[You have achieved outstanding battle achievements, successfully standing out among many Half-Witches.]
[You have gained the ability to purify your bloodline.]
Zhao Fu stands in the center of the altar.
Surrounding him are three High Priests of the Witch Race.
They are murmuring in low voices, as if speaking ancient whispers.
Above the altar.
In the starry sky.
Twelve beams of varying colors shimmer.
These represent the will of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Boom————"
A massive light descends, falling upon Zhao Fu.
In an instant, the Human Race bloodline within Zhao Fu begins to be relentlessly expelled.
Ancient Witch Language continues to echo around.
As if turning into substance, it surrounds Zhao Fu's body.
Zhao Fu feels as if there's a light veil floating on his body, or like an invisible large hand softly caressing him.
Zhao Fu's figure begins to shrink.
Finally, it reduces down to two meters tall.
His skin turns bronze-colored.
