Zhang Ming focused, activating multiple abilities, including "Toxin Resistance" and "Diamond." He checked his body over and over, but still found nothing.
"Is this mental mark really so well hidden that even I can't find it...?"
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and spend 33 Attribute Points to activate the "Dream Entry Technique."
A vague illusion rose from the depths of his mind. Zhang Ming seemed to become the "Faceless One," immersed in that ocean of information.
Countless people's whispers, thoughts, and pheromones formed an even more absurd world of information. Through a method called "Mapping," he could remotely control other living beings' dreams with his mind.
This ability was actually quite complex. Using it well would require a long period of study.
Zhang Ming could not help frowning. "Could there be more to this Faceless One's origins? How could it have an ability like this?"
"Normally, only something with considerable intelligence and reason could manipulate dreams..."
But he had no time to study it now.
With his brow tightly furrowed, he activated the "Dream Entry Technique."
With the help of an ability from the same source, he searched for ages before finally finding an utterly inconspicuous mental mark.
"No wonder I couldn't find it at first... it's actually this tiny!"
Zhang Ming carefully examined the mental mark.
It was composed of pure "Spirit," only the size of a cell, and kept moving with his circulating blood.
Disguised as ordinary "Spirit," it was constantly dissipating. Barring any surprises, it would last about a week.
It was not toxic at all and caused no harm to the human body. It was not even very different from the "Spirit" drifting freely between heaven and earth.
"Mr. Zhang, how are things on your end?"
"I ate its hand, and