This world looked no different from a normal sea of consciousness.
It was even vaster and more stable than an ordinary cultivator's sea of consciousness.
Yet beneath this seemingly tranquil sea of consciousness lurked endless Chaos, powerful enough to devour everything.
This was a trap carefully prepared for Elder Liu.
A death trap from which there was no return.
"Hmph. Stop putting on an act."
Seeing Yang Lingtian remain silent, Elder Liu snorted coldly and no longer hesitated.
The power of his Divine Soul, already more than half depleted, surged into Yang Lingtian's sea of consciousness without reservation.
However, the instant his Divine Soul power entered Yang Lingtian's sea of consciousness—
his expression suddenly changed.
Something was wrong!
Terribly wrong!
How could this woman's sea of consciousness be so vast?
It was practically an endless starry sky.
Moreover, her Divine Soul power was far too solid.
This was fundamentally not the Divine Soul strength a Saint God Realm cultivator should possess.
No good. I've fallen into a trap.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Elder Liu's heart, and he instantly realized that he had probably kicked an iron plate.
Without thinking, he tried to withdraw his Divine Soul power from Yang Lingtian's sea of consciousness.
However, it was already too late. The instant he prepared to retreat—
an ancient, boundless gray power that he could neither understand nor resist—
erupted from the depths of that "sea of consciousness" like a flood bursting through a breached dam.
The power instantly bound and wrapped around the Divine Soul power he had sent inside.
"What kind of power is this?!"
Elder Liu's Divine Soul let out a terrified shriek.
He could feel that before this gray power—
his Divine Soul power was as fragile as snow beneath the sun, being assimilated and devoured at