Under the impact of that violent force, the Myriad Treasure Tower shone with a hazy radiance.
Immortal-level power swept through the tower like a tide.
Every corner was scanned by Sun Tzu's logic and power.
If they found the slightest trace of Li Qing, that tidal force would surge in and engulf him.
At that moment, a wisp of Li Qing's Primordial Spirit merged into his spiritual body!
His spiritual body, in turn, merged into the patterns of the Logic Artifact that were refining the Myriad Treasure Tower.
Feeling the power surge around him, Li Qing sneered inwardly.
Within his Primordial Spirit, the seed of the Principle of Civilization—the sliver of conceptual essence he had condensed—released a dreamlike ripple.
The ripple spread swiftly along the power of the Principle of Civilization, through his Primordial Spirit, and then through his spiritual body.
Finally, it spread into the patterns of the Logic Artifact.
Those patterns had long since become one with the Myriad Treasure Tower's logic.
As that mysterious, hazy ripple enveloped them, the patterns of the Logic Artifact—and even the logic of the entire Myriad Treasure Tower—grew indistinct.
They entered a mysterious state, as though they both existed and did not!
Yet nothing changed on the surface. Only their essence had come under some mysterious influence.
Sun Tzu's logic and power scanned the tower relentlessly, but he could not find a single unusual force within it.
The Myriad Treasure Tower's logic was utterly empty, and his power filled it with ease.
The entire tower blazed under his power, ready to unleash its logic at any moment.
But Sun Tzu felt no joy. Instead, his expression turned grave.
Finding nothing meant he had no way to seize the contingency Li Qing had left behind.
And without seizing that contingency, he could not