The True Mastermind
The mastermind behind the scenes attacked!
He Ping immediately felt an unprecedented pressure.
That black hand existed neither in reality nor as some illusory construct. It twisted the real and the unreal alike, reaching down in an all-encompassing grasp.
This black hand possessed neither good nor evil, neither morality nor justice. It was not unbright, nor could it be called wicked—it was simply a pure force that blotted out the sky and covered the sun, as though it were driving the vast current of history, propelling the development of all things from the depths of time.
Even one as powerful as He Ping found his perceptions thrown into chaos, hazy and indistinct. A trace of distortion arose in the deepest recesses of his consciousness. This was the power of the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Impressive!"
Though He Ping did not feel fear in his heart, he was deeply wary. His instincts told him that this was an unimaginable force, one that seemed capable of overturning heaven and earth, fate, the future, the past—all the inertia of everything could be interfered with by it.
This was the invisible great hand within the workings of the world.
This power was truly terrifying. Even if he unleashed moves like "Rafting the Sea, Roaming the World" again, he would be unable to withstand it. To put it plainly, this was not even a move, but something closer to a state of mind—a force that shook the soul.
At this moment, he could sense that the instant this black hand appeared, it could completely cover the faint undying light of spiritual nature within this incarnation.
Once struck, he would lose control of this thought incarnation and be completely sealed away. Even the secret of the power of the Second Heavenly Dao would