Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 1355 - 1355 0772 Deterrence

Chapter 1355: Chapter 0772: Deterrence Chapter 1355: Chapter 0772: Deterrence Chapter 0772: Deterrence

In a way, Qi Tian took out the black heart just to make up the numbers, without expecting it to have any effect. He had obtained this object from the Saint’s Tomb below him, and it was essentially something the tomb’s owner had played with and discarded. To expect it to have a deterrent effect on the tomb’s owner, causing them to feel intimidated by the black heart, seemed utterly impossible to Qi Tian. Yet, what happened next left him utterly dumbfounded.

Upon receiving Qi Tian’s order, the black heart brought out its ace in the hole, releasing its psychic deterrence fully and unreservedly, overwhelming the tomb’s owner.

The tomb’s owner’s movements actually paused for a moment. It was this moment, something Qi Tian had never anticipated. In his view, this should not have happened at all. After all, the tomb’s owner definitely had a way to suppress the black heart. Even if he couldn’t take control of the black heart away from Qi Tian, he should at least not be affected by it. But, contrary to all expectations, it did happen.

Qi Tian had no time to ponder the reasons behind this brief pause. He hurriedly ordered the ghost faces, Transporting Whirlwind, and the colored glaze sand to attack the tomb’s owner without reservation. Transporting Whirlwind, in particular, picked up a piece of rock the size of half a room and hurled it toward the tomb’s owner.

If it weren’t for the disruption caused by the black heart, Qi Tian’s offensive would have been unable to harm the tomb’s owner. But the problem lay precisely here: the interference from the black heart significantly decreased the tomb’s owner’s reaction sensitivity, causing a lapse in his thinking, and his mind took a long time to come around. His spirit was under a powerful suppression from the black heart.

The tomb’s owner was somewhat panicked. Like Qi Tian had expected, he hadn’t taken the black heart seriously at all. After all, many years ago, just as he had imprisoned those ghost faces to protect the safety of his Saint’s Tomb, he had spent a lot of effort to obtain the black heart. He knew everything about it. It would have been a piece of cake for him to control it, even if someone else had placed unique restrictions on the black heart. It wouldn’t have affected him in the slightest.

However, when the tomb’s owner tried to regain control of the black heart after its appearance, he was shocked to discover that his psychic power could no longer connect with it. Although he still looked like the tomb’s owner, he was actually no longer the original master. He was now an undead fused with many other beings. His psychic power no longer matched the black heart, which was logical. Moreover, the tomb’s owner had forgotten that this heart was no longer the original one from before. Instead, it was a new product of Manager Chen’s heart, one that had merged with him after becoming undead. Even if the tomb’s owner had not turned into undead, he would no longer be compatible with the new black heart.

With psychic power mismatched, trying to activate the pre-set restrictions within the black heart was no easy task. It would require a significant cost and wouldn’t be done in a short time, and those were the very things he currently lacked.

The tomb’s owner wasn’t afraid of a direct and tough fight with Qi Tian, but when it came to attacks and suppression on a psychic level, he really didn’t have many means to counteract it. Before he had retreated into the Saint’s Tomb, he had indeed crafted artifacts for this purpose, but now, he simply didn’t have the time to use them. Using these artifacts would consume the mana that he had only just managed to restore.

Yet, facing the ghost faces, colored glaze sand, and other Nascent Soul Stage presences rushing at him like ferocious wolves and tigers, the tomb’s owner could only prioritize dealing with them; psychic pressure resistance would have to be put on hold.

The tomb’s owner’s choice couldn’t be said to be wrong, but at this moment, no matter what he chose, from another perspective, it was also incorrect. His psychic functions were suppressed, his reactions not sharp enough nor accurate, resulting in him managing to avoid only about half of the attacks from the ghost faces and colored glaze sand. The other half struck him solidly.

The tomb’s owner immediately faltered, spitting out a mouthful of blood. This was the first injury he had suffered since climbing out of the coffin that wasn’t self-inflicted. As he spat out blood, it marked the beginning of his being thoroughly overwhelmed.

The black heart unrestrainedly unleashed its psychic pressure, focusing it entirely on the tomb’s owner, causing an even greater suppression of his spirit. His reactions became even less agile and more delayed, no longer keeping up with the attack tempo from the ghost faces and colored glaze sand. He took hits repeatedly and could only defend passively, unable to mount an offensive strike.

A prolonged defense inevitably leads to failure; even a high-rank Nascent Soul like the tomb’s owner could not escape this law, especially when his psyche was under such severe pressure. His mind was pretty much reduced to mush. And later on, when his psychic power was heavily oppressed, the black heart seized an opportunity to snatch the control of his body, plunging him into an illusion.