The words "waste material" pierced Zhuang Yuan's face like a needle, making his expression stiffen.
The ignorant natives knew nothing about the Night Nuwa Lineage's Peacock Buddha. In fact, these people, who learned about the existence of the Otherworldly Dust far earlier than any native, were the gods and buddhas to whom these natives offered their incense prayers. Their survival and development in this perilous otherworld are owed, whether intentionally or unintentionally, to the pointers they provided.
Cold air emanated from around Zhuang Yuan, and his form began to transform, with sheets of glazed feather scales covering his body. These scales fused with his skin and muscles, and soon he became a Peacock Ming King, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
"Don't compare me to trash like Gao Huan!" Zhuang Yuan had completely transformed into another person—proud, ruthless, and even his gaze towards Wu Hen was filled with the disdain of a high-dimensional being for a lower species.