It was not just the threads. More than half of the crystalline, jade-like bones of the giant skeletal beast had been stained black.
Bang!
The threads suddenly snapped, and a girl's figure surfaced atop the bone plate on the giant skeletal beast's head.
Little Gwen knelt on the giant skeletal beast's head, both hands pressed against the bone plate as she panted heavily.
Her pupils focused one moment and scattered the next. If any other Transcendents had been present, they would have recognized her condition at a glance—cognitive deviation. Her very existence had become unstable.
"Wh-what was that?! Why did Pollution come rushing in the moment I connected?!"
And it had sprayed in like a high-pressure water hose, wave after wave.
It took Little Gwen quite a while to catch her breath. Her face was filled with confusion and fear. It was not as if she had never come into contact with the Sea of Unconsciousness before, but the Pollution that had surged along the threads was far purer than that of the Sea of Unconsciousness. One careless moment, and she had nearly been corrupted.
Thankfully, she was a [Named One], and her control far surpassed that of other Transcendents. If it had been someone else, their life might have been in danger.
"Did Sister Scepter fall straight into Pollution? No, that can't be right. How is she still alive like this?"
Little Gwen had indeed sensed signs of life from her just now, though they were already extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Gwen scratched her head, feeling even more confused.
"But since she isn't dead yet, is there any way I can help her?"
Something stirred in Gwen's heart, and the black threads appeared in her hands once more.
"I was only corrupted because I