This was related to its raw materials.
And even at this point, Ye Qian still had a distinct feeling.
That was... although the consciousnesses of the dead Cannon Fodder Misses were chaotic, they seemed to have remnants left behind.
There were even faint traces of thought.
The consciousnesses of so many clone girls had been destroyed along with their brains, yet the remaining parts had fused together, seemingly creating an indescribable sensation.
"So, my clones are still alive, right?"
Little An lowered her head to look at the writhing thing filled with an eerie aura, swallowed, and finally sighed.
"This Sacrificial Gestation was very successful."
With such a high concentration of Pollution, combined with so many resentful spirits born from death, even if it was left alone, it would eventually become a highly dangerous pollutant.
Ye Qian had accomplished an extraordinary feat: refining herself into an item.
And because it contained her own consciousness, while the raw materials were Cannon Fodder Misses, the final product was extremely closely connected to her. She could even consciously reduce the harm its Pollution inflicted on herself.
First Clash
"It looks like it has already met the basic requirements for a Transcendent item to take shape."
Ye Qian tried to control the thoughts within it and worked with Little An to shape it.
The final effect of a pollutant was always influenced by its composition.
Like a firearm—unless some bizarre mutation occurred, its ultimate use would always be firing ammunition.
But the thing Little An was refining was rather difficult to describe.
Ye Qian could feel that the wills of several hundred Cannon Fodder Misses she had lost had not vanished, while this concentrated lump of flesh that carried them had clearly become their body.
With Little An's cooperation, she suddenly had an idea.