Lu Chen's gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared fixedly at the rock wall beside Bai Ye.
On the rock wall, an invisible silver spatial symbol gleamed brightly.
"Spatial Imprint!!"
"When was that put there!?"
A tidal wave of shock surged through him. There was actually a Spatial Imprint inside the cave where he lived.
Yet he was absolutely certain that no one had come here from beginning to end. Where had that Spatial Imprint come from?
Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat surprised. A hundred years had passed, and old Lu Chen really had improved. He had actually recognized a Spatial Imprint.
Sure enough, age bred cunning. If he let him live another hundred years, who knew what he would become?
Better to strike first!
Time Stop--!!
Buzz!
Mysterious temporal fluctuations covered the entire world, instantly freezing the astonishment on Lu Chen's face.
To conserve his already limited time, Bai Ye moved like a hare, darting in front of Lu Chen.
His palm, clad in a black leather glove, plunged viciously into Lu Chen's chest.
Hand it over!
He had stolen Lu Chen's [Mind Nexus] once a hundred years ago. After a century, the [Mind Nexus] had surely become even stronger.
Otherwise, Lu Chen could never have become one of the founders of the East Continent Federation and established the Mechanical God Cult.
The instant his hand entered, surprise flashed through Bai Ye's eyes. Something was wrong!
The feeling was wrong!
[Law-Stealing Hand] could touch the soul and thereby steal Transcendent abilities. But souls were stored within the physical body, so there was always some sensation when passing through one.
It was like passing your hand through air versus passing it through water. The sensations were completely different.
But now, he could not feel the texture of a physical