Within the Black Hair consciousness space, a faint yellow aura spread across everything.
"Outrageous! There isn't even any medium in the depths of the prison. The mental power I replenished over a hundred years with the God of the Dead has been depleted again (time flows differently in the depths of the Cosmic Prison). This damn movie theater's membrane really is difficult to penetrate... It seems my physical body has no way to descend."
What descended was actually Hastur's consciousness.
It wasn't a virtual construct inside the movie theater, but Hastur's true self in the real world, imprisoned in the deepest reaches of the universe.
"You brat, did you really have to go to Ghost Soul Canyon? Do you know anything about the background of this Black Hair alien race? Do you know why they were wiped out... They're a group of bottomless demons entrenched in the Desolate Region, completely and utterly corrupted by demonic cultivation. They polluted their own souls beyond recognition. Even I couldn't stand watching them."
"Actually, your choice wasn't wrong. It's just that this kind of plot will create problems for the storyline of my novel... The rating might plummet and the book could end up unsold."
Hastur's final sentence finally revealed the true purpose of his visit.
"This little female ghost is actually very special. That's why I don't reject her... There's something else that makes me quite angry. You clearly know that I'm the greatest master among the Old Gods when it comes to souls. So why did you ask that blob of bubbles about 'Demon Transformation'?"
Hastur's first grievance was with the direction of the work's plot, and his second was with Yu Jing for seeking out another god.
His lower body wriggled forward impatiently in his anger. Because of the uneven, smooth