Rongrong's unexpected shrinkage, although unforeseen, had already become a fact.

The saying "joys turn to sorrows" might just be like this; those long legs that were just showboating in front of Li have now left it.

"Don't cry, don't cry, you're still very cute even when small now. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Let's go home and eat more meat, we can still grow back."

The Junior Sister, quickly slipping into a motherly mode, cradled Rongrong, who had turned back into a big-headed chick, in her arms and sighed, comforting it softly.

Lily, who for the first time knew how a bird cries, was utterly exhausted and covered her ears.

It was really noisy.

With a sigh, Lily thought to herself that Maomao was still the more obedient one.

However...

As an observer, Lily glanced at Rongrong again.

When Rongrong was small, it often came to borrow a dog to fight with Li.

So Lily was quite familiar with Rongrong's big-headed chick form.

Even though Rongrong had shrunk again, Lily still felt that something was amiss.

Opening up the album, Lily brought up a long-past group photo.

In the photo, Maomao, heartlessly, had sat her onto the ground, while Zhang Ze and Chen Qin heartlessly posed for the camera making peace signs.

As for Li's Rongrong, they stood one on Zhang Ze's shoulder and the other on Chen Qin's head, passionately clashing against each other, the burst of flames providing a beautiful top light for them.

Lily stared at Rongrong's cowlick in the photo and discovered the highlights.

The color of the fur was wrong.

The cowlick in the photo was light yellow, while the cowlick on Rongrong's head now was a beautifully shimmering golden yellow.

Lily stepped forward, wanting to examine it, but either accidentally or because she used too much force, she pulled Rongrong's cowlick right off.

Lily, "?"

Rongrong looked at the cowlick held in Lily's hand, and its crying stopped abruptly.

Then it became bigger.

The Junior Sister tugged at her mouth, weakly looking at Lily, thinking if you really have nothing to do, don't cause trouble.

"Um...here you go."

Lily innocently reached out, trying to put the cowlick back, but this action only agitated Rongrong further, and the crying increased by two volumes.

The Junior Sister explained to Lily via Sound Transmission, "No need to return it, you can keep it, this fur will grow back by the afternoon."

Lily, "How do you know that, have you pulled it out before?"

The Junior Sister candidly admitted, "I accidentally pulled it out a few times before, and after discovering there was no harm in losing it, I pulled out a lot, hoping to make Senior Brother a fur shorts, but unfortunately, he didn't want them."

Ignoring Lily's expression of 'is this something I should be hearing?', the Junior Sister continued speaking on her own.

"This cowlick acts like a thermometer, its color change can reflect Rongrong's cultivation, for example... Huh?"

Saying this, the Junior Sister also noticed the change in the cowlick, realizing something, she hastily pinched Rongrong's small mouth, urging it not to cry and to listen to her.

"Stop crying, use a Transformation Technique and see."

Rongrong, "I can't, I'm already like this, what am I transforming..."

Hearing this, the Junior Sister gestured a flower-pinch with her fingers, flicked Rongrong on its big head.

"Your cultivation is still there." Saying so, she took the resplendent cowlick from Lily's hand.

Seeing the color of the cowlick, Rongrong indeed stopped sobbing, it tried spraying a small flame.

The flame's color was pure, unlike ordinary things.

"Huh?"

Rongrong was startled for a moment, but soon perked up, fluttering its small wings, leaving the Junior Sister's embrace, transforming into a blaze.

In the flames, a big bird spread its wings, Rongrong's long legs returned.

"Yay!"

Rongrong, changing expression quickly, transformed into a stream of light and flew out of the terrace.

"What's going on?" Once Rongrong disappeared from sight, the Junior Sister curiously turned to Lily and asked.

Lily, "Um... because there aren't enough samples, it's just a guess at the moment.

"I suspect that this rebirth, or rather bodily remodeling, led by the Four Continents Will, has a fixed anchor point."

Junior Sister, "What do you mean? Speak plainly?"

Lily, "It means your original form is fixed, no matter what you were before, once you use a Stone Pill it will be restored with one click.

"But this original form isn't fixed, like Rongrong's anchor point is when it was small, but Maomao's is the adult form."

"However, probably due to the Acquired Dao Body, Rongrong's cultivation wasn't reset."

Lily, with the demeanor of a master, beckoned, and the monitoring magical artifacts placed around the room flew into her hands.

As data was recovered, Rongrong's recent physical status was displayed in front of the two.

"Except for initially becoming weak due to discomfort, Rongrong's body actually has no issues, compared to before shrinking, it's even healthier, and more enhanced.

"In a way, it's equivalent to living a life again, carrying its past life's memory, cultivation, and strength."

Junior Sister, "So the Taoist he..."

There's actually another person who did this, and that's Tang.

Now it seems that Tang's miraculous actions back then had some similarities with Rongrong's experiences this time.

Lily, deliberating on her words, looked serious, "You're probably right, the Taoist did rely on unparalleled wisdom, a boldness as big as the sky, coupled with invincible talent, to perform this process in another form, haphazardly, and dangerously replicate it.

"If the Four Continents Will is the Heavenly Dao is the divine, then the Taoist's return to the mundane was an attempt to stand shoulder to shoulder with the divine in human form."