Lin Dun smiled faintly and said, "Not necessarily!"
Dust once again took out a piece of metal from the Storage Bag and smashed it. Sparks flew in every direction. The sound was loud, and the hammer could be used freely. It contained an artistic conception, pleasing to the eye.
The Soul Treasure acutely noted the difference between Forest Dust and righteousness; it was a qualitative difference. If it was only Forest Dust being forged step by step, now Forest Dust also contained an artistic conception, having reached the stage of transforming decay into magic.
The metal under the Forest Dust's hammer seemed to be wrought by Forest Dust itself. It had complete mastery over the metal's properties, knowing when to exert great effort and when to exert less. With every step of the rising Forest Dust, it was like an Alchemist who had been refining for many years.
The Soul Baby whispered, "Such terrifying insight."
