So, I really had gone and become a machine?
A complete one, at that?
The claim that Supernatural Perception had vanished completely was no exaggeration. In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian had confirmed that he'd lost all means of gathering information beyond his ordinary senses.
As far as his eyes could see, he commanded calamity.
Beyond their reach, he could only rely on the boundless grace of his liege.
But at the same time, this tyrant's might was the real deal. If he did it again, three punches should be more than enough to kill the Dragon King.
To put it another way, it was like he'd become an alloy structure, invincible and unstoppable, while completely abandoning the wetware inside and severing all ties with the idea that mind could triumph over matter.
It was a truly unusual sensation. Even his Mythical Form had changed; it had once given the impression of being filled with parts and gears.
Now it was more precise, more perfect.
His appearance remained the same, but it was like a computer whose case hadn't been upgraded while everything inside had been completely replaced. The tyrant's full might surged as the gears meshed with ten times their former force.
So the problem with his previous incomplete abilities hadn't been his form. "Mechanical" wasn't a crude imitation of the ancient Higher Beings; now even the missing modules had been recovered.
It was great, powerful—and undeniably strange.
Even his "perception" of his internal state just now had been reconstructed from information gathered through signals and the like. It was nothing like his former Supernatural Perception.
In short, he seemed to have reached the extreme of a certain state: a Higher Being of utterly pure "mechanical reconfiguration"—even without activating his Mythical Form.
His body rapidly shrank, and