"Ha--"
Lord Chitian suddenly raised his head and panted heavily, sprawled across the desk.
He looked around in terror, as if those faces of the living dead were still before his eyes.
After a long while, he finally realized that he had fallen into a nightmare.
The light filtering in through the window had grown dim. He did not know whether the weather had turned cloudy or night had fallen.
Lord Chitian first straightened up and stared blankly for a while. Then he shrank back into his chair, endless exhaustion and pain surging across his face.
As a Seventh Tier Saint Domain powerhouse, he had actually fallen asleep without realizing it—and even had a nightmare.
Had his mind truly become this disordered?
"With my strength, I shouldn't dream for no reason. Could this dream be foretelling something?"
While handling his territory's affairs, he also had to remain constantly vigilant against Huang Yu's attacks.
Under such prolonged pressure, even a Seventh Tier Saint Domain powerhouse found it difficult to bear.
Thus, Lord Chitian did not think there was anything wrong with the dream he had just had.
It was just that, after undergoing the transformation into a Saint, a person's body and mind had already reached their most perfect state.
Under normal circumstances, Saint Domain powerhouses did not even need to sleep or eat, much less fall asleep inexplicably and have a nightmare.
Although Seventh Tier Saint Domain abilities had yet to involve the power of laws, their domain abilities already contained a faint embryonic form of laws.
Unless someone had used some means against him, such an unnatural physiological reaction usually foreshadowed the occurrence of something related to it.
After entering the Saint Domain, Lord Chitian's strength was no weaker than that of a God-tier Troop of the same level.