His body moved slowly, taking step after step toward that spot.
Butterfly Ancestor stared in disbelief. How was this possible? How could he move? It was impossible.
Lu Yin had moved, but not through strength. He had done it through consciousness.
The White Bone Clone had no consciousness. All of Lu Yin's consciousness was inside the Divine General Record, and the Divine General Record could only accompany his true body.
But the Eternal Consciousness Realm existed in his memories.
At the critical moment, Lu Yin had thought of the Eternal Consciousness Realm. It existed in his memories, and his memories existed within himself—they were his very perception in that moment. Lu Yin had only one self-aware consciousness, no matter how many clones he had. His self-aware consciousness was still himself, and so he had only one set of memories.
The Eternal Consciousness Realm had given Lu Yin's White Bone Clone the power of consciousness. Though the consciousness he had left was weak, it was enough to drag him.
Butterfly Love Flower could devour physical strength, but it could not devour consciousness.
No matter how faint it was, consciousness could still drag Lu Yin toward the place he wanted to reach.
Lu Yin crashed heavily to the ground, facing the spot where Butterfly Burial had been. He unleashed the Three Death Arts.
A surging tide of Dead Silence Power rushed toward Butterfly Burial through the Three Death Arts. In an instant, the world went black as an endless torrent of Dead Silence Power poured in, leaving Butterfly Ancestor stunned.
Its combat power far surpassed Lu Yin and the others at that moment, but the Dead Silence Power contained in Lu Yin's Three Death Arts was also immense. Across the entire Death Universe, fewer than three beings possessed more.
Such an immense