Erasing Hongjun's Divine Sense

In the center of the great hall, Zhou Ming held that wisp of Divine Sense in his palm. Vast spiritual power poured forth, seeping into the remaining core of Hongjun's consciousness.

One layer.

Two layers.

Three layers.

His Divine Sense peeled away every defense surrounding this remnant of Hongjun's consciousness, layer by layer, unhurried and unflustered.

This wisp of Divine Sense was exceedingly weak, almost incapable of putting up any resistance.

Yet Zhou Ming did not relax in the slightest.

The more harmless something appeared, the more likely it was to conceal a hidden move.

He understood that better than anyone.

Especially since his opponent was Hongjun.

An old monster capable of plotting against the Heavenly Dao, Fate, and Karma all at once.

Even if it was merely a wisp of his residual consciousness, Zhou Ming could not afford to let down his guard.

His Divine Sense continued to delve deeper.

Fragments of memory within Hongjun's remnant consciousness surfaced one after another in Zhou Ming's perception.

The details of his struggle against the Heavenly Dao.

Fate and Karma's betrayal.

The moment the Heavenly Dao reached perfection.

All the information perfectly matched what Hongjun had just told him.

There was nothing more, nothing less.

He probed still deeper into the Divine Sense.

What he wanted to see was not these "facts" he had already been told.

What he sought was Hongjun's true contingency plan.

The trump card that had allowed him to leave behind a wisp of Divine Sense and calmly make arrangements here even after his True Body had been Devoured.

Yet there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Zhou Ming combed through this remnant consciousness three times, confirming that he had searched every corner without overlooking anything.

It was spotless.

There truly was nothing left within this wisp of Divine Sense.