A sudden upheaval erupted within Yang Kai's sea of consciousness.
The instant he finished probing the secret behind the Great Demon God's exploration of the starry sky, tremendous waves of energy surged into his sea of consciousness.
The entire sea churned into violent tempests. The island conjured by the Six-Colored Warm Spirit Lotus tossed upon the roiling waters, looking as though it might capsize at any moment.
Yang Kai fought to keep his sea of consciousness calm, but found it utterly impossible to stem the tide.
The energy tore through like gales and lightning, ripping apart his sea of consciousness and inflicting pain beyond anything he'd endured.
The World Annihilation Demon Eye, hovering above the sea of consciousness, emitted a tremendous suction force and devoured every last shred of the incoming energy. In an instant, the entire sea plunged into total darkness.
This was Yang Kai's domain. Here, he was sovereign—he could command everything, reshape the scenery and layout at will.
But after the World Annihilation Demon Eye swallowed all that energy, Yang Kai realized with alarm that he'd lost control of his sea of consciousness.
His soul spirit plummeted as though falling into a bottomless abyss, dropping endlessly with no end in sight, filling him with mounting dread.
In the blackness, only the golden radiance of the World Annihilation Demon Eye blazed before his eyes.
His soul spirit was shrouded in that golden light, and a terrifying sensation washed over him—as though he himself was about to be devoured.
The golden light of the World Annihilation Demon Eye suppressed all soul energy. The soul energy of every expert Yang Kai had slain would be drawn here, then purified by that golden light.
It had never harmed Yang Kai before.
But this time was different. He had a vague feeling that if he didn't do something, he'd suffer the same fate as those others—his soul spirit purified away, leaving behind only a wisp of refined spiritual energy.
And when that happened, he would cease to exist forever.
Gritting his teeth and fighting back, Yang Kai caught sight of a faint six-colored glow shimmering in the darkness. His spirit jolted, and his soul spirit immediately fled toward it!
Moments later, his soul spirit touched down upon the six-colored treasure island.
Countless tiny, well-concealed Soul-Devouring Worms made their home on the island. After prolonged periods of nourishment and cultivation, these soul-devouring creatures had grown noticeably stronger than before.
Yang Kai paid them no heed. With a mere thought, the six-colored treasure island reverted to its original form—the Warm Spirit Lotus. Petal by petal, the lotus blossoms gradually folded inward, enveloping Yang Kai's soul spirit within.
The golden light blazed to its peak. The radiance pouring from the World Annihilation Demon Eye burned like a scorching sun, evaporating the energy inside Yang Kai's sea of consciousness and rapidly draining it dry.
Unimaginable agony radiated from the deepest recesses of his soul.
Yang Kai clenched his teeth and drove the power of the Warm Spirit Lotus, channeling a ceaseless flow to replenish the energy being consumed.
Gradually, the pain eased considerably. And to his astonishment, Yang Kai discovered that he had begun to develop a strange, unprecedented connection with the World Annihilation Demon Eye—the one that belonged to the Great Demon God.
Since obtaining the World Annihilation Demon Eye, Yang Kai had always tried to refine and subdue it, but never once succeeded.
Though he could wield its purification power, in essence the golden eye was merely a foreign artifact lodged in his sea of consciousness—not something he truly possessed.
That was nothing like the Six-Colored Warm Spirit Lotus.
After enduring such excruciating torment, he had finally forged a genuine bond with the World Annihilation Demon Eye. The sea of consciousness energy that had been evaporated served as a bridge, linking him to the Demon Eye, dissolving the barrier between them, and earning the Demon Eye's true recognition.
Realizing this, Yang Kai was instantly filled with elation.
He began driving the power of the Warm Spirit Lotus without the slightest restraint, continuously generating new energy in his sea of consciousness, only for it to be evaporated and devoured by the World Annihilation Demon Eye.
As time wore on, the searing pain in his soul grew fainter and fainter until it gradually disappeared altogether, replaced by a feeling of blissful ease.
At last, there came a moment when Yang Kai felt—with absolute certainty—that the World Annihilation Demon Eye had truly become his own.
The World Annihilation Demon Eye, which had been hovering in midair, suddenly shot downward like a meteor, hurtling straight toward Yang Kai.
The Six-Colored Warm Spirit Lotus that enshrouded him unfurled its petals. Yang Kai watched the incoming Demon Eye without the slightest flicker of fear, letting it plunge into his soul spirit and vanish without a trace.
In that instant, the world felt subtly different, and a quiet joy welled up from the depths of his heart.
In the white, mist-shrouded expanse, Yang Kai snapped his eyes open.
Pain spread across his left eye. Beside him, Meng Wuya and the others were gazing at him with concern, their faces taut with worry.
"Yang Kai, what happened?" Meng Wuya asked urgently.
The words had barely left his mouth when he froze, horror flooding his gaze. He pointed at Yang Kai and exclaimed, "Your left eye…"
That left eye was no longer the clear black-and-white eye it had been before. It was now a golden pupil—a narrow, elongated golden iris brimming with infinite majesty, its gaze utterly detached and cold, just as the Great Demon God's had been when Meng Wuya glimpsed him before, gazing down with icy indifference upon all mortal beings.
Faintly, an invisible vortex spiraled out from that golden eye, frantically clawing at Meng Wuya's soul, threatening to devour it, shaking his spirit to its foundations.
Manager Meng's face changed drastically. He quickly tore his gaze away and roared, "Close your left eye!"
Yang Kai blinked, then quickly grasped what was happening and clamped his hand over his left eye.
His palm came away warm and wet, tinged with the smell of blood.