The Ink Sea God King spoke with a hint of embarrassment.
The yellow clay before them did resemble what he had described as soulbound soil.
Of course, resembling it and actually being it were two entirely different things.
If this yellow clay could advance further, it might have the potential to become soulbound soil.
But for now…
its only similarity to soulbound soil was that it was, well, clay.
"No, this won't do."
Daniel carefully inspected the yellow clay.
The rules within it had been completely altered by chaos.
Or rather, the yellow clay itself had essentially become part of the chaos.
Even the withered grass growing on the yellow clay was influenced by these chaotic rules,
becoming what it was.
Whether Big White could make use of this remained uncertain.
Previously, Big White had no issues consuming the withered grass,
so this yellow clay shouldn't pose much of a problem either.
Having grasped the basics of how the yellow clay worked,
