Qingyi looked at himself with a complicated expression, his gaze drifting slowly around the cultivation chamber.
Everything was different.
Flowers spread throughout every corner of the chamber, sprouting from the obsidian walls and the floor as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Their petals shimmered with a soft, inner light, releasing a fragrance that didn't quite belong to this world.
Even his cultivation pillow—an Eternal-grade artifact he'd received as a gift from the sect leader—had transformed.
It was as if everything had changed. Including his own body.
He no longer looked like a person.
His black hair floated gently in the air, as if it had its own gravity, framing skin that now shone like molten silver.
His eyes were deep, resembling a nebula filled with a million purple stars, capable of illuminating even the darkest night.
With a single thought, he summoned his humanoid draconic form.
