Heaven and earth knew no count of passing years; one falling leaf foretold autumn across the world.
With Shen Yun's meticulous mind, how could he let the other party run rampant before everyone?
The puppet had only managed to strike Wanjie because Shen Yun had held back, intending to test what was real and what was false. That test had indeed revealed a clue.
"He's that God Lord?!"
Every great figure present blanched. Having witnessed how terrifying this man was, they finally understood that Shen Yun had not exaggerated. If anything, he had held something back.
He had repelled the Myriad Tribulations Immortal King head-on while controlling nothing more than a puppet, and while reduced to a Remnant Soul. What would happen if his true body descended?
"As I thought, you can command the power of the Cosmic Origin too!"
The God Lord's spiritual will spoke coldly. He had not admitted it outright, but his identity was plain.
"As you thought?"
Shen Yun's eyes flashed like thunder in the long night. He had caught an astonishing clue in those words.
Not long ago, he had borrowed the power of the Cosmic Origin to slay all six Ancestor Gods, with Immortal King Taisu witnessing the entire process.
So he apparently can't perceive the outside world through his puppets... No, I still have to be careful. This could be smoke he's deliberately thrown up.
Thoughts raced through Shen Yun's mind, but his expression remained unchanged. He probed, "What's this? Three of your subordinates die, and you come to settle the score?"
The God Lord merely gave a noncommittal snort. A glint of satisfaction crossed his eyes.
Just as Shen Yun had surmised, he truly could not track his puppets' movements. He could only tamper with their minds, much like brainwashing them.
*Meng