As Han Dong slid out along the neural pathways.
A majestic sound like a fierce tsunami crashed into the depths of his consciousness. Though the pressure was immense, it instantly dispelled any drowsiness.
Han Dong also wore a smile, knowing well that he had come to the right place.
"Greetings, my lord."
Han Dong's body was completely pressed to the ground, expressing piety while quietly observing the [Main Brain Area].
The ground's texture lay between soft flesh and seawater; without any measures, the body would slowly sink downward.
Han Dong immediately activated the "Floating Corpse Inner Canon" to balance buoyancy and gravity.
The hues of this fleshy texture constantly shifted between light and dark blue,
with nerve pathways of various diameters ranging from 3m to 50m crisscrossing here,
perhaps fewer deep-sea divers than the fingers on a human hand have ever reached this place throughout ancient times.
