After finishing this, Li Chen remained in hiding, waiting for those mysterious figures to attack again.
In broad daylight, beneath the clear heavens, he stood in the open space before the Li Residence and cast a spell. An invisible ripple spread outward, and the Memory Meme, transformed through spirit-particle conversion, unfolded into a special thought program, turning those ordinary people into his puppets.
Li Chen did not interfere with their normal lives, but used their brain cells and conscious thought to create an enormous mind network.
Everyone infected with the Primordial Spirit Virus became his Trojan horse. Their minds were linked, and everything they saw and heard became as vivid to him as firsthand experience.
Like an inner demon, Li Chen's divine sense soon spread into every corner for several miles around. Wherever there were people, he had eyes and ears.
It even gradually spread to the surrounding villages and towns.
Those people did not keep him waiting long. They soon assembled another force and came to attack.
But before they even entered the city, while merely resting at a ruined temple east of town, they were detected by the measures Li Chen had put in place.
With a faint smile on his face, Li Chen boarded a carriage leaving the city and leisurely made his way over.
At that moment, inside the ruined temple, a dozen or so outsiders dressed as traveling merchants were gathered around a fire in the open courtyard, some sitting, others standing.
Although they looked like humble country folk, every one of them had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with a tough, formidable bearing that marked them as men not to be trifled with. On the slope outside, several more crouched unseen in secluded shadows, their piercing eyes watching the mountain paths leading