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In the void of the Dark Plane.
Within the terrifyingly silent, ink-black Dimensional Mist, Chaotic Baleful Entities wandered, their bodies twisted into all manner of shapes.
Yin Ming used his innate ability, Myriad Transformations, to conceal his form, blending his aura into the Dark Plane.
Traces, concealing traces, concealing the traces of concealing traces...
Once a trace had been hidden within a mote of dust, there was nothing more that could be done, for annihilating that mote would also leave a trace. Existence and traces gave rise to one another and persisted together.
The Divine Sense of his primordial spirit, which refined the false into the real, wielded power too feeble to stir even a grain of sand. Yet through non-supernatural means, it manipulated dark energy to annihilate the final concealed traces left by Myriad Transformations.
The traces still existed. They had merely shifted from the supernatural level to another level, where no known method could track them.
Abilities!!
Weakness had never been the problem.
Possessing what others lacked, turning the impossible into the possible-that was an absolute, overwhelming advantage.
Even supernatural abilities as utterly useless as night vision or seeing through objects, once they transcended the mundane world...
Could serve as the foundation for a perfect crime, killing without a trace, knowing what others did not, and easily securing a lofty position.
Terror arose from the unknown. Even Seventh-Ring Tier powerhouses were deeply wary of unknown powers and unwilling to touch them.
At this moment, everything in this stretch of the Dark Plane's void seemed perfectly natural.
A hideous, many-headed Chaotic Baleful Entity with a beast's body drifted right past Yin Ming, sensing nothing unusual.
In theory, until the ability of Divine Sense to interfere with the physical world was deciphered, he would truly leave no traces so