Grin
Weeks passed.
Ever since Liam 'jacked' his mind into the Zeniths and peered at its contents through the King's Eye, he'd learned several things about the sea of consciousness.
Every little iridescent 'scale' was an integral piece of the cultivator's mind.
From what Liam deduced, they stored important 'data', like little storage devices capable of absorbing massive amounts of info.
Memories, the subconscious and consciousness, feelings, emotions, senses and more.
The tiny scales included all of these aspects.
And there were several million of these tiny scales in each mental sphere.
Not to mention, with each Rank, they grew higher in number and infinitely more complex.
For a Zenith, this was especially true, since their minds were layered with complexity.
Liam's goal was fairly simple.
To chip away these little scales until there were none left.