When that female voice, calm yet like a clap of thunder, rang beside his ear, Qian Master was instantly startled.
He instinctively looked around, but everything seemed as ordinary as ever, which made an unfounded chill creep over him despite himself.
It was as if someone—some existence—had fixed its gaze on him.
Qian Master immediately shook his head and frowned on reflex. It was nothing but playing tricks and pretending to be mysterious—did it really think it could frighten an Earthly Sovereign?
The moment that thought fell, the low female voice echoing beside his ear seemed to be driven away by Qian Master's very notion, vanishing without a trace.
"Who's playing tricks here?!"
Qian Master roared. As his words fell, the eerie pressure around him seemed to dissipate by quite a bit, like an unseen fog barrier suddenly swept clean.
"Playing tricks, making a mystery of yourself!"
With that baseless sense of urgency dispersing by more than half, Qian Master's heart settled. Naturally, he did not hesitate at all. The force gathered in his palm abruptly condensed into a single point, stirring the wind and clouds, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth as it came crushing down without the slightest restraint.
"When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?"
As he watched the spiritual array about to be crushed little by little beneath him, Qian Master still felt an indescribable ominous premonition and unease from beginning to end.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, this spiritual array reeked of strangeness. Even Qian Master felt an inexplicable, eerie premonition surge into his heart, so there was naturally even less reason to leave it be.
Yet before Qian Master could see himself crush the spiritual array, everything that happened before his eyes made his