Calculations I

Sea of Oblivion.

The once vast Sea of Oblivion now looked as though it had grown a tumor. Along its edges, great swathes of black-red flesh pulsed, spread, and grew.

Zhang Rongfang's consciousness would sometimes leave the abyss within his body, accelerating the absorption of the surrounding souls.

At other times, it would sink into the abyss's inner cavity, into the slaughter of countless human-faced insects.

Half a month had passed since the first Saint Soul appeared.

Over that half-month, he had absorbed so many souls that he could no longer remember the number.

Several million? Tens of millions? Perhaps even more.

In one corner of the Sea of Oblivion, roughly one-tenth of its area had begun to fade in color.

Countless souls now knew there was hope of escape here, and all of them surged madly toward that corner.

Zhang Rongfang sensed the immense number of souls within him and felt his consciousness and spiritual power soaring like fire arrows.

The delight he had felt at the beginning slowly settled into calm.

Numbers alone won't be enough to contend with Long. I have to raise my level of minute perception.

A thought stirred in his mind.

At once, a black gale naturally swept up above the Sea of Oblivion.

This was merely a natural phenomenon triggered by the slightest movement of his consciousness.

In places like the Interaction Zone and the Great Abyss, where force could be made manifest, a being of pure consciousness could accomplish many things.

So how do I raise my level of minute perception? He recalled once more what Ling had said in Format Space.

Spirit power refined to an extreme degree of purity.

Wasn't that much like the evolutionary process of the abyss's Saint Souls?

Understanding suddenly dawned on him.

That was precisely the