The boy's body suddenly burst, leaving only a soul.

In the billions of worlds, colorful air lines were deprived of them, gathering towards the young soul like a silk thread peeling off the cocoon.

Instantly

A series of mysterious and unpredictable mist air lingered into a cluster, forming a dazzling cicada pupa.

There are golden characters emerging around the cicada pupa, as if chanting the oldest, primitive Taoist sound.

Maybe it was a moment, or maybe it was a billion yuan after the meeting.

The misty air began to intertwine rapidly, as if a big hand used the misty air as a line to evolve into a brand new body.

Then the boy's figure slowly appeared again.

However, at this time, he looked ethereal and elegant, like an unimaginable exiled immortal.

"Use Qi as a line, and transform into shape with thoughts!"

"Turn Qi into the body--Edict!"
Chapter completed!