One hour later, when looking at Wen Ping again, he had already been wrapped into a stone man, with the magma encapsulating him having solidified into rock, making him look like a seated statue of Buddha at first glance.
Wen Ping, wrapped in magma, opened his eyes.
As he glanced downward, he saw his own belly—a red translucent belly. So Wen Ping could clearly see the scene inside his abdomen, observing strands of crimson threads swimming within like little elves, or perhaps like fine worms, constantly burrowing into his flesh.
At this moment, the system spoke, "Host, this process will be very long."
"You can't be talking to me just about this, right?" Wen Ping thought silently.
"Of course, I'm here to tell you something while the Fire Spirit is transforming your body—about the Fire Spirit Body."
"Speak."
