Although Tan Cai'er knew Meng Zhao would never harm her in the slightest, faced with such a bizarre and sinister scene, she still felt a hidden unease in her heart.
Meng Zhao had no idea what Tan Cai'er was thinking at that moment. He instead exerted himself to the utmost, using an incomparably exquisite method to manipulate the Mind-Reading Power he had cultivated through the Mind-Reading Great Law. He poured it into the man's Niwan Palace between his brows, exhausting every means to scour the memories and information stored in the man's mind.
Mind-Reading Power was exceedingly wondrous. It contained not the slightest trace of true qi and had nothing whatsoever to do with Worldly Power or the qi of heaven and earth.
It was a peculiar power born from the transcendental qualitative transformation of a person's spirit. It had form but no substance. Its form was the radiance blooming from Meng Zhao's eyes; yet without substance, it could illuminate the netherworld, pierce the vault of heaven, and do anything without hindrance. Such was the appearance of what had substance yet could not act, while what lacked substance could act.
Meng Zhao knew little about Mind-Reading Power. For now, he was still at the stage of knowing that it worked but not why it worked. Yet its marvels were already plain enough to glimpse.
Human memories were likewise illusory and unfathomable things, yet they could be explored and plundered through Mind-Reading Power, revealing a portion of their mysteries.
From the moment of birth, a person saw and heard countless things throughout life. Every moment, different information was transmitted into the mind. Yet in the end, only a tiny fraction could be remembered, for most of it was useless information. Even if it was useful, unless one possessed a superbrain with