"Was it a one-way influence...? Only I could see it."
From what Yu Jing had observed along the way, Abu's perception was superior to his own.
Whether it was lightning streaking across the sky or figures outside the tent, Abu sensed nothing. All these phenomena were merely imprinted in Yu Jing's mind, visible only to him.
Star Secret Art.
Without waking Abu, Yu Jing went outside the tent alone.
Thunder boomed as raindrops the size of beans washed over the ruined temple in the darkness.
With his plant body enhancing his vision, the night was not much different from daytime to Yu Jing.
There was no one outside the tent either.
Lovecraft, who had been sleeping at the highest point, had completely transformed his lower body into moist, many-branched tentacles. Clinging to the ground, they wriggled over to Yu Jing.
"With the monk friend possessing a Vajra Buddhist technique and Abu naturally possessing a Special Physique, neither of them was affected by this powerful mental influence... The government personnel I controlled earlier all committed suicide and died under a strange mental influence. I have spread the sea fog throughout Gushaluo Temple, but I still cannot find the source emitting the mental influence."
Lovecraft briefly explained the situation.
"Mm. I've only just reached the Entry-level in the Deep Sea Secret Art. I almost had my mind completely invaded... I'll see if I can find the source."
After putting on the yellow robe, Yu Jing was no longer affected by any mental invasion.
Yu Jing braced both hands against the ground. Countless fine plant roots spread deep underground, beginning a more detailed exploration.
"I'll cooperate with you."
Lovecraft's two main tentacles touched Yu Jing's right arm. In an instant, a pure Deep Sea Chaos energy spread through it without the slightest rejection.