What a godforsaken place, a godforsaken place, a godforsaken place!
At this moment, this was the only thought left in Lü Yang's mind. To be honest, a moment ago, he had nearly detonated himself to activate the Centome.
'It was definitely Ang Xiao!'
'Even though I was using a clone, I didn't split my Divine Sense. Instead, I projected my consciousness directly into it. But it ended up being used as a medium to influence my true self!'
A bitter expression crossed Lü Yang's face. He hadn't split his Divine Sense to control the clone. His intention had been to prevent the clone from being turned against him or, worse, developing its own consciousness and betraying its creator. That was why he'd chosen to project his own consciousness to control it. But the precaution had backfired spectacularly; a Perfected Lord had used it to influence his very self from afar!
It had been better when he wasn't lucid. The clarity, now that it had returned, was even more terrifying.
