Consciousness Transfer! My Clone Is My True Body!

Chaos.

Boundless chaos.

It was no mere noise, nor was it simple madness.

It was the sum of the universe's negative emotions, the resentment of countless lives devoured by the Abyss over the ages, and the chaotic residue left behind when the rules broke down.

They were like a pack of starving dogs, tearing viciously at Yang Yu's consciousness.

"Eat..."

"Kill..."

"Destroy..."

"Hungry..."

Countless voices exploded in his mind, each trying to seize control.

Yang Yu felt his consciousness being ripped to pieces.

It was like shoving his head into a meat grinder running at full speed.

"Fuck..."

Yang Yu gritted his teeth and tried to steady the core of his consciousness.

But the torrent was too strong.

So strong that the willpower he had always prided himself on felt as fragile as paper.

Three seconds.

The three seconds the Abyss Mother Goddess had warned him about were no exaggeration.

Yang Yu could clearly feel his sanity draining away at a terrifying pace.

At this rate, he really would turn into a drooling idiot.

But he did not panic.

Because he had expected all of this.

I saw this coming a long time ago.

Yang Yu struggled to preserve one last shred of clarity amid the chaotic torrent.

He had never overestimated himself.

If the Abyss Mother Goddess, who had lived for countless eras, could not fully resist the Chaotic Will, what made him think a newcomer like him could withstand it?

That would not be confidence. It would be arrogance.

But he had prepared.

The moment she grabbed him, he had already put a backup plan in place.

A clone is the true body, and the true body is a clone.

That was the core trait of his Body is Universe cultivation system.

As long as one clone survived,