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"Cha!"
Yi Chen's gaze slowly shifted along the path ahead, detecting the activation of supernatural powers. He saw a silver-white thread that appeared intermittently across the terrain in front of him, encasing the entire area he was in with an irregular pattern.
Within and beyond the line, it was as though there were two completely different worlds.
"Fuck, it's the spatial Dao."
By now, Yi Chen was no novice. His heart tightened at this strange phenomenon, knowing full well that he had fallen into a trap.
He cursed inwardly but maintained a composed exterior and called out loudly, "Which senior is jesting with Li San? If I have offended you, Li San offers apologies."
As soon as he spoke, the space suddenly twisted, and a towering monk clad in a fiery red kasaya, robust like a stupa, slowly appeared.
A crystal on his forehead, resembling an eye, was emitting a strange light.
A feeling of being seen through surged in Yi Chen's heart.
