At this moment, Nailhead Spencer actually sensed the trait of "pain." This was not the kind of trait controlled by a Hell Lord.
Rather, it was something he had sensed through a "technique" he had comprehended in the Origin Sea—using his own devoured mind as the sacrifice, some humans in India as the material, and souls as the price.
Everything was unfolding in the direction Spencer had anticipated.
The true "pain" trait had long been controlled by Leviathan. Naturally, what he sensed were merely some lesser traits.
The path that drew upon pain had already been blocked by Leviathan.
But precisely because the memories he had sensed existed, the "technique" Spencer now sensed within the source of the Dreaming Sea was one that resembled the amplification of power.
The higher the level of power, the smaller the amplification multiplier.
For demon-level beings alone, this technique could amplify them dozens or even hundreds of times over.
It was enough to allow a Cursed Disciple to cross that chasm and advance to demon level, and enough to make the most ordinary demon-level being into the most elite Hell High Priest.
And at this moment, Nailhead had already gained an entirely new understanding of pain deep within his heart.
It was an understanding he could never have attained as a High Priest through the "pain senses."
Because the sensory organs Leviathan bestowed upon them were both an enhancement and a shackle, a limitation.
The pleasure they experienced through human pain using those sensory organs was merely what Leviathan wanted them to feel.
It was only a distorted sensation.
Not a feeling born from their own hearts.
Only Nailhead Spencer now had completely severed himself from those sensory organs, relying on his devoured, hollow heart to feel pain, to understand pain.
To merge with