The bizarre little worm shot forward like lightning, formless and insubstantial. With a single lunge, it reached Hong Yuan's eyes. Then a faint coolness touched his pupil, and it merged into his eye.
The eyes were the gateway to the heart. Entering through his eye, the little worm immediately began gnawing, breaking through a barrier somewhere within a single breath.
Boom!
Towering waves erupted in the depths of Hong Yuan's tranquil sea of consciousness. A fissure opened, and the little worm shot inside, immediately taking on the Night King's appearance.
Standing within Hong Yuan's sea of consciousness, the Night King rapidly swelled into a demonic god that towered between heaven and earth. His voice rolled like thunder.
"Your arts, your Dao, your fleshly vessel-from this day onward, they will all belong to me!"
His mighty demonic voice resounded as the Night King opened his enormous mouth, transforming it into an abyss that devoured everything, ready to swallow every last trace of Hong Yuan's thoughts.
Yet just then, millions of lightning bolts burst out of thin air within the sea of consciousness and coiled around the Night King. With a sharp crack, countless fissures tore across his mountain-sized demonic body.
"How is this possible?"
As the Night King reeled in shock, the lightning on his demonic body grew ever denser. In an instant, it tore him apart completely, reducing him to a worm once more.
The worm trembled, terror radiating from its thoughts as it sank deeper and deeper. After an unknown length of time, everything suddenly fell silent, and the entire universe became dark.
Within that boundless darkness and deathly silence, a voice suddenly sounded. "Indeed. Your arts and your Dao all belong to me now."
The worm's terror intensified. Pairs of eyes opened in the darkness, radiating divine light