Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox.
"Nine tails?" Coroa pointed at Ye Changsheng's tails. He was good at math, and there were clearly only eight in front of him. Besides, "Didn't you come from another world? Why are you a Spirit Beast?"
The little white fox licked his paw. Who knows!
He was just as confused. Perhaps the barrier he had challenged this time was too close to the truth, or perhaps his growing power had brought him too close to the World Laws, so he had been knocked straight back to his original form. Either way, he accepted it quickly. Whatever form he took, it would not stop him.
"You're still going to keep trying?" Coroa's fingers itched to find out what those huge, fluffy tails felt like. But before his hand got close, the Little White Fox raked several scratches across it. "Ow! Take it easy. This body's expensive!"
He would not bleed, and the scratches did him no harm, but the materials used to make this Puppet body were costly. Even minor damage would cost a fair bit to repair. Coroa had plenty of money now, but it still pained him. The materials were hard to find.
Of course Ye Changsheng would keep going. He had come this far; there was no way he would give up.
But he had also discovered something troubling. Having been forced back into his original form, he did not even know how to become human again. He could still use the Power of Rules to cross the Space-Time Rift, but each time he was knocked back afterward, he lost a tail, and his memories grew a little hazier.
Until one day, when he woke again, he found himself looking into a pair of eyes he could not tell were strange or familiar. He could