Pang Jian felt like he was the only one left in existence.0

Inside his sea of consciousness, it was as if the outside world did not matter at all. 0

A wave of loneliness and desolation surged into his heart.0

His thoughts started to spiral.0

As he pondered how to resist the Primordial Demon, the soul essence and murky energy within his sea of consciousness silently disappeared.0

Meanwhile, the figure of the androgynous yet strikingly handsome youth grew ever clearer, more tangible.0

The Primordial Demon was indiscriminately devouring his every thought!0

Regardless of whether these thoughts were benevolent, malicious, fearful, relieved, despairing, or exhilarated, the Primordial Demon would consume them all, amplifying his power with each new one.0

The Primordial Demon would draw strength from Pang Jian for as long as he was alive. There was no way to stop it without becoming a lifeless husk with no consciousness or ability to think.0

This was a terrifying power.0

The Abyssal Demon and the other Demon Gods, like He Motian, thrived on the evil within living beings' hearts, but the Primordial...0