That fist-sized thing must be what Glass was referring to as transformation, but Han Yu's expression was extremely complex.

The blue spirit body, interwoven with countless lines, had an illusory feel to it. Well, that's fine, although Han Yu had not seen other spirit bodies, like Young Master Lin's Qilin.

But it shouldn't be this ridiculous, only transforming into a head! That fist-sized blue spirit body is just a tiny head, looking inexplicably strange.

What made Han Yu feel even more absurd was the child's face on that little head. This face was extremely familiar to him, wasn't it his own face when he was a kid!

"Did you damn transform based on me?"

Han Yu immediately spoke with a dark expression.

Glass seemed to still be immersed in shock, not reacting for quite a while.

After a long time, Glass's face gradually showed a sorrowful expression, then it began to cry out, "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

It couldn't accept the fact that the transformation only produced a head. The Qilin's provided Majestic Power of Heaven and Earth was not much, so it had anticipated early on; hence, it chose the smallest possible form.

The result was a dumpling-sized thing with a human face.

As for why it was Han Yu's childhood face, it initially intended to perfectly replicate Han Yu's current face, but even this went wrong.

Now, a dumpling-faced little thing was bouncing in the Sea of Consciousness, looking somewhat cute, though both the person and the spirit had darkened expressions.

"Not enough energy, it's better not to have transformed."

Glass looked sorrowful, bearing a six or seven-tenths resemblance to Han Yu, especially when it furrowed its brows, it looked even more alike.

Han Yu likewise furrowed his brows tightly, an inside and outside mirroring each other, with a subtle sense of humor.

The Glazed Bottle seemed a bit impatient as well. As soon as Glass finished transforming, the bottle began to shake, spraying out streaks of Profound Yellow color, misting into clouds.

In the Sea of Consciousness, a light rain began falling. After the rain fell, it ignited a Divine Fire, in an instant like a raging flame on cooking oil, the Divine Fire was immensely fierce.

The bottle's body stood motionless in the flames, as the fierce fire continuously forged the bottle body, making it glow brightly and occasionally flash with rays of light.

At the same time, a stream of Profound Yellow Qi spread out in the Sea of Consciousness without passing through the mist. Han Yu only felt a shiver all over his body, his mind exploded, and then was completely blank.

He seemed to have lost his five senses, standing dazed in place.

A Fire Lotus quietly grew under his feet, then started to climb over his whole body, quickly wrapping him entirely, as if he were wearing a set of fiery new clothes.

Then the flames gradually gathered towards his hands, the new clothes peeled off, and slowly formed a long whip on his right hand, which extended seven to eight meters before stopping.

Only to see the long whip move autonomously, with a loud snap on the ground, a flame spread, burning the ground to a charred black.

The long whip instantly retracted back, forming the shape of a lance in his hands.

The lance continually spat out flames, making the surrounding area intensely hot.

"Why is the effect so strong!"

The dumpling-faced Artifact Spirit was shocked, though it had expected that Han Yu's Sea of Consciousness would make significant progress, the transformation shouldn't have been this drastic.

While it was puzzled, the lance dispersed and formed a sea of fire, which continuously drilled into Han Yu.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, flames gathered on Han Yu's back and suddenly spread out a pair of wings.

The flame-formed wings extended a meter, the blazing flames were its feathers, flapping and scattering scorching heat, making the surrounding forest crackle and pop.

"You damn bastard, Bottle..."

Glass's expression changed, and it jumped up suddenly, cursing...

——

Cousin looked terrified as the old butler pushed him flying away and then both he and the old pharmacist made their moves.

The two acted without revealing a trace of True Essence, yet instantly drained the spiritual Qi around them. After their punch and palm struck from a distance, both figures stood firm. However, behind them, True Essence suddenly erupted, causing a violent impact that spread, flinging the Poisonous Bat and the Charming Widow first in line, unable to guard against it, directly away by the shockwave.

Cousin narrowly landed, having already been pushed out of the kiln cave.

Mo Xingzhi's expression changed drastically, hurriedly calling to his clansmen, "Everyone withdraw immediately; do not spectate a battle between Realm of Transcendence experts."

After saying this, he swiftly grabbed Cousin and took off into the air, hurriedly fleeing in the direction they came from.

"Go tie up the person and bring them back; I want to meet that miraculous child."

The old pharmacist, while in action, instructed the two people not far away clutching their chests and spitting blood.

Poisonous Bat's face was bitter. After nodding to the Charming Widow, the two of them took to the air together.

"You want to leave? Stay where you are!"

The old steward sneered, reaching out through the air. A massive golden hand appeared above the two of them, poised to strike. The Poisonous Bat and the Charming Widow turned deathly pale.

"Old timer, your opponent is me."

The old Pharmacist chuckled, also throwing a punch. A gigantic fist instantly clashed with the hand.

Taking advantage of this gap, the two hurriedly withdrew and fled in panic.

When immortals fight, mortals suffer.

The mountains echoed with great explosions, shaking the earth. My cousin was hurriedly taken away from the waterfall, looking back with lingering fear.

At this moment, the entire waterfall stopped moving eerily, as if held by some mysterious force.

"Are Transcenders really that terrifying?"

My cousin's face was pale. He thought Master Qiu might be strong, but not this strong.

"Nonsense, what do you think transcendence means? It's beyond the limits of a cultivator, commanding immense power with ease, moving mountains and filling seas without effort."

Mo Xingzhi's face was grim, not expecting this old monster to be attracted by a boatload of spirit stones.

Thinking of this, Mo Xingzhi was extremely aggrieved. If he's already so powerful, what use are spirit stones to him? Stuffing himself just to refine medicine?

In the kiln cave, rocks kept falling, and the old Pharmacist frowned, speaking up, "Shall we take this fight outside?"

After a few more rounds, this place was likely to collapse. The kiln cave didn't matter, but he cared about the spirit field outside.

The old steward also fell silent; outside there was a Mo Family's boat full of spirit stones, and collapsing this place would cause trouble too.

The two agreed tacitly and flew out together...

"Hurry and leave."

My cousin was watching the ravine, his expression changed, and he shouted quickly.

From within the waterfall, the Poisonous Bat and the Charming Widow rushed out.

Mo Xingzhi's expression also changed, shouting, "Profound Wind Tribe, assemble. Everyone else, retreat at once."

With a single command, ten Seeing Me Realm cultivators of the Profound Wind Tribe gathered immediately. Countless iron pieces soared into the air, forming a massive iron wall. Then ten crossbows appeared in the cultivators' hands.

"Shoot!"

Mo Xingzhi ordered again, and ten destructive beams of light fired from the crossbows, targeting the two of them.

The Poisonous Bat had just summoned a swarm of bats, but they were wiped out before being released.

"What impressive mechanical technique."

He was extremely shocked. Ten Seeing Me Realm cultivators wielding mechanisms could actually stand against him, proving the Mo Family's worth among the Lower Three Sects.

"Widow, I'll hold them off. You go catch those low-tier cultivators."

The Poisonous Bat shouted loudly, then summoned another swarm of bats with a wave of his hand.

Mo Xingzhi's expression changed, shouting hastily to his clansmen behind him, "Get Xiuwen out of here."

As he spoke, the Charming Widow was already flying through the air...

——

At this moment, Han Yu was leisurely soaring through the air with his flame wings. In his sea of consciousness, the Bun-faced spirit kept bouncing against the bottle. With each collision, the bottle would shake, and the Bun-face would be bounced away.

Yet it persisted tirelessly, constantly hurling itself at the bottle, cursing all the while.

"You bastard, you give it to him but not me."

Just moments ago, when the bottle absorbed half of the soul origin, it shared a portion with Han Yu, as was agreed upon. Little Glass didn't mind that.

But the subsequent changes seemed increasingly off. Han Yu's sea of consciousness was indeed expanded, but it couldn't explain the evolution of his divine technique.

These innate changes were the second phase of the divine technique, as you wish!

Just a sip of broth couldn't possibly evolve Han Yu's fire series divine technique.

Unless the bottle not only gave him soup but also sneaked in some meat!

It despairs not from scarcity, but from inequality.

Little Glass was instantly on edge, feeling wrongly done with only its head transformed and lamenting, "Bottle, you damn bastard, gifting him white is fine, but you don't even gift some to me?"

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