It was as if they turned the soul into a Melting Furnace, using their own body as material, modifying and adding or subtracting at will, yet it all seemed natural and seamless.

In the end, as Mercury flowed, the iron glow gradually faded, replaced by a texture that felt almost like flesh, without any abnormal aura.

It was like a monster putting on a mask, hiding again among the masses.

Even though the differences were almost indistinguishable, it made it even more eerie.

"How is it?"

Ji Jue raised his steel hand, gently clenching his fist, feeling the sparks and sensations from the friction at his fingertips.

"Truly worthy of Fluid Alchemy, a technique of endless change, an absolute note of Purification."

Bao Dacai's eyes shimmered with a trace of light as he sighed lightly, "Thank you for the enlightenment, even someone as dull as me has improved a lot."

Ji Jue smiled, generously, "Just trifles, consider it the remuneration for borrowing the tools."

More than just borrowing tools, this appearance...

Yu Shu wiped his sweat, looking around, hesitating to speak: It's as if the cuckoo has occupied the magpie's nest!

In just a few short hours, one mechanical arm after another had extended from the new structure, completely changing the look of the vast factory floor, where welding lights and sparks erupted, and another brand-new piece of equipment was assembled.

It had completely transformed into another place according to Ji Jue's habits and preferences.

When dawn breaks and the workers arrive for their shifts, they'll probably wonder if they've come to the wrong place?

But I must say, it looks as if it's...

Much more advanced?

Ji Jue turned back, looking at the old man. "But I've taken the liberty of doing so much, won't Old Bao be angry?"

"Mere trifles, not worth mentioning."

Bao Dacai was unconcerned, waving his hand, "After all, as the creator of the Coast, this art is truly breathtaking. I should have spent more time on engineering back then.

To sum it up, logistics and production were always about making the best of a bad situation, forcing ducks onto the shelves. Since Mr. Ji is here, it naturally lightens my load."

He handed over his position and functions without any reluctance, without even a hint of desire to compete... No, perhaps he never cared about these things from the start?

"... Is this the 'Exorcism'?"

Ji Jue took from a display rack next to the factory a seemingly ordinary wooden stake, palm-sized, light in hand, feeling the spiritual circulation within.

He glanced back at the old man, who nodded indifferently, not hindering his intent to study it, so Ji Jue explored it freely, inserting his spiritual essence, then conducted a wave of the Dissociation Technique...

Instantly, like a CT scan, the internal spiritual structure appeared vividly in his perception, clear and distinct.

Separated from blessing and Superior, purely relying on simple spiritual interaction and structure, they created something so complex.

Capable of casting down an Angel to the mundane, temporarily stripping it of Divine Power...

"So that's it, is it 'healing'?"

Ji Jue perceived the effect of this alchemy creation in his hand, sighing in realization.

In this Illusion Dream, everything is transformed from consciousness and spiritual essence, and the effect of the Exorcism, compared to a weapon, feels more like a healing potion.

The effect is singular, with a strong stimulus through an electric-like spiritual shock, activating the 'instinct' of the spiritual body, almost a knee-jerk reaction.

Like a bucket of cold water splashed in a drowsy state, forcing the spiritual body to 'awaken'.

Returning to its true form.

In this undying dream, limbs will undergo Rebirth, flesh and blood will experience Recovery, and ultimately, the instinct imprinted in the soul will subconsciously strive to return to its original form.

For ordinary people, at most, it can accelerate Recovery.

And in the process, any structure that doesn't conform or relate to one's instinct and subconscious will be expelled and erased... Including modifications and enhancements made to an Angel!

"Unfortunately, the blessing of the Holy God has been imprinted into the soul through Paradise, deeply ingrained under a flood of stimuli. The only conflict I can incite is between two instincts, causing chaos, but it's ultimately unsustainable."

"A clever idea."

Ji Jue sighed lightly, staring at the Exorcism in his hand, lost in thought.

After all, the time was too short; he never expected such a cunning method to exist.

If this was the line of thinking...

His heart suddenly stirred, inspiration struck, but just as he was thinking it through, ever-growing shouts and roars erupted outside the factory.

Unceasing.

Like people were gathering, furiously accusing something.

"Everyone, listen to me—"

In the dim morning light, someone shouted, "That woman Wen Wen has completely lost it! Think carefully, everyone, since she came to the camp, what exactly has she done!

Apart from Reversed Action, there's no actual victory, just urging everyone to die, with more and more lost, while the Angel's siege and pursuit becomes tighter and harsher... Until now, it's almost impossible to live!

If this goes on, is there any future at all?!

Now it's a time of change, should we let this insane person continue as Commander?!"

More indignant voices roared, "Get out!"

"Make her leave!"

"Step down!!!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" a hoarse voice roared angrily, "What the hell are you talking about! Without Commander Wen, would you have survived to this day?!"

But then, mocking voices rose, "What did she give you, you're such a kiss-ass?"

"I'm just saying what's right!"

"You can speak, but others can't? Is that it, are you going to fight?"

"You damn..."

Amidst the piercing shouts, conflict and cursing were unrelenting.

A deafening clamor.

"Tsk!"

Ji Jue's expression darkened as his rare train of thought was disrupted.

However, at least he already had a complete idea, so he wouldn't miss out on inspiration.

Just...

"It's really lively."

He tossed the wooden stake aside and looked outside.

Beyond the dust-covered glass, faces flushed with anger gathered, the crowd like a powder keg about to explode.

Internal conflict.

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