Lei Dong's consciousness had been muddled, yet drifting in a state of blissful comfort. It was as if he could sleep through the end of time and never wake up, and be perfectly happy.
But the needle-like sting formed by Mei Xiang's consciousness jolted him awake in pain. Lei Dong's consciousness slowly came to, and he was startled to "see" a pale-faced, middle-aged man in the sea of his soul. After a moment's thought, he realized this must be the Nether God's consciousness, right? What puzzled him, in his dazed state, was why the middle-aged man seemed to be molesting Ji. Could it be that Ji had seen his exalted status and gone out of her way to seduce him?
That didn't seem right, either. The Nether God seemed to be grinning, a lecherous, lascivious grin, as though he wanted to swallow Ji whole. Ji, meanwhile, looked panicked and flustered, frightened and uneasy, bitter and despairing.
Lei Dong felt a flicker of alarm. Something seemed badly wrong. At the same time, Mei Xiang's consciousness erupted with an urgent message: "Master, that old lecher's trying to swallow your consciousness! He's bullying Big Sister Ji, too. Hurry and help!"
Mei Xiang's sudden outburst not only jolted Lei Dong fully awake, but also drew the Nether God's attention. His strength was unfathomable. A mere sweep of his consciousness revealed a life-form he had overlooked. Seeing that it was Mei Xiang, who looked like a little girl, he let out a cackling laugh. "My great-great-granddisciple sure seems to have a taste for beauty. He wasn't satisfied with taking a celestial beauty and a demonic beauty as slaves out in the world; he's even hiding two beautiful women's consciousnesses in his soul." With that, he simply sucked Mei Xiang toward him from across the air