Who's Messing with Lightning Magic? This Cursed Place is Unlivable!

Electricity coursed over Little Oil Lamp's surface. Little Oil Lamp had originally been dark and heavy in texture, but after long years of nurturing and devouring who knew how many tribulation bolts and lightning strikes, its surface had become brilliantly silver:

This time, however, as it sucked in great waves of nuclear power, Little Oil Lamp's surface changed again. It was no longer dazzlingly bright, but instead dimmed slightly, taking on something of a matte texture.

Watching from afar, Shen Le felt as though it was becoming somewhat jade-like—the materials of Little Puppet and Little Ink Marker were also developing in this direction. So was the ultimate evolutionary path for Artifact Spirits' materials jadeification?

Yet the so-called divine artifacts he had repaired in Paris had shown no such changes. Shen Le tried hard to recall:

Could it be that only Chinese Artifact Spirits, or those from the Eastern cultural sphere, had this unique evolutionary path?

Later, he would have to find foreign Artifact Spirits for comparison—Western ones, as well as Artifact Spirits from other East Asian countries. It would be best if he could get a look at all of them...

Half of Shen Le's mind was wandering, while the other half watched the dancing lightning. Bolts of lightning leaped from the void, calling roll on the Peach Wood Swords one by one. At this point, the seemingly identical century-old Peach Wood Swords began to reveal their differences:

Some Peach Wood Swords turned straight into flying ash the moment lightning struck them. They did not even burn, did not even go through the stage of becoming charcoal—they simply scattered across the ground cleanly and completely;

Some Peach Wood Swords barely held on, retaining their shape. But that was all they retained. Looking at that pitch-black piece of charcoal and the