Chen Feng fell into the Ant Clan's consciousness.
His initial attack had exposed his power, allowing the Ant Clan's psyche to invade the soul he had left open. It was much like a hacker attack—easy to expose oneself as well.
In that instant, spiritual resonance poured into his consciousness like the Milky Way hanging upside down, at a terrifying speed. Even his true self was submerged, like an ordinary man swept away by a raging flood, utterly unable to resist.
Too many foreign thoughts had mingled with his own, causing his thoughts to become completely disconnected.
Yet comparatively speaking, he was still very fortunate.
Because it had already lost one main body, this Ant Clan consciousness was chaotic. It was like a network that had lost its main server: all the individual nodes remained connected, but that "connection" could no longer become "strength." Something was obstructing it.
It was precisely because of this that Chen Feng survived.
He was only a Core Formation cultivator now. In cultivation and essence alike, there was an absolute gulf between him and an Ant Clan mighty figure—a gap so vast it could not be measured in words. With the slightest touch of that Ant Clan mighty figure's mind, his self could have been utterly crushed, leaving not even dregs behind.
But the Ant Clan mighty figure had already lost her self, and this network no longer had a core. He was not entering a heavily guarded labyrinth fraught with danger on every side, but an unguarded ocean.
It was simply that the ocean was far too vast. Drowning someone in it was all too easy.
The reason Chen Feng had not died was something for which he had Wang Qi to thank.
Or rather, Wang Qi's variant Flame of Life divine ability, "Holy Light."