Condensing the 'death' that one personally perceives, experiences, endures, and comprehends into a spiritual crystal, then catalyzing it and injecting it into the enemy’s perception.
This kind of comprehension was almost like a virus that could decompress, copy, and spread by itself, filling every thought process.
The moment it was understood, the experience of death had already been repeated dozens, hundreds, even thousands of times.
And in that absolute void, any consciousness would gradually dissolve, evaporate, vanish without a trace.
“The essence of the Abyss of Desolation.”
Bao Dacai narrowed his eyes, savoring that spot of pitch-black darkness spreading on his tongue—young people these days are truly terrifying, how could so many of them muster all their strength and thrust it down into the vortex?
Hmm, but this purity, it’s basically a rare treasure, like a brand-new artifact made from an original sin!
Yet, even after solving one mystery, more questions surfaced in his heart.
Even if consciousness dissolves and evaporates entirely, if the opponent is the lord of this illusory dream, as long as their soul remains, they could always reshape themselves like a mold.
At worst, they could just delete all the poisoned memories.
There must be something else, something even more crucial!