Earth, Sand Sea Villa.
Dongguan sat on the sofa and opened his eyes.
He had just left the Virtual Universe.
"Black Annihilation Marquis is very determined to make this trade. He also cultivates the Formless Soul-Refining Secret Manual. Is there something about this manual I haven't noticed?"
Puzzled, Dongguan took out a metal plate and spent a few minutes inscribing a formless secret pattern on it.
He kept examining the metal plate, but could not make sense of it.
He knew this formless secret pattern could weaken soul attacks, and its weakening effect was even more pronounced against a Zerg Mother Emperor. However, he knew absolutely nothing about its effect on other cultivators of this manual.
"What's going on?"
It suddenly occurred to him that the lack of an effect on himself might be because the secret patterns he inscribed in his mental space had influenced his body and soul, deepening his cultivation of this manual and making it somewhat easier. Other cultivators, however, had no mental space and could not even obtain the corresponding secret patterns.
What the mental space contained was actually information.
In the Virtual Universe, outside a small hall.
"What favor?" King Dashuai asked.
But it was simple, because he could only make it change. How to change it, what to change it into, which consciousness structure was worst, or whether there even was a worst one rather than only the most suitable one, and whether it remained the same in different people-all of that was incomparably complicated.
He had actually dared to attempt the extermination of a race with an eighth-grade Cosmic Human bloodline.
"I want to buy some Zerg corpses, but I'm not exactly well-off at the moment. I'd like to ask you all for a hand. I'll repay you in the future." King