At the center of the great hall, Zhou Ming held that wisp of Divine Thought in his palm. Vast Divine Thought power poured out, seeping toward the core of Hongjun's lingering consciousness.
One layer.
Two layers.
Three layers.
His Divine Thought peeled away every defense around this remnant thought of Hongjun's, layer by layer, neither rushed nor impatient.
The power of this wisp of Divine Thought was extremely weak, with almost no ability to resist at all.
But Zhou Ming still did not relax in the slightest.
The more harmless something seemed, the more likely it was hiding a fallback move.
He understood that principle better than anyone.
Moreover, the one across from him was Hongjun.
An old monster capable of scheming the Heavenly Dao, Destiny, and Karma, all three forces, into his game at the same time.
Even if it was only a wisp of his remnant thought, he absolutely could not treat it lightly.
His Divine Thought continued deeper.
Fragments of memory within Hongjun's remnant thought surfaced one by one in Zhou Ming's perception.
The details of his struggle against the Heavenly Dao.
The backstabbing from Destiny and Karma.
The moment the Heavenly Dao reached perfection.
All the information was completely consistent with what Hongjun had just said.
Nothing added, nothing missing.
He continued probing toward the deeper reaches of the Divine Thought.
What he wanted to see was not these "facts" he had already been told.
What he was looking for was Hongjun's true fallback.
The trump card that had allowed his main body to be devoured, yet still let him leave behind a wisp of Divine Thought and calmly lay out his plans here.
And yet, there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Zhou Ming combed through this remnant thought three times with his Divine Thought, confirming