He Ping had calculated and calculated, yet he had still missed one divination.
He had still underestimated the power of the first Emperor You. The demonic seed transformed from the Stealing Heaven Puppet placed within Heart-Returning Prison had ultimately been sensed by the Emperor You.
Boom!
A vast and boundless tide of thought used the demonic seed itself to lock onto He Ping's hiding place, crashing through space toward him.
It was an immense, boundless divine power. Before it had even struck, He Ping already felt tremendous pressure.
In an instant, He Ping felt his heart, consciousness, and spirit being devoured by a force. His Primordial Spirit itself sensed an immense darkness descending over his mental awareness.
This was merely the absolute oppressive sensation brought by the Emperor You's enormous tide of thought, not any tangible attack, nor did it possess any real destructive force. Even so, such an assault was difficult for even a Manifestation God-level expert to withstand. It crushed He Ping until he could barely breathe. In other words, the Emperor You could defeat a Manifestation God expert through the surging force of his thoughts alone.
Crash!
In the span of a breath, the void shattered, the earth sank flat, and heaven and earth turned utterly black. Dark mist spread everywhere, swallowing every trace of light until one could not see their fingers before their face.
Of course, this was not a change in the outside world. It was merely an eerie transformation occurring at the root of his mind, affected by the Emperor You's tide of thought.
Realizing things were amiss, He Ping immediately let out a long chant.
"Above Cold Mountain's peak, the moon-wheel hangs alone, / Shining on clear skies, where not a single thing is known..."
To resist the Emperor You's vast tide