The massive cocoon stood like a small mountain upon the vast plain.
It was more massive than ever before.
Crimson light flowed within the cocoon's walls like burning rivers, surging from bottom to top before cascading back down in a ceaseless, unending cycle.
The cocoon's surface was covered in dense, overlapping layers of luminous patterns, resembling blood vessels or the roots of a tree.
With every surge of light, the cocoon would swell slightly before contracting, as if it were a living, breathing thing—a beating heart.
Murphy had his eyes closed, curled up in the very center of the cocoon.
In the form of a dragon.
A form befitting the myriad transformations contained within this world's Divine Blood.
Moreover, his Dao Transformation Level had reached 200%.
That's right. 200%.
An absurd and astonishing figure.
He was in a completely different league from the man who had a mere 120% before arriving in this world.
