This world had absorbed so many worlds, yet not a single one possessed consciousness. That was already an ocean of evidence.
Before, Lin Jun had not understood. He could still explain it away by saying that the larger a world grew, the harder it was for Self-Awareness to form. But among so many worlds, Small Worlds were everywhere, and Lin Jun had seen more than he could count, yet they were all the same.
Even Yu Zhong was a hodgepodge himself, with nothing special about him. He had merely happened to find Xie Yun's booklet and pieced himself into a monster.
Calling it fused consciousness was giving it too much credit. It was nothing at all; he could not even control any one of those worlds.
"Ah, how had I never thought of that?"
Xie Yun smacked his thigh in frustration. After all, they had both come from the same world, so they had naturally never feared something like World Consciousness.
After all, they had never seen it.
Even Xie Yun, who had merged himself with the Dao, felt that way. Back then, he had never seen any so-called consciousness. Even he himself was unclear about how he had died. He only knew that the world had acted, and that he had voluntarily handed it the leverage it needed.
"Brother, hearing you put it that way puts me at ease. Bring that booklet over. Yu Zhong changed it into a complete mess. Although it made cultivation easier, it lost its essence."
Lin Jun handed the booklet to Xie Yun. With a casual wave of Xie Yun's hand, a mass of energy instantly condensed in midair.
"I'll speak plainly. I have an ulterior motive, and it is very clear: I want to go home. As you can see, I am already