Suddenly, Li Qian's mind stirred, his immortal sense connecting with the Immortal Palm beneath him.
In an instant, the entire Immortal Palm glowed faintly, slowly hovering in the air, its invisible majesty spreading around.
A strange scene unfolded.
The stalagmites of the Immortal Palm seemed to slowly retract.
As if a person was slowly clenching a fist.
After a while, the entire Immortal Palm had completely closed, more than thirty stalagmites merged together, wrapping Li Qian within.
It lasted for a long time before the Immortal Palm reopened.
Curiously, most of the stalagmites seemed to have shrunk.
Though some stalagmites grew larger.
Overall, the Immortal Palm was transforming into the shape of a real Immortal Hand.
In Li Qian's vision, the final Immortal Palm would only have nine stalagmites, acting as the fingers of the Immortal Hand.
All others... would be absorbed entirely.
