Her figure warped like rippling water.
Her long dress dissolved, her bun came loose, and her hairpin vanished into nothing.
When she took shape again, she wore a fitted white shirt, dark cargo pants, and canvas shoes.
Her long black hair was loosely tied behind her head, with stray strands hanging beside her ears.
Yang Yong narrowed his eyes.
That face was far too beautiful.
Every feature seemed meticulously calculated: a little more would have made her gaudy, a little less would have made her plain.
An indescribable allure lingered in her eyes and brows, yet her cold, pale complexion tempered it, making her seem cool and aloof.
But on closer inspection...
A faint layer of grayish-blue scale patterns marked her jawline.
They were extremely faint, like a tattoo, or perhaps a birthmark.
At certain angles, the scale patterns flickered with the changing light, like something alive.
On either side of her neck, two slender slits resembling fish gills were opening and closing slightly.
Deep inside, the slits were dark red, like the internal tissue of some creature, opening and closing with her breathing in a slow, steady rhythm.
Yang Yong's pupils contracted slightly.
All the way from the first floor to the ninth, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had barely made him lift a finger.
Whenever he entered a new floor, the furnace automatically released a phantom projection, which sucked and plundered wildly, draining that floor of every last trace of spiritual energy.
Once the spiritual energy inside the monsters had been drained, they were neither demons nor monsters anymore.
All their remains were collected into the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring, becoming materials he could not even recognize.
The only thing was...
The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had absorbed so much without letting Yang Yong have a single scrap.