Chapter 38: Divine Will

Before going to sleep, Li Mochen had crafted two items in total. Unfortunately, he was so exhausted after finishing that he didn't even have time to examine them carefully; he simply collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Now that his spirit and energy were fully restored, he naturally wanted to take a closer look and inspect the goods.

The first item was, of course, the necklace he had already put on. As he had envisioned earlier, this magical artifact had the ability to help him suppress his mind, freezing some of the undesirable desires within his consciousness.

Its second function was the two level-three spells and one level-four immortal technique permanently fixed upon it.

The entire necklace was actually centered around the immortal formation array from the Primordial Vault Realm, skillfully integrating two standard spell arrays he had obtained from the *Secret History of Magic Energy*. Thus, this item could also be considered a small experiment of his.

At that moment, as Li Mochen directed his will, a thin white streak shot from his fingertip, striking the wall beside him. In an instant, a layer of frost covered the wall.

This was a basic freezing ray, whose output of icy power was enough to freeze two adults solid!

Next, Li Mochen activated the second rune on the necklace, and an ice shield quickly formed, floating in front of him.

Li Mochen poked it with his finger and felt that its hardness could probably withstand a lightning-fast sword thrust delivered at thirty percent of his strength.

Of course, among magic energy professionals of the same level, he was unique and extremely special. Other level-four magic energy swordsmen would need three to five strikes to break through this ice shield, and they would have to rely on magical power as well.

Li Mochen was already extremely satisfied with this item. The key point was that both spells could be cast in an instant, without needing to prepare spell seals or incantation materials, which greatly improved his safety factor. As a function attached to this ice-blood stone necklace, it had exceeded his expectations.

The last level-four immortal technique was derived from the 'Sealing Spirit Array' of the Primordial Vault Realm, which could only be used when conditions were met. Li Mochen merely checked the rune array to ensure there were no errors, then set it aside.

The second item was a mask made of mithril. This was also a magical artifact that, when worn, enhanced his sensory abilities.

However, its main function was to prevent 'Heavenly Mind Li Mochen' from taking it off in certain situations, thus avoiding a repeat of the embarrassing situation from three days ago.

Of course, a small magical artifact of at most level three could not possibly stop 'Heavenly Mind Li Mochen' from removing it. So Li Mochen came up with a different approach, thinking that instead of trying to obstruct, it would be better to lure with benefits. As long as 'Heavenly Mind Li Mochen' was unwilling to take off the mask, wouldn't his wish be fulfilled?

Thus, he carved the mask with exceptional delicacy, making it resemble a divine being from the heavens, lofty and aloof, with a cold aura, sacred and unapproachable, distant and unreachable. The features combined the characteristics of both Wenjian Taoran and Li Mochen, leaning slightly toward the former. Even the name was carefully chosen: 'Divine Will'.

As for the abilities of this mithril mask, it not only helped enhance his mental power intensity but also greatly amplified the sensory capability of 'Heavenly Mind Divine Illumination', significantly expanding the range of 'Heavenly Mind Viewing the World'.

The feeling of mastering everything within a twenty-meter radius was vastly different from mastering everything within a thirty-five-meter radius. He didn't believe that 'Heavenly Mind Li Mochen' would voluntarily give up this item and shrink the feeling of having everything under control back to a twenty-meter range.

Of course, he couldn't just assume that. So Li Mochen conducted an experiment: he first put on the mask in front of a mirror, then entered the state of 'Heavenly Mind Divine Illumination'.

In an instant, a sense of disdain arose within Li Mochen's mind. He thought to himself, what was he thinking? Truly stupid and beyond redemption.

But just as he was about to take off the mask, Li Mochen's gaze caught his own reflection in the mirror across from him.

"So cool—"

A look of satisfaction and fascination appeared in Li Mochen's eyes. He mused that this was the proper demeanor of the esteemed 'Divine Sky Ultimate Void Immortal King'. Supreme as the heavens, looking down upon the mortal world.

Moreover, this feeling of controlling all changes in heaven and earth was excellent, even better than before. This 'Divine Will' mask seemed quite good.

Ten minutes later, when Li Mochen withdrew from Heavenly Mind Divine Illumination, he couldn't help but smile smugly, thinking that indeed, the one who knew him best was himself.

After taking off the mask, Li Mochen began to clean up. First, he restored the rest room to its original state, then discarded whatever needed to be thrown away. The waste materials were dumped into the trash can in the hallway, along with the pot rack, which was extremely heavy and not worth much; he didn't plan to take it back to his apartment anyway.

It was foreseeable that if he still lived in that semi-basement, it would be absolutely impossible to forge tools or alchemy with an open flame. The smoke alone would suffocate people, and the smell would be unpleasant. Moreover, the apartment's ventilation system was not great, so if he did that, he would definitely be complained about by neighbors or even confronted.

But if he changed his living environment in the future, he could try to set up a more professional forging room, considering dust-free and sterile conditions. Although the environment could never be as professional as those large companies' forging facilities, it would still be somewhat beneficial.

The only thing of value was the set of alchemy tools in his hands, which he could try to sell off later.

So when Li Mochen walked out of the design center, he was much lighter. The large and small bags he had been carrying were reduced by more than half.

Just as he stepped out the door, Li Mochen's sword-like eyebrows slightly raised as he noticed four figures behind him, following him as if nothing was wrong.

"Sir, would you like to call a taxi?"

The service attendant at the shooting center kindly asked. But Li Mochen decisively refused, walking out of Laurel Street as if nothing was wrong. Then he turned into a small alley, walking calmly and leisurely through the dark passage. Until he turned a corner and saw ahead, thirty meters away, three burly men in leather jackets with punk hairstyles blocking the end of the alley. At that moment, the footsteps behind him also became hurried.

"Hey, boy, you know why we're looking for you, right?"

In front of Li Mochen, the young man with a green mohawk directly pulled out a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Li Mochen.

"Let me think, what did you buy at the garage black market? A gun and a piece of 'ice-blood stone,' right? Leave those things here, and you can leave safely now."

Meanwhile, the four people following behind also arrived one after another, pulling out two guns and pointing them at Li Mochen's back, letting out smug laughs: "Kid, if I were you, I'd behave—"

But before this person could finish his words, he let out a painful grunt. He felt his arm hit by a hard object, and then the gun in his hand flew out. The same happened to the other person beside him; his gun also flew into the air.

It was only then that the few people present realized the black-haired youth before them was no longer in his original position. Only a black figure flashed rapidly before their eyes.

So fast—

That was their last thought. The next moment, their heads were struck hard, and everything went black as they lost consciousness.

This scene also made the three in front change color in horror.

"By the God of Light, how is he so fast?"

"Damn! No wonder he dared to walk into the alley—"

The young man with the green mohawk fired without hesitation. The roaring gunshots echoed continuously in the small alley. But he couldn't even lock onto Li Mochen's position. The latter simply kicked off the wall, leaped onto the rooftop, and then ran like a phantom, changing pace from fast to slow. In less than three seconds, Li Mochen had successfully approached the group. He abruptly jumped down and, with a single sword strike, knocked the mohawk youth unconscious.

The remaining few were easily dealt with by Li Mochen within ten seconds. At that moment, he furrowed his sword-like brows slightly and looked toward a certain direction behind him.