"I know it's you!"
Han Tong's words split the heavens like a shattering stone, exposing Li Chen's identity in an instant.
Silence answered him. No one emerged from the void, nor did anyone reply.
Han Tong's expression remained as still as an ancient well, as though he had expected this outcome all along. He continued, "You were the one who attacked Youxuan, weren't you? As I said before, only a handful of people in the Myriad Heavens could accomplish such a thing, and you are among them."
Still, there was only silence.
Han Tong's expression shifted slightly. At last, a trace of uncertainty arose, and he turned away.
Suddenly, a palm-sized sheet of yellow paper slipped from between his fingers and ignited without a flame.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Li Chen's avatar stood within a deep-layer law domain inside imaginary number space, almost close enough to touch Han Tong.
Even so, none of the divine abilities, spells, Spirit Awareness Arrays, or instincts Han Tong could bring to bear could detect his presence. Li Chen could already control his mechanical mind Dao Fruit perfectly, without leaking the slightest mental power even when he acted.
Any opponent would, at the very least, need seeing one's nature and illuminating the mind, or a clear and bright mindscape capable of spirit's flash, to notice anything when danger descended upon them.
Yet ordinary cultivators could also have their brainwaves influenced by Li Chen's mental power, their memories and perceptions altered, rendering even such a Dao Fruit ineffective.
Li Chen had even made improvements specifically aimed at things such as the True-Sight Talisman and the Eye of Truth, which had once been able to counter the Mysterious Nonbeing Art, making his magic power's suppressive effect on low-rank cultivators even stronger.
All of this was intended to