In a quiet secret room, Qin Huai sat cross-legged beside the dragon corpse.
The time he could control the dragon corpse had already increased to an impressive half-incense stick's duration. Moreover, he could perform all kinds of difficult movements with it.
Suddenly, Qin Huai's figure became blurry. Hazy air currents surrounded his body, pulling as if they wanted to strip his soul and physical body out.
Qin Huai frowned slightly. He was immersed in his dantian world, sensing the ancient illusionary force that burst out from the bronze wall soil. He seemed to have comprehended something.
"The ancient azure illusion force can transform into demonic beasts, so it might be able to transform me as well?" Qin Huai tried hard, but in the end, all attempts ended in failure.
