Yan Bubu had never seen such a spiritual realm before, not even when Feng Chen was in a trance state.
He turned his head and tried to look for the dozen or so spiritual threads that he treated as treasures, but where could he find them
There were fragments of different sizes floating in the air, like grayish-white meteorites. Yan Bubu grabbed a fragment that floated in front of him and saw that one side was covered with a thin layer of ice and snow.
His spiritual tentacles brushed against the layer of ice and snow, and they immediately turned into a few crystal drops of water, hanging tremblingly in the air. Then, as if unable to withstand the heat of the magma, they evaporated and disappeared into the void.
Yan Bubu knew what these fragments were.
That is the spiritual core of Feng Chen's spiritual realm, the place he has never been to, and the core and pillar that supports this entire spiritual realm.
He often looked inside through the frosted glass-like inner core, wondering what that white area was.
It turned out to be a pure world covered with snow.
He looked at the ice and snow fragments floating in the sky and suddenly remembered a sentence he had copied in his notebook.
"When the Sentinel's spiritual realm completely collapses, the Sentinel's chaotic perception will be manifested in the spiritual realm in a concrete way."
Before the exam, Yan Bubu memorized the contents of his notebook under Feng Chen's urging. Although he did not understand the sentence at the time, he remembered it firmly through mechanical repetition.
He finally understood now. Feng Chen's spiritual realm was collapsing, and his spiritual core had also fallen apart, scattered into fragments, and was gradually disappearing. When this disappearance process was over, Feng Chen would fall into an eternal coma and would never wake up again.
When Yan Bubu realized this, he was immediately gripped by extreme panic. He looked at the floating core fragments in panic, with only one thought in his mind: catch them all and don't let them disappear...
He extended his spiritual tentacles, trying to reach the nearest piece of debris, but the moment he flew out, he felt a scorching air wave rising from below.
Although this is just a concrete form of Feng Chen's chaotic perception, Yan Bubu's mental power is in it and he can also feel the sense of reality that the magma brings to him.
He could feel the scorching temperature below, the rolling magma splashing up from time to time, and the burning mental tentacles were painful. He didn't dare to imagine what Feng Chen felt at this moment, and what kind of pain he was suffering.
Yan Bubu grabbed the fragment closest to him and rushed to the other one. After grabbing both pieces in his hands, he tried to put them together. But the two fragments turned into water droplets in his eyes, evaporated into water vapor in an instant, and disappeared completely.
Yan Bubu grabbed the fragments again and again, trying in vain to piece them together, and then watched them gradually disappear.
He turned his head and looked around, and saw that the debris floating in the sky was gradually vaporizing and turning into wisps of white smoke that dissipated.
He felt unprecedented despair in his heart, but now he was just a mental force that could do nothing and could not even shed tears.
What should I do, what should I do...
Yan Bubu forced himself to calm down and began to think of countermeasures. He decided to find the dozen or so spiritual threads first.