"You mean that thing is a high-grade demon artifact?"
Xiao Chuhong was startled.
The word "stimulus" was reserved for the system called "life."
During the Demon Race's last counterattack against humanity's rule, the Golden Sword Demon King who led the demon hordes had been a "demon artifact." A demon artifact was an artifact that possessed a complete self, was free from the innate limitations of magical artifacts, and could cultivate on its own.
Naturally, there were also demon artifacts that were ruthless and venomous, forever scheming to devour their masters in turn.
But...
A demon artifact that even Master Fan feared? What kind of terrifying thing would that have to be? Had it become immortal?
Fan De shook his head. "The thing on those clothes is countless times simpler than a demon artifact..."
—But it was precisely because it was simple that it was terrifying.
The black thing on Wang Qi's body was a Beast Mechanism.
Simple Beast Mechanisms replicated themselves at a terrifying speed. Once their numbers rose, these simple individuals could form a complex system through collectivization, stirring towering waves within the ocean of spiritual energy.
Wang Qi had not lied from the beginning. The fabric of those clothes was good—truly good.
So good that the fabric alone was enough to wipe out an entire solar system.
What he wore was, in truth, still that blue robe from the Myriad Dharma Sect. It was merely covered by a layer of Beast Mechanisms. That layer then acted as a medium, warping space and forming a narrow anomalous depression over Wang Qi's body surface. More Beast Mechanisms were stored within it.
To Wang Qi's own senses, his clothes remained that ordinary Dharma robe. But to outsiders, he appeared to be clad in two meters of Beast Mechanism armor.
This was