The Phantom Beast Secretly Evolves, and I Strive to the Extreme

Traveling to a world where everyone contracts fantasy beasts, Wang Meng used his spiritual eyes to pick up a small black snake as thick as a chopstick from a pile of discarded eggs. The classmates took a look: It's a waste, it's normal. He said nothing. The panel reads: Star pattern 30, quasi-god level, mutation evolution route locked. From now on, I only do one thing - practice secretly. Practice in the dormitory, practice in the mountains, and practice in the middle of the night. The eight skills are pushed together, ten hours a day. Once the shape-reducing technique is activated, the five-meter-long snake shrinks into a two-meter-five-meter snake, which is just right for hiding under the bed. Until the day I couldn't hide it anymore. The tide of beasts overwhelmed the city, the Shape-Condensing Technique was shattered, and the dragon shadow was pulled up from the ground - the dark gold scales were embedded with white light patterns, and the thousand-meter-long body completely covered half of the sky. The defenders on the city wall looked up and saw not clouds, but dragon belly scales rising and falling slowly in the sunlight. Later, the five beasts appeared together. In the Xuanjia Mountains, the canopy of Xiaoling trees covers thousands of miles, with thousands of faces transforming into myriad forms, and the heart of heaven hangs thousands of feet high in the sky. The wings of the Yin Yang Shenlong Tai Chi spread out for more than ten kilometers, and the black and white scales flowed above the clouds. The enemy finally figured it out - they were not fighting a person, but a monster that had been hiding for decades. And that monster was no longer than a chopstick at first.