He could not help recalling the seven ewes from earlier. If he had simply been a goat, he would have been willing to peacefully serve as the leader of the flock.
Unfortunately, he was not.
He had to figure out exactly what kind of spell this was.
He used Frog Transformation again. It was useless. That self-transformation ability had been stripped away; this goat form created by a spell seemed unable to accommodate any other Transformation Spell.
Elements were useless too.
He could not find an element capable of countering it.
To undo the transformation, he needed the caster's blood. He needed