Wooo, wooo!!
The low, mournful wail of ghosts.
Had become the background music of the Dark Plane.
Within White Bone Island, a powerful wave of spiritual force rapidly spread, reflecting the illusory Wondrous Scene within Yin Ming's Sea of Consciousness.
Hundreds of millions of transparent karmic threads descended, one end linked to the Eight-Trigram Fate Plate, the other plunging into the river of history. The fate plate spun now slowly, now swiftly, condensing one hexagram after another that hovered around it, evolving countless phantasms.
Yin Ming's Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged in midair at the center of the fate plate, his entire body burning with ink-black flames. As a wisp of black flame's Fire Seed descended, the immense computational power of the Heavenly Demon Realm Consciousness merged into the fate plate, producing an ocean of information in an instant.
In a single second.
The immense amount of information generated by the fate plate's deductions rivaled a god's reflections during a hundred years of seclusion.
The gap in computational power simply was not on the same level as living beings. No creature could bear such a terrifying ocean of information.
"Human hearts, heavenly intent, a Heavenly Dao-level thought model... Even if the 'Heavenly Demon Realm Consciousness' cannot even be considered a finished product, its computational power is still unbelievably formidable! The only problem is that its consumption is too frightening. The resources used in one minute of operation would be enough to nurture a Seventh-Ring Tier Subordinate God. I have to hurry with the deductions!"
Yin Ming felt the terror of facing Truth Sorcery head-on. His Primordial Spirit was wrapped tightly in black flames as it slowly sank into the Eight-Trigram Fate Plate beneath his feet.
In an instant, the Eight-Trigram Fate Plate began spinning rapidly.
Only thanks to the protection of