In truth, Wei He's main consciousness was divided according to a very regular schedule.
Every morning, he ate breakfast with his wife, then drove out to work.
Once at work, his consciousness shifted to the Golden Crow subordinate body to explore black holes.
After searching for black holes all morning, he returned at noon to eat with Bilian, chat, and rest.
In the afternoon, he separately inspected the various subordinate bodies cultivating the exclusive true blood fusion techniques.
In the evening, he went home for dinner, watched the news, and checked his grandchildren's homework. Or he went to play chess and brag with Resius and the others.
A few years ago, Wei He had already arranged for a fleet to escort Resius and his group to the Wulan galaxy.
The old friends had been quite lucky. Not one of them had died.
After a late-night snack and going to sleep with Bilian, he returned to the Golden Crow subordinate body to keep digging through black holes.
In any case, Wei He barely needed sleep anymore. With psychic power as powerful as his, once separated from the Golden Crow subordinate body, he was in a rather delicate state.
He was far stronger than an Immortal. With psychic power and psychic techniques alone, he could reach the Black Flame level; with a thought, a formed psychic technique could destroy a planet.
Yet compared to a true Monarch, he still fell far short.
Wei He felt that this state should belong to the half-Monarch level.
In other words, his own soul could not achieve dimensional ascension. It was the dimensionally ascended Golden Crow subordinate body that had forcibly fed back and nourished his soul, causing Wei He to enter an incomplete Monarch-soul state.
Wei He strolled across the black earth beneath his feet,