"Alchemical lifeforms belong to the 'custom-made' category of life..."
"This means that, if their owners do not actively modify them through alchemy, then in theory, their state will not change throughout their entire lives... In other words, what they are like at birth is what they will be like when they perish. That is the most ordinary state for an alchemical lifeform."
"But as you know, magic excels at creating miracles."
"Miracles mean that, under certain very special circumstances—for instance, if an alchemical lifeform accidentally consumes certain heavenly treasures, its life state may evolve; if external magical interference causes certain magical circuits within it to be incorrectly connected, its behavioral patterns may become distorted; or if an alchemical lifeform works daily in a 'special environment,' it may be unknowingly 'contaminated' by its owner and mutate."
"The last type of mutation in particular is not necessarily a good thing. Most of the time, such mutations end with the alchemical lifeform being twisted beyond recognition. A fairly common example is up there..."
Dr. Duzem raised a finger and pointed overhead.
The two young wizards looked up in unison, seeing only a ceiling covered in patches of mold.
But after only a moment of confusion, they both understood. What the Doctor had signified was not this room, but the vast, boundless Starry Sky beyond it.
The example he had mentioned was also very clear.
Unlike the Archwizards of the Alliance, the Great Beings deep in the Starry Sky walked a different path. They did not deliberately restrain their forms or Qi Mechanisms, instead allowing those tiny beings to gaze upon, worship, and follow their path. Just as ordinary wizards would suffer a collapse of their worldview and a distortion of magic power if they stared directly at their existence, alchemical lifeforms that lingered