The Underworld West's consciousness was complicated now, as if countless thoughts were colliding in its mind, locked in fierce conflict.
It took me some time to sort through everything before I realized that its consciousness contained that of the earliest Grim Reaper, that of demons, and all sorts of chaotic demonic images from modern film and television.
It was a massive collective. Every human idea about the Grim Reaper and demons flowed into it. Some of these ideas were strong, some weak, and some even clashed across cultures.
Because of the Tian Nan Wealth incident, the Underworld West contained not only consciousness shaped by myths and legends, but also a collection of people's ideas about investments, fraud, and all sorts of other things.
Its body was like a gigantic furnace of consciousness, but none of the consciousnesses had fused together. Instead, they each formed their own faction, competing and clashing with one another.
These consciousnesses waxed and waned, constantly changing. Whichever one held the initiative was always shifting.
Only then did I see the sinister energy rising from the Underworld West.
The energy was faint and insubstantial.
The Underworld West noticed it too, and became even more displeased.
This was exactly what I'd wanted to study, so I perked up. The scene before my eyes suddenly looked different.
Those chains appeared again.
The chains around the Underworld West kept changing color. Each color represented a different consciousness, and the dimmest one was the sinister energy. The other consciousnesses were resisting it, firmly keeping it under control.
But that solid advantage soon changed. The sinister energy began to shine.
I heard voices outside the dark space. The Underworld West's subordinate was reporting back.
"The ghost hiding in Four Seas Wealth is dead?" the Underworld West exclaimed in delight, its voice changing