Within his sea of consciousness, clouds churned.
"Broom Star, Broom Star!"
Lu Chen still shouted at the top of his lungs, calling out again and again.
"Boy, what kind of deity are you, daring to run wild in my sea of consciousness?"
A hostile voice suddenly rang out behind him.
Delight flashed across Lu Chen's face. Just as he turned to look back, he felt something hard press against his back.
"Don't move. Move even once more, and I'll pierce your divine soul!"
"Misunderstanding, Star Lord, it's truly a misunderstanding." Lu Chen hurriedly raised both hands to show he meant no harm.
"A misunderstanding? You barged into my sea of consciousness without my permission, and you still dare call it a misunderstanding?!"
A face poked out from the side.
His messy hair stood up like a rooster's comb, several wisps of dry stubble hung from his gaunt chin, and his immortal robes were patched atop patches. He looked every bit like someone plagued by misfortune and reduced to utter poverty.
He was exactly the same as the portrait in the Illustrated Compendium of the Gods.
Broom Star was about to demand an explanation when he suddenly sniffed, and his expression changed. "No... you're not an immortal deity. You're a mortal?!"
Lu Chen nodded.
Broom Star's pupils constricted sharply, and even his voice stumbled. "W-well, well... is the Heavenly Dao really so unwilling to tolerate me? I'm an Orthodox God, yet a mortal can come and go from my sea of consciousness as he pleases. What does it take me for? A garbage heap?!"
Lu Chen was using his blood essence as a catalyst right now. He had no time to wrangle with him.
"Broom Star Lord, you misunderstand. I relied on a special secret art and paid with my own