Li Yan suspected that the splitting headache when he awoke had been caused by the Divine Sense imprint he had left on his spatial ring being forcibly erased.
That was why his sea of consciousness had suffered another degree of backlash.
It should have been that so-called warden here!
Li Yan judged inwardly. Although he had lost his Divine Sense, he had weathered countless storms.
When Fan Nan had appeared, he had stood nearby and attacked him. Based solely on his senses and the precision with which the other controlled his magic treasure,
Li Yan could tell that the other's cultivation realm was likely that of a Nether King ghost. The warden above a jailer like Fan Nan was surely beyond that realm.
Fortunately, Li Yan had always left no stone unturned and overlooked no detail. Even the Divine Sense imprint he had left on his storage and spirit-storage spatial treasures possessed only the strength of an ordinary early-stage Void Refinement cultivator.
That was why the other party had not discovered more of his secrets. Otherwise, they would have suspected that Li Yan possessed a secret art for cultivating Divine Sense.
He did not know how tempting a Divine Sense secret art would be to Netherworld ghosts, but in the Immortal-Spirit Realm, they would not hesitate to use Soul Search even if it meant Li Yan's death.
Li Yan could not guess whether there were other ghosts between Fan Nan and the warden.
Of the so-called eighteen levels of hell, he had no idea how many Nether Emperors, Nether Sovereigns, Nether Kings, ghost officials, or rakshasas this level contained.
With Li Yan's current strength, he would encounter trouble even facing a larger number of rakshasas. He had no treasures he could use.
Most of his belongings were still stored inside