Once the transformation was complete, not only his appearance but his state of mind and aura were utterly different from those of Yi Shuyuan before.
The cultivators around him, all of whom had reached considerable heights, had witnessed the instant of transformation with their own eyes. Naturally, they knew this was no mere illusion!
Never mind the Beiming Old Demon-even Shi Wei's lips parted slightly, and she did not know what to say.
That single earthly-baleful transformation had briefly shaken the minds of everyone watching.
Yi Shuyuan, however, did not fall into a daze. His eyes opened a fraction, and only the Beiming Wolf Demon remained within them!
"Whoooosh..."
Without anyone noticing, the Great Flood had returned, filling the surrounding mountains.
The sword he had flung away had vanished without a trace, yet a certain artistic conception grew ever stronger in Yi Shuyuan's heart.
It was both sword intent and the spirit of music!
His inner world reflected outward. The dark clouds overhead broke apart, radiant light shone down, and a bright moon seemed to emerge within the Mountain and River State Map.
The moment Beiming met the gaze of the woman in the sky, he snapped out of his stupor as though waking from a dream. This is bad!
But in the next instant, Yi Shuyuan pressed the strings with his left hand and lightly plucked with his fingertips. The pipa's strings stirred!
"Clang-a-lang~~~"
That single gentle pluck carried the cold ferocity and ringing steel of armored cavalry and clashing weapons.
It was Lining the Camps within the musical realm!
At that same instant, boundless sword intent emerged with the surging Great Flood.
"ROAR-"
Beiming charged toward the woman in the sky amid terrifying demonic flames, becoming a torrent of demonic energy. His momentum surpassed his previous attack, and