"Hm..."
Wei Fan felt as if he was waking from chaos, clear air rising, turbid air descending, as though he had slept for ten thousand and eight hundred years.
Moreover, his vision was strange; in the corner of his eye, he saw his own eyebrows.
The familiar cocoon was still before him, yet his gaze penetrated the cocoon to see the outside world of the sea of consciousness.
Without raising his head, he saw above him the Profound Yellow Tripod, Jiaolong Sunset Bow, and Tiger Soul Saber floating and sinking.
"I have an extra eye!"
A realization surged in Wei Fan's heart, and the tiny arm of the Primordial Spirit reached for his forehead. Sure enough, it felt the third eye above his brow.
"Is the third transformation to evolve a third eye?"
With both hands tearing, the cocoon before his eyes did not rip open.
Wei Fan was taken aback; previously, this cocoon-like thing would easily tear apart and dissipate when he woke.
"Open!"
