Cultivating Consciousness

Rather than swiftly settling things through war, they kept applying pressure from every angle until, at last, they forced the remnants of the Previous Dynasty back into the desolate mountains of the Southern Border.

However, Chen Duan himself did not pay much attention to the matter of the Previous Dynasty's remnants.

He had already dealt with the Celestial Court. How could these mortal factions possibly be his match?

He no longer interfered excessively with the Myriad Extremes Sect's development.

As long as they followed the basic principles he had laid down from the start, combined with his personal martial strength, there was no need to worry about any trouble arising.

Even if trouble did arise, he could simply reorganize everything through force.

Over the following days, Chen Duan stayed at the Myriad Extremes Sect and began extracting experience related to "consciousness" from the monsters in the Demon-Sealing Tower.

Inside the Spirit Gate.

Chen Duan stood amid a stretch of pink clouds and mist.

The fog was thick as syrup, carrying a cloying sweetness that made one drowsy.

Standing within it, Chen Duan was enveloped by clumps of pink mist. A sense of languor rose from the depths of his heart; his entire body went soft and limp, unwilling to move. He only wanted to sink into it, close his eyes, and sleep a dreamless slumber with no end.

Void-Piercing Bright Pupil—Release!

The vertical pupil on his forehead opened, and light flashed.

That languid feeling vanished from Chen Duan's mind in an instant, like smoke scattered by the wind.

Clarity returned to his gaze, and the scene before him reverted to the dim world unique to this Spirit Gate.

"Ah! How formidable!"

A man in a pink robe cried out. His peach-blossom eyes tilted slightly upward. "You actually broke my 'consciousness'