Three days later.
On the bed in the hotel, the fully crystallized body of Sun Yan suddenly developed numerous cracks.
Then, like ice breaking off, it fell piece by piece.
Revealing the true form of Sun Yan hidden within.
At this moment, his skin truly appeared as if carved from jade, flawless and without any visible pores.
Like a divine statue meticulously crafted by a skilled artisan, radiating a majestic and noble aura.
Sun Yan opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Your transformation is complete; now you can be considered a part of the Immortal class."
The True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, who had been waiting for this moment, spoke with satisfaction.
In the End of Dharma Era, being able to personally create a little immortal with such a transformation was undoubtedly a rewarding achievement.
Especially since Sun Yan had inherited the divine temple of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, his power would not be lacking.
