As Destiny hovered in front of the Great Desolate Wyrm, they were actually exchanging their conversations via their telepathy thoughts.
The Great Desolate Wyrm Natas said hoarsely, "I have been cultivating the Poison Ivy Veins for tens of thousands of years in the hope that I can gain a humanoid form. However, it seems to be too slow and the probability is too low. I wonder if this mighty goddess may be able to help me?"
Destiny frowned, "Why do you want to take a humanoid shape?"
The Great Desolate Wyrm Natas breathed heavily, "Unlike the god beasts of your immortal realm, the god beasts of the Celestial Immortal Realm are unable to take humanoid shape. That is why we are unable to break free of the shackles of a profound beast. And we are unable to cultivate like you. No matter how powerful I am, I am merely just a profound beast and not a cultivator. I can be an immortal god beast but I am unable to become an immortal cultivator."
