The ice-forged sliding coffin opened. The Demon Emperor sat up and vigorously shook his head, only then casting off the dizzy sensation of his consciousness returning to his body.
Compared with Origin Mall's holographic equipment, the consciousness apparatus here was clearly far less user-friendly.
According to Yilu, many Frost Elves suffered severe effects on their mental state after using it for the first time.
Simply put, they would remain muddleheaded for quite a while.
The stronger one's spiritual power, the less they would be affected. For the Demon Emperor, it was nothing worth mentioning.
He walked to an ice curtain wall nearby and gazed at the brain located in an ice peak. Its tentacles plunged deep into the surrounding ice, and an indescribable ripple emanated from within.
As a server, its storage and processing functions consumed an enormous amount of energy.
That was why being encased in ice was necessary—it helped dissipate heat.
Frost had told him that.
Another strange piece of knowledge had been added.
The Demon Emperor noticed that every tentacle extending from the brain was covered in knotted muscles, making him unable to resist wondering about these brains' combat prowess.
Perhaps they were even better at head-on confrontations?
Things related to gods were always bizarre, always trying to challenge ordinary people's understanding of biology.
The owner was one. The Endless Divine Court was another. So was this guardian before him.
Forget it. The Demon Emperor decided not to think so much.
"You've already left the Consciousness Realm? The Elder Council has finished its discussion. Can we go over now?"
Yilu, who had arrived riding an ice-crystal butterfly, noticed the Demon Emperor standing before the curtain wall and asked for his opinion.
After learning the outcome of the Elder Council's deliberation, she had rushed here at once.
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