PREVIEW

... the Shape Changing Method taken from the secret chamber.

It took Shen Yi almost two hundred years to achieve perfection in his cultivation.

Thinking of what the elixir’s recipe said, “If one fails to achieve Divinity Transformation before a lifespan of over a hundred years, they must seek the aid of elixirs”… Shen Yi felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

But after all, it was only a scrap of paper, some exaggeration was normal and should not be taken seriously.

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