Chapter 161: You call this the Sea of ​​Consciousness? This is the universe!

"Hummm—" After a bout of dizziness, the Shadow Demon's consciousness landed on solid ground.

"Why... is it so cold?" The Shadow Demon opened his eyes in confusion, and then, his entire body completely froze in place.

The "Sea of Consciousness lake" he had expected did not appear.

What appeared before him was a vast, boundless... purple Universe that was so expansive it was despair-inducing!

Above his head was not the sky of a Sea of Consciousness, but endlessly swirling nebulae. Every twinkling star was actually composed of Mental Energy crystallized to the extreme.

Those stars moved along some mysterious trajectory, vaguely forming a huge, towering outline—it was a phantom of a man in a sleeping robe, half-reclining on the galaxy.

"This... is this the scale of Divine Sense a Great Grandmaster can possess?!"

The Shadow Demon swallowed hard, his will feeling unprecedentedly insignificant at this moment.

Here, he couldn't even feel his own existence. His "Void Body," which was enough to look down upon those of the same rank, seemed like a low-resolution pixel block of only 0.5 bits in this Universe, appearing humble and ridiculous.

【Ding! Illegal plugin detected attempting unauthorized access to core data.】

【System Judgment: Malicious junk file detected.】

【Status Suggestion: The host is in the critical stage of the "Empress Foot Massage Dream," manual cleanup is not recommended.】

【Activating automatic antivirus mode: Size 43 Thunder Slipper—Dimensional reduction strike loading.】

A cold, sharp-tongued electronic voice boomed throughout the entire Universe.

"Who? Who is speaking?!" The Shadow Demon turned around in terror.

He saw a sky-covering purple shadow slowly condensing in the Void Realm.

It was a slipper.

A purple flip-flop that looked plain and ordinary, yet exuded a terrifying pressure that froze time and space!

"Wait... wait a minute! I am the Shadow Demon! I am from the Western Shadow Guild..."

Before the Shadow Demon could finish, the slipper had already locked down all surrounding dimensions.

In Jiang Chen's Sea of Consciousness, Jiang Chen was the only True God.

"So noisy."

In the Universe, a dream-muttering like a divine oracle echoed.

It was Jiang Chen's voice.

The next second, the giant slipper, carrying the will to crush everything, slapped down on the Shadow Demon like swatting a fly!

"Slap!!!"

The Shadow Demon didn't even have time to scream. The moment his proud Soul body touched the slipper, it was like a formatted hard drive; all memories, cultivation, and will related to being a "person" were violently erased.

His Soul was forcibly compressed, turning from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, and finally, it became a... sticky note as thin as a cicada's wing.

【Ding! Junk file cleanup complete.】

【This "cached junk" has been converted into 100 points of Divine Soul nourishment.】

【Current evaluation: The new bathhouse attendant's skills were too amateurish, dealt with.】

Real world, airship bedroom.

Mu Qingxue had been holding Jiang Chen tightly, but suddenly felt Jiang Chen's body tremble slightly, and a flash of extremely subtle purple light passed between his eyebrows.

"What... happened just a moment ago?" Mu Qingxue opened her eyes abruptly, her ice-blue eyes full of shock.

She could feel that just a moment ago, the Mental Energy fluctuations within Jiang Chen's body had suddenly erupted to a frequency surpassing the War God Realm, and then instantly returned to silence.

Su Qingyue also raised her head, her eyes flickering with phoenix fire staring fixedly at Jiang Chen: "Big Sister Qingxue, you felt it too, right? Just now, an extremely cold power intruded into this room, but... it disappeared instantly."

"It was the Shadow Demon."

Iliya, who was lying on Jiang Chen's lap, sniffed her nose, her tail stiffening slightly, "I smelled that disgusting stench. That is the strongest shadow-type assassin from the Western black market; he once assassinated a Great Grandmaster in their sleep."

"What?!" Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue exclaimed simultaneously.

Since the Shadow Demon had been here, wouldn't Jiang Chen be...

The two women were about to panic and check Jiang Chen's condition when they noticed Jiang Chen turn over, his large hand habitually stroking Iliya's tail, muttering: "This carpet... why were there fleas just now... swatting them to death is fine..."

"..."

The three women looked at each other, then fell into a long silence and brainstorming.

"I understand now!"

Su Qingyue was the first to show an expression of sudden realization, her eyes filled with unprecedented worship, "Brother Jiang Chen is not sleeping, he is fishing! He knew the Shadow Demon would come, so he deliberately created the illusion of 'Mental weakness' to lure the Shadow Demon into his Sea of Consciousness!"

Mu Qingxue also nodded, analyzing thoughtfully: "The Heavenly Phoenix Bloodline is right. Jiang Chen's mental Realm has reached the level of 'Divine Clarity.' That tremor just now was clearly him opening a micro black hole within his Sea of Consciousness, instantly erasing a powerhouse of the Shadow Demon's level."

"No, it's more than that." The more Mu Qingxue thought about it, the more terrified she felt, "Look at his breathing now; it matches the pulsation frequency of the Northern Territory Dragon vein. The reason he insisted on going to the Northern Territory, ostensibly to pluck armpit hair from the Fox clan's Old Ancestor to make a pillow..."

"What about in reality?" Iliya asked timidly.

Mu Qingxue's expression was solemn as she lowered her voice: "In reality, he is laying out a plan! The Northern Territory Fox clan's Old Ancestor is an important hub of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. Jiang Chen is using 'sleeping' as a cover, but is actually deducing the national Luck and grand trends of the entire Northern Territory in his dreams! That armpit hair... is likely a medium for some kind of Karma; he wants to use this hair to lock down the Fox clan's Luck for ten million years!"

"Hiss—!"

Su Qingyue gasped, feeling completely stunned by Jiang Chen's grand layout.

"So that's it! Brother Jiang Chen has actually shouldered so much for the Great Xia! He appears greedy, lustful, lazy, and rude, but it's all to confuse the enemy, fighting alone in his dreams to open up eternal peace for us!"

The three women's gazes toward Jiang Chen changed completely at this moment.

It was no longer the look one gives a lazy Genius, but that of a savior who sacrifices himself and lays plans for the ages!

At this moment, in a corner no one noticed.

The Shadow Demon's "two-dimensionalized" Soul was currently like a purple sticky note, stuck to the airship's vent due to the shockwaves of Jiang Chen's Mental Energy.

His facial features were extremely distorted on the paper surface. Although he had no thoughts, the fear remaining in his Soul's instinct was still silently screaming: Is this really the kind of Sea of Consciousness a human should have? That's not a sea at all; that's a Universe filled with giant slaps!

【Ding! host, please pay attention.】

【Because you violently dismantled the "Shadow Demon delivery" in your dream just now, the System judges that you are very dissatisfied with the current moving environment.】

【Urgent task progress update: [Fox Ancestor Golden Fur] acquisition progress 0/1.】

【System snark: host, stop hugging the beautiful girl. If you don't get that underarm fur, this black iron bed will also disintegrate in three hours because it cannot bear your "heavy" Soul. By then, you will only be able to sleep on that ice-mountain mentor's lap all the way to the Northern Territory.】

"Mmm..."

Jiang Chen seemed to hear the System's snark, his brows twitching slightly.

"Underarm hair... golden... it must be golden..."

Jiang Chen muttered in his sleep, his palm subconsciously tightening, grabbing one of Iliya's main tails.

"Ah! Master! Gentler!"

Iliya let out a soft cry, her nine tails instantly tensing straight.

The airship had already crossed the Northern Territory's Great Wall defense line, and the temperature below instantly plummeted below minus one hundred degrees.

But in this bedroom filled with over-interpreting and domineering Mental Energy, spring was growing wantonly.

In the distant Northern Territory Fox clan Holy Land, the Fox clan's Old Ancestor, who was closing her eyes to rest and preparing to welcome the human negotiation delegation, suddenly shivered and subconsciously covered her armpit.

She felt that an extremely perverted and terrifying malice was crossing the Void Realm, locking onto the... life-bound fur she had maintained for three thousand years.

The airship accelerated, target: Northern Territory Fox Holy Land.