Inside the sea of consciousness, the Giant Dragon finally stopped laughing. He straightened up, ready to find Chen Hao's primordial spirit, devour him, and take possession of this body.
"Hm?" His gaze swept across the void as he muttered in confusion, "This sea of consciousness... is this big?"
He looked around again. The void stretched endlessly, with no end and no boundary. In his three thousand years of life, he had seen the seas of consciousness of countless beings—humans, members of the Demon Race, strange beasts—but never one this vast.
It was not merely a little bigger. It was absurdly vast. He extended his divine sense outward, reaching a thousand miles, then ten thousand, yet still found no boundary.
As he surveyed the barren void of this sea of consciousness, a flicker of confusion crossed his draconic eyes. Swinging his enormous tail, he murmured, "How could it be so vast? Is the Human Clan's sea of consciousness really so different from the Demon Race's?"
He shook his head and stopped dwelling on the question. No matter how vast this sea of consciousness was, all he needed to do was find that man's primordial spirit and devour him. He spread his divine sense and searched the void.
He searched for a long time.
Nothing.
He searched for a long time and found nothing at all. Beyond the void, there was only more void.
There was no sign of Chen Hao's primordial spirit, no trace of any living presence—only endless, empty nothingness that could drive someone mad.
"Where is that human brat?" For the first time, a hint of unease crept into his voice.
Yet even after flying for a long time, he remained amid a sea of chaos. Nothing surrounded him except insubstantial mist. This sea of consciousness seemed endless, and