Lan Mu immediately set his sights on the Proxy.
If the Proxy knew that method, he only needed to find a way to learn it. But that was still impossible.
Deep within his mind, Lan Mu spoke with Qing Feng, who shared his memories and whose intelligence had also been enhanced.
"You heard him, right? He said he knew..."
Qing Feng said, "Master, he cannot possibly tell you. It is very likely a misdirection."
Lan Mu was no fool. The moment he heard it was a misdirection, he immediately came to his senses.
"I understand. He deliberately wants me to place my hopes on him. That is a dead end. Naturally, he is confident that I will never learn what method he has in mind. More likely, he does not know himself and only said it on purpose."
The Proxy would never help Lan Mu. Everything he told Lan Mu was of no help toward Lan Mu's victory.
Take the Doom Pyramid, for example. The Proxy said that the pyramid had created 001. If Lan Mu spent his precious time thinking about how to make use of the pyramid, he would be walking straight into a dead end.
The Proxy's answer just now, that he knew, had in fact created two possibilities. One was for Lan Mu to be misled into thinking about how to read the Proxy's mind. The other was naturally to seek another solution.
If Lan Mu chose not to consider it and instead pinned his hopes on the Proxy, he would be handing over the initiative.
"The initiative... Right, the initiative!"
It was as if Lan Mu had realized something.
Qing Feng asked, "Master, what have you thought of?"
"The information he provides is all meant to lead me down the wrong path. It may seem