Above the Endless Sea, fierce winds cut like knives.
Yet the Golden-Plume Thunder Roc's back remained remarkably steady.
His protective barrier kept every gust out.
Ji Yuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. A faint light flickered between his brows, as though something were taking root and sprouting inside him.
The information Dong Qian had transmitted through her Primordial Spirit was as vast as the sea.
Ji Yuan spent a full incense stick's worth of time absorbing the last rune. Then he slowly breathed out a turbid breath and opened his eyes.
"So this is the Demon-Transforming Art?"
He murmured in unconcealed wonder. "It truly cheats the laws of the Great Dao to seize the creative power of heaven and earth—the person who devised this art was a madman, and a genius."
Dong Qian's soft laughter sounded deep within his Sea of Consciousness. "Junior Brother, I obtained this art from the same Secret Realm where I seized the Fish-Woman. Its origins can no longer be traced. Just remember one thing—once you master it, at your current cultivation level, no one will see through your true form unless you run into a demon king in the Body Integration Realm. Not even a Sixth Tier great demon comparable to a Void Refinement cultivator could manage it."
Ji Yuan nodded slowly and looked past the edge of the Golden-Plume Thunder Roc's wing toward the distant meeting point of sea and sky.
A dark green coastline was faintly visible there.
That island.
That island, shrouded entirely in demonic aura, was the gateway to the Demon God Continent.
After watching it for a while, he looked away and gently patted the Golden-Plume Thunder Roc's back.
"No need to land just yet." Ji Yuan's voice had regained its usual composure. "I'll make plans once I've comprehended