Touch of the Golden Law

Dago held out his hand. Yitai, like a strip of deep, luxurious black silk, wound itself around his fingers and arm before swiftly flowing into his robe.

Its icy touch was not the hard coldness of something dead, but the slick sensation of a cold-blooded creature crawling across his skin.

After discovering that Yitai could continuously evolve through devouring, Dago had fed it all of his original metal medium and every kind of metal he had collected within the Mechanical Heart.

Those were priceless rare mineral deposits, wealth countless wizard apprentices dreamed of obtaining.

Now, they had all become nourishment for this mass of black fluid.

According to the principle of Equivalent Exchange, a massive investment was bound to bring a qualitative leap.

Yitai had now evolved to Tier Three in quality and possessed the properties of every metal it had devoured.

Malleability, memory, magic resistance, and even the exceptionally rare traits of self-repair and energy conduction had fused together perfectly.

However, what satisfied Dago most—or rather, what gave him a hint of surprise—was the trace of spirituality within Yitai itself.

It was a hazy, chaotic newborn consciousness, much like the active spirit pet, the Mist Raven, in his Mental Space.

It was not purely an inanimate object. Instead, it was somewhat like an existence caught between metallic material and metallic life.

This was not merely an alchemical miracle; it had also touched the edge of the forbidden field of life creation.

Like the black dog Dago had seen in his dream, it was not impossible for it to become such a thing if it continued growing.

Perhaps one day, it could break free from the restraints of its liquid form, evolve into a true metallic life-form, and become the most loyal hound on his path to seeking truth.

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