The possible impact might be larger; he returns to Jinlan Mountain and waits quietly to see how long this state can last.
However, as the day ended, the resilient little lives still existed, but the big drum that Queue No.1 transformed into had shattered, turning back into mist.
"What's happening with you?"
"I don't know, I just feel that the True Form seems off. I can only maintain that True Form for one day.
That sound of the drum is the strongest force I can unleash, but after one day, it dissipates and I can't gather it again."
"Isn't that your True Form?"
"It is my True Form, but only for one day, after which I lose this True Form.
It seems more like I can't always own this True Form."
"That's troublesome..." Yu Ziqing frowned, there was a new situation.
He thought Queue No.1 could truly condense a new True Form independently, not expecting it to be hit back to its original shape with just a twitch, reverting to its original state without a True Form.
