Time passed gradually, and Ye Xuan's Great Saint Soul was breaking and reforming. The Five-Colored Mysterious Fire grew even more terrifying. This process involved no less than ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stages, the dangers of which were unknown to outsiders.
Buzz!
The Great Saint Soul glimmered with a crystalline light, with its three-inch ethereal figure becoming extremely solid, as if cast in Vajra Glaze, emanating a dazzling brilliance.
Smooth and flawless, circulating with rosy light, the three-inch Saint Soul transformed into the image of Ye Xuan. At this moment, it was sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, emanating a vague and obscure aura, causing even the surrounding starry sky to disintegrate.
"Devour!"
