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第一千二百二十六章 阵念吞丛云

Li Ping stood quietly, feeling the intense will to survive of this vast ocean.

Any existence would struggle desperately when faced with life and death. Li Ping could sense that fervent desire for survival from the ocean.

But for Xuanhuang Realm, it was nothing but naked evil thoughts.

As a self-proclaimed incarnation of the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao, he couldn't possibly stand on the side of Cunyun Sea.

"Since you're here, submit to me."

"There's no point in struggling any further."

With a single thought, his divine consciousness enveloped the entire Cunyun Ocean. The images from the scattered islands and countless living beings in the sea instantly appeared in his mind.

Li Ping remained silent for a moment.

"This is necessary sacrifice."

A flash of determination passed through his eyes as golden light emerged from him and spread throughout Cunyun Sea, penetrating deep into its depths to reach the seafloor.

The seabed of Cunyun began to tremble violently, unseen by most. From above, it appeared that a giant net had formed across the entire ocean's surface, enveloping this vibrant sea of life.

Above, dark clouds suddenly gathered. The once calm sea churned into massive waves far more violent than any storm before. Some islands capsized unexpectedly while those with cultivators on them were also in peril amidst the fierce winds and rains.

Cunyun Sea cultivators looked around nervously at the strange changes in the heavens. Some, sensing great danger, fled through the teleportation array to Ten Thousand Immortals Island. Their actions drew attention from others, who either followed or mocked those fleeing as cowardly.

Li Ping ignored both groups, focusing solely on Cunyun Sea's residual consciousness. A golden net invisible to ordinary cultivators had already sealed off the ocean. The essence of primal power was accumulating and evolving into a grand array.

Cunyun Sea's awareness felt the tightening grip of the golden net, causing the waves to grow more violent.

To Li Ping, it was just the rage of an impotent being.

"How can world consciousness be eradicated?"

As he constructed the array, he pondered this question. "I forge countless gods from all beings." He quickly thought of this supreme lethal array. "An array that even True Immortals can barely withstand—dealing with residual world consciousness shouldn't be a problem."

"Countless meaningless thoughts冲击..."

With Li Ping's array construction, strange scenes began appearing in the sky above Cunyun Sea. They were distorted, despairing faces wailing and waving their arms.

They seemed to cry for help or just unconscious screams.

More and more eerie faces appeared on the heavens, filling his vision densely.

The sounds of human-like cries filled the ears of the sea's inhabitants, drowning out all other noises.

"Ah!"

Those with weak wills succumbed to these demonic faces, becoming equally desperate. Those who managed to hold on soon fell into terrifying nightmares where they saw a black sun rise in the sky, signaling the impending destruction of the world.

They shared this unimaginable ordeal with those despairing faces.

The teleportation array at Ten Thousand Immortals Island remained active. However, all cultivators who witnessed the myriad faces lost their ability to control their thoughts. Regardless of their cultivation level—whether they were Spirit Refinement practitioners or Divine Transformation island masters—they were all affected.

Their minds filled with endless despair, but no one wanted to flee. They knew this array was not targeting them; it merely swept through them. The brutality Cunyun Sea's consciousness faced was unimaginable.

With the ceaseless cries of countless demons, Li Ping felt that Cunyun Sea's will was dissipating. The towering waves began to calm down. It seemed everything would pass, like rain after a storm.

But Li Fan knew that from then on, Cunyun Sea would be different.

The process of eradicating Cunyun Sea's consciousness lasted an entire day. During this time, all cultivators who entered the ocean's range were affected by horrific illusions, but no large-scale loss of life occurred, so Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance had yet to react.

Dark clouds cleared, and the sea returned to its pristine blue. The silence was eerie.

Li Ping felt the scattered remnants of Cunyun Sea's consciousness in the world.

The golden net slowly retracted, bringing back this shattered world's essence into his body.

"Ugh..."

As Li Ping absorbed the consciousness from Cunyun Sea, countless images flashed through his mind. Even though he had grown accustomed to monitoring every event within Holy Dynasty Great启, the sheer volume of information was incomparable.

The vast ocean wasn't just filled with humans; beneath its calm surface lay the myriad sounds of life. From Li Ping's subjective perspective, these creatures without intelligence wouldn't warrant much attention. But now, they were passively absorbed.

In the world consciousness's view, these fish and human cultivators were essentially no different.

Li Ping endured the pain in his识海and accepted all this information. It felt like swallowing a great tonic, and his divine essence strength swelled like a balloon.

His divine essence was already robust among cultivators but grew rapidly, inevitably creating cracks. Most cultivators would despair at such a situation, waiting for their souls to scatter.

But Li Ping was different. With the Heavenly Emperor's Qi Classic in his possession, he wasn't just anchored by the billion subjects of Holy Dynasty Great启. He also had transcendent primal essence within him.

The golden energy flowed, mending the cracks in his divine essence while acting as a supplement for its expansion. After the initial dangerous phase passed, Li Ping slowly adapted.

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