She was officially a Body Fusion realm cultivator, and was now one step below the apex of the mortal plane.
But unauthorized server updates always come with unexpected UI glitches.
As Ji'an stretched her arms, popping her shoulders, she remained blissfully oblivious to the physical transformation that had just occurred on the top of her head.
The immense surge of pure, purple tribulation lightning had essentially acted as a cosmic bleach job. Her dark, messy raven hair, the hallmark of her rugged, young-master persona, had been completely stripped of its melanin.
In the span of two seconds, her hair had turned a shimmering, ethereal, cascading shade of brilliant, luminescent silver.
It wasn't the cold silver of Xie Wangchen.
It was a warm, glowing, starlight-infused silver that caught the hazy light of the miasma sun and refracted it like a halo.
