The wish of this Purple gossamer creature was, of all things, to become human!
Mo Ling was stunned, but he also instantly understood why it wanted to do so.
It was like someone who loves cats so much they want to become one.
It was an extreme form of obsession.
But what Mo Ling didn't understand was why it had to choose this particular method.
The golden light grew ever more brilliant.
Compared to the Wishing Spring of the future, the golden Little Elf of this era seemed to have a very simple and crude way of using its power, and its method for granting wishes was incredibly fast.
It didn't create any relics, nor did it seem to care whether its abilities were sufficient to grant the wish. It didn't even mind the drain on its power.
Even though it was already weakening, it continued to output its energy at full power.
Very immature.
However, the Purple gossamer creature's wish seemed nearly complete. Its original form had vanished.
