Inside the sea of consciousness, Xiao Ning sat cross-legged atop a platform of obsidian light. His Divine Sense flowed gently around the dark silhouette of the Asura Avatar, inspecting it inch by inch.
No matter what method he used—whether it was soul imprint tracing, karmic thread inspection, or even his specialized Yin-Yang origin sense—he couldn't find anything out of place.
The avatar was perfect.
Too perfect.
"…Still nothing."
His brows furrowed slightly.
He had inspected every inch. There were no cracks, no distortions in aura, no signs of foreign intent. On the surface, it looked exactly like what it was supposed to be: a flawless Divine Avatar.
"…So, no way to detect it."
Although there was no visible anomaly, the Codex's earlier warning could not be dismissed lightly. The logic behind it was too sound. And the clues, once lined up, pointed toward one inevitable conclusion.
He let out a soft breath.