This Great Horned Rat God Statue, carved from ebony, was likewise gaunt and skeletal, almost a skeleton.
Its jet-black, gleaming surface shimmered with a faint violet radiance, like wavering purple flames that enveloped Ancient Dream Saintess whole, even swallowing her up.
No, this was not ebony.
It was some material that had settled deep within the rock strata for hundreds of millions of years, thoroughly permeated by Spiritual Energy—neither metal nor wood, and seemingly alive.
Meng Chao's heart stirred.
He recalled Ye Zi telling him that the rat god statues worshiped by the Great Horned Legion came in different grades, such as White Jade, bronze, and mithril.
If Meng Chao's guess was correct, the one before him should be the highest-grade "Amethyst Statue."
It could implant dreams and beliefs into the deepest, most mysterious regions of the human brain.
Meng Chao hesitated.
Dreams were the brain's most unpredictable activity.
He was not sure whether, after his consciousness infiltrated the depths of Ancient Dream Saintess's brain, he could truly communicate effectively with her and intervene.
Nor did he know whether the ambitious schemers lurking behind the scenes could sense his presence through this Amethyst Statue.
At worst, Ancient Dream Saintess, beside herself with rage, might brutally suppress him in the depths of her dreams.
Though this was not all of Meng Chao's consciousness.
Half of his consciousness still remained safely inside his own shell of flesh.
But Meng Chao truly had no desire to investigate such an interesting subject as "what happens when a human loses half their self-awareness" from the position of an "experimental subject."
Still, there was no turning back once the bowstring had been drawn.
His consciousness had already been led here all the way by Ancient Dream Saintess's Thought Tentacles.
Like fish rushing forth alongside floodwaters bursting