The nest was filled with ice crystals. A faint light shone in from the entrance of the cave, reflecting a dreamy light blue color through the ice crystals.
Song qingxiao lowered her head and flipped her palm over.
Under her gaze, fine and dense scales slowly appeared from her five fingers, spreading along the fingertips to the back of her hand, instantly covering the entire back of her hand, wrist, and arm.
The color of the scales went from light to dark, with a faint luster. Spiritual power was contained within it, and whether it was in terms of strength or defense, it was far superior to a nascent soul stage cultivator.
As her eyes moved, several wisps of spirit Qi came out of her fingertips and turned into several chopstick-sized ice Dragons, winding around her palm.
