Within the realm.
Crimson light flickered in Wang Ba's eyes. Opposite him, the monk looked dazed, a faint crimson radiance also rising in his eyes.
Yet a trace of struggle faintly showed on his face.
He seemed to have sensed Wang Ba's intrusion into his consciousness and was resisting with all his might...
Across from him, Wang Ba's gaze sharpened slightly in surprise.
"An Arhat... why can he still hold out?"
Even with the rules of a major realm combined with his Divine Soul's strength, he still could not fully influence the monk. It truly surprised him.
At a thought, his Primordial Spirit emerged from his body and flashed into the monk's brow.
At first, it felt like entering a mire, with resistance everywhere, but with just a little effort, he successfully broke into the monk's Primordial Spirit Sea of Consciousness.
The Sea of Consciousness stretched vast and boundless.
But at this moment, half of it was crimson like a sea of blood, while the other half shone golden like Buddhist light.
At their boundary, a single naked monk sat cross-legged alone. His face, too, was divided at the bridge of his nose, half crimson and half golden, with the two sides shifting back and forth from time to time.
Mysterious golden patterns faintly covered the monk's body, constantly writhing over him, seemingly seeping into his flesh and bones.
It was these mysterious golden patterns that sustained him against the erosion of Yin Spirit Power.
"Is this what affected his mind?"
Wang Ba could not help recalling the cultivators in the Six Paths of Reincarnation whose dispositions had changed drastically after soaking in the Six Paths Pool Water.
His brow furrowed slightly.
He had found the same golden patterns on those cultivators and inside the Black Xi obtained from Bodhisattva