So, we'd have to settle things with a fight after all.
Without this kind of development, everyone would look like a bunch of hypocritical windbags. That would put a false end to this magnificent expedition, and that wouldn't do at all.
This was a chapter in history, after all.
That was all well and good, but how could it be easy to fight the strongest psychic in the known universe, and the strongest psychic of the past two centuries?
Yu Lian could feel his mind sinking deeper and deeper, though not toward oblivion. Instead, it was reconnecting with some vast, towering will.
He could also vaguely see a colossal divine statue that blotted out the entire universe. Within the limits of his vision, it raised a hand and pressed down on him, as though squashing a mosquito.
Some kind of Mosquito Heavenly Emperor and Great Heavenly Creation Palm.
But in truth, he was even smaller than a mosquito.
He couldn't feel any surge of energy or the turbulence of shock waves. All he could perceive was the blinding light that dominated his vision.
Yet in that instant, Yu Lian felt his mind nearing its breaking point. The bastion of will that constantly guarded the source of his soul and consciousness had already activated, but it groaned under the strain like a castle besieged by a million troops.
The slightest gap in that sturdy wall of will was enough to make Yu Lian feel pain.
He felt as though he'd been thrown into the heart of a star again, enduring pressure and searing heat beyond the power of words to describe.
But even in that moment, he had no conscious desire to fight back. His thoughts were like something cast into a void at absolute zero.
The emperor had indeed lost