The fluctuation of consciousness was so intense that Feng Jun's mind felt like a storm was raging within, and his face instantly turned ashen.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, Feng Jun tightened his grip on his breath, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Is this a sign of soul possession?"
"Hold on," the thought reacted swiftly, no longer feeling half-dead and sinister, and its emotions calmed significantly, "I'm a bit surprised... please hold on a moment."
This wait lasted about five or six seconds, with the consciousness of the thought still slightly fluctuating, evidently indicating its emotions were still unstable. Then, it sent a mental message, "This thing, it was obtained from another dimension, right?"
"Yes," Feng Jun responded very confidently, "It seems, senior, you've already recognized what this is."
The thought ignored his latter words and continued to ask, "Then this... what is it called?"
