A qualified artisan never mistook his own materials.
Whether it was good material and fine jade or mud, sand, and filth, if it could be used, it should be put to full use. Whether medicine or poison, so long as it worked, there should be no hesitation.
Yet sometimes, no matter how sharp one's eye, how far-reaching one's vision, or how abundant one's experience, when faced with a bizarre thing like Ji Jue—whose divine and ghostly aspects were inseparable, whose medicine and poison could not be told apart—one could not help wanting to gouge out one's own eyes.
What the fuck was this thing?!
Indeed, the richer one's experience and the deeper one's attainments, the harder it became to decide.
Jianyuan firmly believed that one day he would inevitably fall into Stagnant Rot. Ye Xian was certain that he would become a master artisan. As for Heavenly Furnace... it didn't matter to him! The mortal world was a furnace, and Heavenly Mandate came in countless forms.
There were matters that even he, a grandmaster artisan, could neither comprehend, see through, nor make sense of. How could there be anything "inevitable" about such an uncanny variable?
Success or failure, medicine or poison, good or sin—it didn't matter.
Let Ji Jue choose for himself!
Perhaps Heavenly Furnace truly didn't know, and had no confidence, when it came to other matters. But there was one thing he had experienced firsthand... this Little Dog, aside from stirring things up, getting things done, and causing trouble, really devoured graphics cards and chewed through memory!
Last time, he had enabled Creation Mode for Ji Jue once, and the Myriad Transformations Tower had burned through resources like mad. It had nearly burned a hole through the Association's reserves and given Deron a cerebral hemorrhage...
In the end,