Dead Silence looked at him, a smile appearing on his face. "You really are cunning."
"Using these false plans to conceal the real one."
Li Qing's Future Body projection looked at Dead Silence and smiled faintly. "If I weren't cunning, I'd have been devoured long ago, bones and all."
"Next, I need to prepare a suitable trap."
"Fellow Daoist, wait for my message at any time. You must be the one to deliver this fatal blow."
Dead Silence's gaze flickered. "Agreed!"
The will of Li Qing's Future Body projection vanished from this place, and Dead Silence's face took on a contemplative look.
"Heh, once I have the coordinates, I won't need to hold back anymore."
A cold light filled his eyes—an intent devoid of all emotion, containing only pure destruction, as though it wished to devour everything.
Within the palace where Heaven and the Enemy of Heaven resided, the two sat facing one another.
"What do you think of Li Qing's plan?" Heaven slowly asked the Enemy of Heaven.
The Enemy of Heaven frowned deeply. His manifested form was that of a Daoist in black robes, his features ancient and strange, carrying an air of authority without anger.
His fingers lightly tapped against his knee. "Li Qing is not to be underestimated. Of what he says, nine parts are true and one part false."
"The destruction of the universe is likely true, because that image contained reality."
"That kind of reality cannot be fabricated."
"Therefore, the universe will certainly be destroyed ten thousand years from now."
"According to my analysis, all the other details are true, but one thing must be false."
"That is the matter of the twenty-four slots."
"I suspect he intends to steady all the Concept Logic powerhouses and have them work together toward this plan."
"People