In the courtyard covered by a sea of consciousness both black and white.
With his body slightly leaning forward and his head hanging down, Ye Chenfeng slowly lifted his head. Blood faintly seeped from the middle of his forehead, his eyes entirely filled with blood vessels, giving his terrifying eyes an appearance of lifelessness.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!—"
Ye Chenfeng exhaled lightly from his mouth, his facial expression appearing extremely stiff. However, the aura emanating from his body remained unchanged, his strength was still at the Initial Stage of the First Tier of the Divine Thought Realm.
"This little guy is actually okay? His Sea of Consciousness has actually formed in reality? This is simply unbelievable." Wu Fengxian, the White Shadow Person, let out a complete sigh of relief. According to reason, once the Sea of Consciousness is drawn out from the forehead, a cultivator's divine soul would certainly disperse.
