"What could have caused this?"
Although he had handed his body over to his secondary personality, Yu Jing's primary consciousness was still secretly monitoring the process.
He had never expected his secondary personality to continue constructing a True Mansion completely different from his own... These black specks floating in the air were precisely the embryonic form of his secondary personality's True Mansion.
As the black specks slowly expanded, Yu Jing clearly felt unwell. His head spun, and his mind throbbed.
His own True Mansion Small World was like a computer infected by a virus, suffering a certain degree of infection and corrosion.
"No, this won't do. I have to build the two worlds separately, just like the balance between yin and yang... My secondary personality and I belong to completely opposite extremes, so the True Mansions we construct naturally can't be mixed together."
Yu Jing's consciousness manifested inside the Small World. He found the lowest point of the terrain, directly beneath a certain mountain.
As the master of this Small World, Yu Jing immediately began digging a tunnel at tremendous speed. He reached the lowest point and continued excavating downward.
Yu Jing immediately sent a voice transmission: "Fang He! Can you gather all these Little Blacks and bring them over to me?"
"Okay!"
Green Lotus Roots sprouted from Fang He's palms one after another, forming a tightly woven net that enveloped the scattered black specks in the sky.
The black specks had already grown to the size of glass beads.
Sizzle!
The moment the Green Lotus Roots touched the surfaces of the black specks, they immediately let out a corrosive sound. Murky smoke rose into the air, and the pain pierced straight into Fang He's soul.
"This is a task my master entrusted to me... I have to do it