The Sea of Consciousness!
The seat of his individual consciousness.
Without warning, an abyssal swamp appeared, along with a head made of foul-smelling sludge.
An invasion of the Sea of Consciousness was like having the darkest, most secret thoughts in the depths of his mind exposed, evoking a fear that sank deep into his bones.
His primordial spirit shone brilliantly at the head of the Celestial Palace and demanded coldly, "Who are you?"
At the same time, he hurriedly sensed the entire Sea of Consciousness, but found nothing amiss.
There were no signs of forced entry into the Sea of Consciousness. Some special method had merely been used to project information into it through an unseen connection.
"Phew!"
Yin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked toward the sludge-built head above the swamp, still not daring to lower his guard in the slightest.
An existence capable of forcibly maintaining synchronization with his consciousness without his cooperation was unquestionably dangerous.
Having a phone forced to receive nuisance messages was merely irritating. Having his brain forced to receive information meant a vulnerability at his tier-a fatal vulnerability.
"In my previous life, ordinary people could use mere words and text as lethal blades through rumors and online harassment. Naturally, the supernatural world can produce something more advanced."
Yin Ming understood this clearly. Unlike other Evil Gods, he did not have tens of thousands of years of life experience to reinforce his understanding, but through cultivating fate principles, his mind had advanced alongside his strength and was far from fragile. His understanding and thought processes were all parts of his Mind Firewall, but once a breach was discovered, he had to find a way to repair it.
For now, however, dealing with the abyssal swamp took priority.
The three deities merged into a