Is this what a god is?
As the Indigo Witch reacted reflexively, Fu Qian also marveled inwardly.
His body was naturally not just expanding, and it wasn't even the effect of the Brilliant Tyrant.
Just a moment ago, after ascending to become a Pseudo-God, the Mythical Form was activated for the first time.
As it turned out, it was consistent with the feeling he had at that time, a kind of transformation that transcended its essence.
Although his body was still covered in yellow garments, Fu Qian was certain that his external appearance was no longer that combination of star-lines and the black domain.
It had once again transformed into a body of flesh and blood.
A sturdy figure, dull skin, robust muscles; with every move he made, it seemed as if time and space trembled—a veritable appearance of a giant god-slayer.
Even the proportions of the figure were remarkably standard.
