Chaos Heavenly Venerate

"How is the progress on your assistance to the Void God Race?" Han Tiance asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of dissatisfaction.

The cultivator was about to answer—when suddenly, his scalp went numb!

An invisible sense of danger enveloped his entire body, as though some terrifying existence had fixed its gaze upon him.

He abruptly turned his head toward the depths of the void, yet saw nothing.

No enemies, no attacks, no abnormalities whatsoever.

Yet that feeling was incomparably real.

Han Tiance sensed it as well. His pupils abruptly contracted, every muscle in his body tensing as the power of the peak Dao Realm surged within him, ready to erupt at any moment and let the rules send him away.

Yet that sense of danger had come swiftly and vanished just as swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"What was that?" Han Tiance asked in a deep voice, with a hint of alarm and uncertainty.

The cultivator shook his head, his face pale. "I... don't know. It may have been a fluctuation in the rules, or perhaps some great being's Spiritual Sense swept past us."

Han Tiance fell silent for a moment, suppressing the unease in his heart.

He drew a deep breath and continued, "Forget it. Let's discuss business. Progress on the Void God Race's side must be accelerated. In half a year, the rules will be withdrawn. Once the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty enters the Immortal Domain, it will be much harder to keep them in check."

The cultivator nodded. "Yes. The Void God Race is already assembling its forces. In one month, they will launch a full-scale attack."

Han Tiance nodded in satisfaction and was just about to say something else—