Under Nameless's careful arrangements, Mosquito Daoist spent the next ten months in constant dread, plagued by ominous thoughts every few minutes.
Yet Mosquito Daoist himself became numb first. After all, none of those ominous thoughts had come true for him personally. He did not even realize they were bad thoughts, completely immersed in fear.
Every False Nameless born from Mosquito Daoist's negative thoughts was captured by Nameless one by one. As Nameless stacked more and more Myriad Laws Shells, one or two False Namelesses could no longer affect reality at all. The moment they appeared, Nameless instantly controlled them.
But the lack of activity was even more terrifying, leaving Mosquito Daoist constantly on the brink of mental collapse without quite snapping.
In just ten months, Mosquito Daoist had become haggard and emaciated, little more than skin and bones. The pressure on his mind weighed heavily upon his soul and showed on his body as well.
Many spectators doubted whether Mosquito Daoist could survive the final month.
At this moment, Mosquito Daoist was hiding in an underground ruin. It appeared to be an ancient tomb, and he hid within one of its burial chambers, his body suddenly twitching from time to time.
It was not that he wanted to twitch. Nameless's divine sense would sweep past him every so often.
Fortunately, he cultivated a Breath-Concealing Technique. Relying on it, Nameless had never discovered his presence. Perhaps, in Nameless's scans, he was merely a corpse in the burial chamber.
"Come out, Mosquito Daoist. I've found you."
Mosquito Daoist knew very well that Nameless had not found him at all. Nameless had said such things countless times. Though each time he worried that Nameless might suddenly appear, nothing ever happened.
Clearly, it was merely intimidation and nothing to fear.
He did not know