Richard had no time for hesitation. Faced with the limits of spiritual power and the rules, Richard resolutely chose the rules.
At the moment he decided to refine, Richard felt as if a piece of his soul had been sliced off by someone, an indescribable emptiness filling his heart.
He felt as if something was missing.
With fuel provided, the Miracle Furnace began to operate.
The tentacle in Richard's hand vanished instantly, reappearing within the furnace.
Richard wanted to observe the details of the refinement, but unfortunately, the furnace's refining process was still as rapid as ever. In an instant, a ball of light with a blood-red luster undulated above the Miracle Furnace. The tentacle, seemingly stripped of its last essence, while its flesh still twitched, had thoroughly degenerated into a mundane object.
"Flesh Rule, I hope it's worth the price."