It was the same Daoist art, but this time it left even fewer traces... The two Administration Bureau agents guarding the door did not even realize they had been affected by the Daoist art before losing consciousness and sliding down the wall.
Mo Mo came to the door bearing a strip of sealing paper.
He did not push it open directly. He merely placed his palm against the door.
He could clearly sense the intense hatred inside the room... He had once feared this hatred. Not only had he stopped moving forward, he had even retreated.
Mo Mo took a deep breath. With a pull of his palm, the sealing paper came off easily... His cultivation had not improved in the slightest. The two reincarnations had only brought about a change in his state of mind.
But as Senior Luo put it, everything had been deduced from the existing foundation... Mo Mo did not think this was an illusion. Calling it an illusion seemed to make Senior Luo's methods sound far too crude.
He and Ye Fei had experienced fifteen years together. In those fifteen years, the people they met, the things they encountered, and the development of the entire world had unfolded step by step... It was absolutely not something any illusion could construct.
This was a method that had surpassed the limits of illusion. Having once entered the Dao Seeking Realm during reincarnation, he understood this clearly... This was a genuine Great Divine Ability.
Thirty years of lifespan—even if it had only bought him the chance to experience such a Great Divine Ability once, it had been absolutely worth it. That was the only way he could think of it.
With the sealing paper removed, Mo Mo pushed the door open. A powerful gust immediately rushed at him,