The sea of consciousness.
It sounded a little mystical.
But in a world of Magic,
there was nothing mystical about it.
Put simply, it was a concept much like the soul.
The difference was that a soul could be given physical form through certain means, such as the spell [Soul Drain].
Mental Power was different.
It could never take physical form.
Everyone knew it existed.
They could even sense it.
But they could neither see nor touch it.
If you stretched the definition, something like a [Mana Potion] came close.
It was meant to increase the Magic Power within the body.
But anyone who used Mana Potions regularly knew that drinking one also brought a tiny measure of mental comfort.
That was mainly because Magic Power and Mental Power resonated with each other to some degree.
Otherwise, an increase in Mental Power would not raise one's total Magic Power as well.
As Lan Qingyou closed her eyes and focused,
her sea of consciousness felt like a pool of thick oil.
The thicker the sea of consciousness,
the stronger one's Mental Power was.
The bubbles that surfaced from time to time represented Mental Power being steadily consumed.
Their occasional appearance was equivalent to ordinary daily expenditure.
If she came under attack or used a Mental Attack,
more bubbles would appear.
If she expended too much, a mist would even form above the sea of consciousness.
That was when she would need to watch for mental exhaustion.
Right now, very few bubbles appeared.
That was because Lan Qingyou was sleeping in a room with a calming effect.
At that moment,
a white orb of light floated above her sea of consciousness.
It had once been surrounded by many thin rings.
But as Lan Qingyou's Mental Power grew stronger and her sea of