Imagine your back itching unbearably, yet you couldn't reach it. After tearing the place apart, you finally found a Back Scratcher—only to discover that no matter how you scratched, it felt wrong. The more you scratched, the worse it got; the worse it got, the more you scratched.
A small itch became a big itch, until it turned into a seven-year itch.
You thought of the brutal reality, suffered like you were dying and coming back to life, unable to find relief.
In the end, you collapsed to the floor, clutching the Back Scratcher as tears and snot streamed down your face, regretting everything.
Its destructive power was no small thing, and its intent could not have been more malicious.
And yet, its effect was also utterly useless...
To the point that, right now, Jianyuan only wanted to ask one question:
How did you manage that?
The procedure was right, the steps were right, the reasoning was right, yet the answer was completely wrong!
He had clearly used so many materials brimming with baleful energy and so many techniques meant to intensify mutation... so why was the degree of Fiendification so shallow and crude?
What should have been a vicious weapon capable of taking a life with even the slightest graze had instead become this ridiculous thing!
It was like suddenly deciding to melt down an old necklace to make a bracelet. Before it went into the furnace, it was two taels of 24K pure gold—so why was there only that outer layer left after it came out?!
Where did the rest go?
Did you eat it?
"Where is the Fiendification?"
"I don't know either!" Ji Jue glared. "Didn't I just make it normally? Your theories, your books, your materials—and this is what came out. I was about to ask