Han Wu summoned a special Ant Egg and placed it where the bone box had been before.
The lich looked on, feeling somewhat helpless.
It had absorbed all those soul auras before, but now even it belonged to Han Wu, let alone its Soul Crystal mine.
The lich could only close its eyes in heartache, choosing not to see and thus spare itself the vexation.
Meanwhile, Han Wu began observing the Ant Egg's condition.
Generally speaking, an environment affected living organisms.
Because living organisms would try to adapt to their surroundings on their own.
It was simply that such adaptation happened very slowly.
At the shortest, it took three to five years; at the longest, it took ages upon ages.
Han Wu did not have that much time to wait for the Ant Egg to completely adapt to the soul aura, so he decided to take matters into his own hands and accelerate its adaptation.
Miracle Power in one hand, Power of Mutation in the other—both barrels fired at once.
The lich at the side could sense the tiny soul fluctuations contained within the Ant Egg trembling madly under the influence of those two powers.
To put it vividly, it was like stripping a living creature of its tendons and skin, healing it, then stripping its tendons and skin again, healing it again...
The cycle continued until that living creature grew into a form Han Wu found acceptable.
Such a heaven-defying, fate-altering change left the lich both shocked and terrified.
This method of forcibly remaking something filled it with fear from the bottom of its heart.
It worried that Han Wu might use this method on its own soul. That would truly be suffering beyond words.
Amid its fear, the lich also genuinely acknowledged Han Wu's strength.
A slender Thread