Chen Chuan remained on guard at all times, even without any warning.
He had not forgotten that aside from Yuan Congye and the others, several people from the Old Imperial Household had yet to reveal themselves. Thus, when he saw that wisp of light, he did not act carelessly. Without hesitation, he summoned his Second Self.
After entering the range of his Field Space, the ray of light swiftly followed its source and slammed into him, then burst into a cloud of scattered luminous mist that enveloped him.
It felt like surging waves crashing against an immovable reef before washing over it from above.
He could clearly sense an extraordinarily powerful torrent of mental energy rapidly flowing back and forth outside him, as if trying to find a gap through which it could enter his Field Space and mind.
Yet it failed to do so. Both his mind and Field Space were seamless and perfectly rounded, leaving the cloud of mist to hover outside him the entire time.
Nor did his Second Self show any signs of fading into insubstantiality. It seemed this thing possessed little corrosive power.
He did not drive it away, because he felt that doing nothing was better than doing anything at this moment.
His judgment proved accurate. After roughly several breaths, the mist seemed to lose its source and began thinning out. It gradually dissipated until it vanished completely.
Once he confirmed that it had truly dispersed without a trace, he considered it. The mental power contained within the mist had been astonishing, and it also carried an intense obsession.
However, the power within seemed to require a specific target and point of focus to activate. For some unknown reason, the direction it had been aimed in—or rather, its intended target—had deviated from its original