Before long, he had fully recovered.
His mountain-like figure sat calmly in the valley, with muscles carved like with axe and knife, and dark golden fur slightly swayed in the spiritual rain.
His whole body exuded demon aura, dense like fog.
Especially those long arms.
Now obviously longer than before the tribulation, they nearly touched the ground when hanging.
There was a certain classical elegance in his posture akin to the legendary "Gibbon Monkey" plucking stars and seizing the moon.
Although not yet transformed into human shape, his postured sitting and the manner of breathing had already manifested the demeanor of an enlightened sage.
Each breath was like a dragon's low hum, causing surrounding stones to tremble slightly and grasses to bow.
The pervasive pressure was much stronger than before.
"Middle Stage of Transformation!"
Shen Xuan sighed inwardly.
He had indeed succeeded.
