Naimus naturally had the ability to break this vicious cycle. As long as he used the power of the True Spirit to guide it, he could exceed the limits to a certain extent, allowing Meng He's consciousness to connect with her true body and complete her spirituality.
But doing so would inevitably expose him.
"So, I should make the Moon God bleed a little more," Naimus thought.
"And the Moon God shouldn't be that foolish. Faced with enormous benefits, It would likely become even more cautious than usual," Naimus thought.
Putting himself in Its place, if Naimus encountered a windfall and that windfall kept urging him to invest more and more effort, he would not give it up, but he would certainly test it at a critical moment.
He would never let this so-called "windfall" lead him around by the nose.
The Moon God was the same.
It might currently be immersed in the immense gains brought by the expansion and development of spirituality, but once those gains required It to touch upon excessively great interests, It would instantly sober up.
When that time came, it would be a contest of will and confidence.
Naimus was hidden in the dark, giving him a tremendous advantage.
But he absolutely could not underestimate the Moon God because of that.
At that moment, Meng He carefully sensed the growth of her spirituality and made a rough estimate.
The development of spirituality required more time—perhaps several months, perhaps several years.
And on that timescale, Meng He held a faint expectation toward another region.
Though she could not remember clearly, she vaguely recalled that the Land of Slumber could contact the outside world once every so often.
Her current consciousness body had condensed during the previous contact.
If contact occurred once more, would she be