Hearing Lu Changgen's words, Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
He sensed Lu Changgen's aura beginning to change.
A seemingly more tyrannical and violent might surged forth.
Then came a series of crunching sounds, as though something was being chewed, and Lu Changgen's body began to change as well.
Xu Zimo took several steps back.
He saw the other's body gradually swell, its skin becoming covered in tentacles.
Slimy, damp tentacles.
Those tentacles grew wildly.
Lu Changgen's head gradually became deformed as well, resembling that of a monster.
As the changes increased, he had already strayed beyond the bounds of humanity.
Xu Zimo could only describe him as a monster.
Countless tentacles, a grotesque head, and the rotting stench and dampness emanating from his body.
Especially his eyes, which were scarlet red.
Seeing Lu Changgen like this, not only Xu Zimo, but even Ji Ruobing, Ancestor Mohe, and the others beside them had never seen anything like it.
"Changgen, you..." Ancestor Mohe's expression changed slightly as he asked.
"Curious now, aren't you?" Lu Changgen ignored everyone else and merely looked at Xu Zimo with a soft laugh.
"I am indeed a little curious," Xu Zimo admitted, nodding slightly.
Logically speaking, given Lu Changgen's position in the Slaughter Immortal Sect, he should have lacked nothing.
How had he turned himself into this?
"My father is human, while my mother belongs to the Witch Clan.
Everyone in the sect knew about this.
Even when I awakened the Witch Clan's talent, I was considered a one-in-ten-thousand genius.
That's right. At first, I thought so too."
Lu Changgen lowered his head slightly and looked at his own appearance with a bitter smile.
Then, with a trace of indignation, he said, "I became obsessed with using the Witch Clan's talent to absorb the power of others.
That