The difficulty of transformation lay not only in the many tribulations before and during it, but also in whether one's understanding of cultivation could sustain a successful transformation.
For cultivators devoted to the Dao in particular, transformation itself embodied the natural Dao of heaven and earth. This was also why demon cultivators with truly exceptional attainment often found transformation even harder.
Yet today, amid wind and thunder, a fish as translucent as jade swam joyfully through the lightning and torrential rain. Though the tribulation lightning striking her brought pain, she knew it was helping her shed her old body and be reborn.
As for the form she wished to take, that had ceased to hinder the fish demon many years ago. A painted scroll unfurled in her heart. The Great Yong Painting Sage, still unknown back then, had long ago left precious paintings for Chen Han and her two younger siblings.
Amid the torrential rain and terrifying lightning deep in the mountains, the last flashes in the sky converged upon a mountain peak.
There, beneath the pouring rain, a woman with lustrous skin embraced the smooth stone at the summit, feeling the rain's temperature and the mountain wind's howl. Washed by the rain, her long hair cascaded down her chest and back like waterfalls, yet could scarcely conceal the proud contours of her body as she stretched.
Yu Xinmei trembled slightly, not from cold but from excitement. She dared not open her eyes immediately. Instead, she felt her face little by little, then brushed her hands over every inch of her skin, savoring every sensation her fingertips and body returned, from tingling itches to sensitive shivers.
Many were sensations she could never have experienced as a fish.
At last, Yu Xinmei opened her eyes and looked at her hands, each