The effect of the [Form of Life] was even more wondrous than Li Fan had anticipated.
Looking at the little Daoist kneeling in front of him, Li Fan tried to sense the specifics of its life form.
"Bestowing life..." He savored these two words in his heart.
Li Fan, by engraving the [Form of Life] onto the liquid long sword, had created an existence akin to an "Artifact Spirit." Furthermore, a strong, natural bond had formed between him and his creation.
The "Great Lord" that the Daoist child referred to in its words was, in essence, its master, its overlord.
Li Fan harbored a faint sense that, with a mere thought, he could easily erase the Daoist child's consciousness, reverting the liquid long sword to its original state.
No matter how strong the Daoist child might grow, as long as it failed to break free from the shackles of the [Form of Life], it could not escape the fate of a creation.
