The Frost Demon Wyrm blinked her eyes, trying to clear the fog from her mind. When her vision finally sharpened, a cold spike of terror drove through her heart.
The world she knew had vanished. The massive dao dragon that had been towering over her was gone. The annoying human boy who had caused all this trouble was nowhere to be seen.
Even her own soldiers, the powerful Yang Kings, the giant wooden ships, and the deep red waters of the Blood Sea had disappeared into thin air.
She stood in a place that felt wrong. She was no longer a massive beast with scales as hard as diamonds.
Instead, she looked down and saw a shimmering, golden version of a human body. This was her soul form.
In the world of cultivation, becoming a Demi Demon meant reaching a level equal to a human Demi Immortal.
It was like a fish leaping over the dragon gate to become a dragon itself.
