Chen Lin's brow twitched slightly.
Ling Yuling had briefly mentioned the intelligence on the Mirror Universe.
Hearing it now from a frontline commander made it far more tangible.
"If you encounter an identical version of yourself on the other side, how do you break the deadlock?" Chen Lin asked directly.
Wang Teng glanced at Chen Lin and lowered his voice. "You can't. When combat strength is perfectly balanced, it comes down to who's more ruthless and who has more trump cards. Your True Immortal sword intent can kill Earth Immortals instantly, but in the actual Combat Zone, once you reveal it, the other side will immediately use its law fluctuations to devise armor specifically to counter it. A trump card can only be used once."
Chen Lin nodded slightly. The brutal mechanisms of the Myriad Worlds Battlefield left no room for luck.
The two talked for over two hours, covering everything from the distribution of the theater command's defensive lines to where heavenly treasures could be found. Chen Lin rarely spoke, asking questions only at crucial points.
Watching the Heavenly Immortal talk himself hoarse, Chen Lin grumbled inwardly. Instead of keeping a close eye on the supplies, a logistics commander had spent a full two hours chatting with him. The man's desire to invest in him was practically written across his face.
Deciding the moment was right, Wang Teng changed the subject.
"Brother Chen, you've reached this level at three hundred. Your immortal ascension tribulation is just around the corner. When I faced mine, I barely escaped with my life. Here, this is for you."
Wang Teng turned his wrist.
A square box of cold jade appeared in his palm. Intricate spirit-sealing array patterns covered its surface, with faint flashes of lightning shimmering within them.
He pushed the jade box