Chapter 139: Chapter 119: Sandstorm lineage, the first generation life!_1

——A world-shattering change!

Only an upheaval of such magnitude could describe Huazhu at this moment.

Usually, a sand witch who has reached the ’Clay Body Great Completion’ stands 1.2 meters tall.

Due to the Grey Flash, Huazhu was stunted in growth.

Her withered yellow hair, flat chest, and short stature all indicate a certain abnormality compared to other members of the Witch Clan.

Now, the Metamorphosis ceremony has not merely facilitated her rebirth but also elevated her status.

She has risen to the verge of Perfection in the Clay Cast Fetus, aiming directly towards Rainbow Light.

This is indeed a cause for celebration!

No longer is she the frail figure from memory.

No longer will she have to crouch in a dark corner, enduring the pain caused by a hand-sized iron chain inserted through her chest. A heart-wrenching torment she bore day and night, to prevent the energy within her from going awry.

With the Grey Flash, the Sand Witch - Huazhu - has successfully mutated!

Henceforth, there will be a new branch among the fond spirits of witches, named "Sandstorm".

Huazhu, the Sandstorm Witch, is the progenitor of this new branch!

No matter how far she ascends in the future, at this moment, even Ye Hanjun is overwhelmingly moved.

Her incredible transformation resonates deep within him, a sight he will remember eternally.

"Everything... seems to have changed..."

"Within my body, there is an abundance of restless elemental energy. The merging of sand and wind, the alternating sensations of heat and coolness... it’s magical..."

Huazhu mumbles, her head bowed low.

Her golden hair cascades naturally down her smooth forehead.

Its soft texture exuding an elegant charm.

The slight shimmer, akin to finely crushed gold sand, outshines even the sun.

Because she’s wearing a black pointed witch’s hat, Ye Hanjun can’t see Huazhu’s face while she bows her head.

However, when she gently lifts her chin and looks at him, her golden snake’s eyes sparkle exquisitely, as glorious as a summer blossom, enchanting as a stunning poem.

Her upturned nose, partially obscured by a faint, delicate glow, casts an alluring charm.

Her cheeks are as lustrous as ivory, and her lips begin to curve into a smile. Even the slightest hint of a grin lends her an irresistible air of fascination. She seems like a celestial maiden from an ethereal painting; she is so sublime that one could only revere her.

Beneath her stunning face, her neck is as white and lustrous as lotus roots.

Below the neck, there is a white witch’s robe with gold trim, displaying her elegance and refinement.

The sleeves on either side, from which the Sand Witch’s signature pincers extend, resemble two giant shears, the black still dominating the spectra.

Supplemented by spiraling white patterns, the patterns wind tightly around the sharp ends, emanating an awe-inspiring power of wind elements.

The segmented scorpion tail grows with her physical development.

It is adorned with a mix of white and black, deep and mysterious, as though it harbors the secrets of the Laws and Principles.

However, the striking fusion of these colors conveys, not brutality, but unrivaled elegance to Ye Hanjun.

It seems as though with a slight nudge, the crimson tail needle could effortlessly penetrate into the ground.

Or if it were aimed at the hard skull of the prey, it would pulverize like crushing tofu.

And below the pincers...

The legs, visible beneath the hem of her skirt, are supple and delicate, looking even more like a human girl’s.

The lower parts of her legs are slender and graceful, almost like a piece of art.

The issue is...

No grains of sand are seen around Huazhu, whose feet are bare.

All the sand is hidden in her even more slender and flawless sand legs. Unless she wishes, they won’t appear, completely under her control.

However, once she wills it, the bursting out sand will resemble an ancient volcanic eruption in a desolate land, anyone who provokes her, will have to pay a gruesome price.

"Incredible..."

"Such magnificence, such nobility, to emerge in the low-level Clay Body..."

After thoroughly admiring her for a while, Ye Hanjun still can’t calm his agitated spirit.

Huazhu, having reached the Clay Body Perfection, now stands 1.3 meters tall, about the height of an eight or nine-year-old human girl.

She is certainly not an ordinary Witch!

An ancient succubus, Aegifura, intimidates with her unrivaled status, her gaze as oppressive as an iceberg, an aloof demeanor, and a perch high above others.

However, what Huazhu displays is a natural-born noble demeanor, cold without allure, beautiful without ostentation.

Wherever her golden gaze lands, a mild pressure ensues.

It seems that only through domination, leadership, jurisdiction, and control, becoming the indisputable leader among her peers, can she truly represent the supreme lineage of the Sandstorm clan, bearing witness to their glorious rise.

"Congratulations."

Ye Hanjun congratulates from the bottom of his heart.

"Yiye!"

GuaGua leaps, suddenly radiating dazzling light, like a meteorite striking Huazhu’s face.

The flaring light is too intense for Ye Hanjun to behold directly.

And Huazhu, without any hands, wouldn’t naturally grab the tadpole-like GuaGua with her pincers.

She turns her head, letting GuaGua collide into her soft hair, her silken locks providing a slippery slope for it to slide down.

"Yiye~~~"(*≧▽≦)!

The dazzling light slowly fades away.

GuaGua, the tadpole, regains its natural pure white color, blows a bubble to break its fall just before touching the ground, its tail fluttering amidst a sense of euphoria as it frolics happily around a breathtakingly transformed Little Black Hat.