Jiang Che didn't know how long he had been walking towards the small house in his consciousness. He just felt that the road was boundless and had no end.

His body stood still, surrounded by countless dark forests.

His consciousness fell on the branches and trees around him, and his body only stored a trace of consciousness.

The sound of the ancient bell seemed to ring in Jiang Che's mind, but it was not very clear.

Ding Ning and Ahua stood beside the body, looking at the dark forest surrounding Jiang Che.

From a distance, he seemed to be surrounded by a dark forest, with dark trees growing around him.

But only when you get closer can you see that the branches of the trees around him are all growing out of his body.

Ding Ning hugged the motionless body tightly and buried her face in the stiff arms.

Ding Ning lowered his head, "How long do you stay home? We all miss you."

Now that the major dark forests are retreating step by step, devouring the dark mother plant and then devouring the lord of that position seems to have become Jiang Che's mechanical task.

Many lords have already cooperated with the dark mother plants in their own territories to resist Jiang Che.

But there was no way out. A group of people found Ding Ning and wanted to give up their qualifications to pass the copy and let Jiang Che pass it, just wanting Jiang Che to give them a chance to survive.

Jiang Che's consciousness was like a torrent, growing bigger and bigger, unstoppable.

But another problem also arises: the consciousness is too huge and too ethereal.

Not a single voice can be heard, countless consciousnesses are driven by the most primitive obsession.

When the lords of other copies found Ding Ning, she asked one thing, that is, whether the consciousness in Jiang Che's body was driven by himself or by the dark mother plant.

Finally, she got a heartbreaking answer.

In order to get her to persuade Jiang Che to stop, the dark mother plants told her that Jiang Che no longer had any consciousness in his body.

With such a violent collision of consciousness, the dark mother plant that had originally merged with Jiang Che's consciousness became tiny and insignificant as it was divided into countless dark forests, and then was washed away and disappeared.

This is the backlash of swallowing too quickly.

"He already possesses the qualities to become a god. His obsession is deeper than ours."

These are the words left behind by the dark mother plant who came to Dingning to beg for mercy.

Such spirit already has the characteristics of reaching the summit.

Now, Jiang Che has already devoured a lot. If other lords or dark mother plants want to devour him in return, they will suffer backlash.

Ding Ning hugged Jiang Che. Now his body had no body temperature at all. The constant body temperature of humans had been lost in him.

She would talk to Jiang Che every day, but he never responded.

She sat quietly under the tree roots, leaning her head against the trunk.

Jiang Che has never stopped devouring, but now, his consciousness is spreading and he doesn't know what he is doing. Everything he does now is based on instinct.

He could see Ding Ning sitting next to him, but he couldn't do anything.

There is even no way to stimulate joy.

Countless consciousnesses are scattered in countless forests, and it is impossible to mobilize them in a single thought.

The feeling of joy disappeared before it even had a chance to arise.

Jiang Che's mental state stabilized, but the price was that he lost his different emotions and various desires, and he couldn't even resist.

He could only rely on his instinct and obsession to continue with the next action.

His obsession is to eliminate all threatening enemies and maintain peace.

Leng Feng looked at Ding Ning leaning against the tree roots and walked over reluctantly.

He and Jiang Che started devouring at the same time. When he was fighting in the copy, Jiang Che had already begun to lose himself.

At this time, there were not many enemies standing in the way of the two becoming gods. Those lords who were cautiously hiding counted as one, and Jiang Che and Leng Feng counted as one each. Ding Ning still leaned against the tree roots, and she looked at Leng Feng not far away.

Leng Feng's body is becoming more and more strange now, and it is growing again after being broken and shattered.

In addition to the body that had swelled to the point of being deformed, Leng Feng now had a huge backpack behind him.

This backpack was like a cyst inside the body, with countless faces on it, crowded together in pain and hideous looks.

"I always thought that I brought him out of that mental hospital and that I could redeem him." Ding Ning spoke softly, her fingers gently stroking the tree trunk beside her.

Behind the tree roots where she often sat, branches grew and a small space appeared, which seemed to be specially made for Dingning.

On one side you can see swings and rocking chairs made from tree branches.

Ding Ning also knew that Jiang Che was not unconscious.

It’s just that consciousness is too complex now and it drives very slowly.

But even so, this place feels like a small home.

Although furniture seats and swing cradles have not really evolved, they have their prototypes.

The consciousness drives the branches slowly, but it gradually commands them to grow into the shape they want.

Unlike the small building in Jiang Che’s copy, this seems to be the home that Jiang Che built himself.

"Isn't this condition very similar to that of a mentally ill person who has taken a large dose of sedatives?" Ding Ning looked at Leng Feng sideways.

She came here after she learned that the dark mother plant had completely disappeared.

Because she knew that the larger and more diffuse the consciousness was, the more it needed an anchor point.

This will become the cornerstone of Jiang Che's heart, guiding him and providing him with a sense of security and belonging.

And now, the evolution here is very successful, and she is very happy that Jiang Che is also working hard to regain his consciousness.

Ding Ning looked at the people coming. Leng Feng and Jiang Che did not take the same road.

But cold fronts also have their own anchors.

The backpack behind him and the countless faces on the backpack are all his obsessions.

He was looking forward to the day when he would become a god and be able to resurrect his subordinates.

He was waiting, and he believed that they were also waiting for him.

"Yes, he should be very familiar with this state. This is how mentally ill people are controlled." Leng Feng nodded.

"This must be painful and tiring." Ding Ning whispered.

"Probably not. I'm used to it." Leng Feng shook his head.

Ding Ning was a little dazed. Yes, he was used to it.

But the word "get used to" was, in her opinion, a very painful word.

"Get out of the way." Leng Feng looked at the instructions in front of him quietly, without any emotion in his eyes.

"If he wants to become a god, he must kill me, and if I want to become a god, I must kill him." Leng Feng said indifferently.

That day, he went to Ren Fengxiang's copy and looked for the brother and sister.

He wanted to know whether it was Cao Ai who turned into blood foam that day.

When he saw Cao Yong, he fell silent.

He personally ended Cao Yong's life, and now Cao Yong has turned into one of the hideous faces on the cyst on his back.

So is his sister. (End of this chapter)