For some reason, even though this trip was only to deliver Demon Dream Pills to the Demon Race prisoners—a task that hardly counted as important—Su Yuan felt a faint sense of unease.
It wasn't that he thought there was any danger on Demon Star. Quite the opposite: he kept feeling that something on the planet was calling to him.
It was this vague sixth sense that made it hard for him to calm down.
In this strange state of mind, Su Yuan avoided the patrols at the Earth-Moon Passage and landed in an inconspicuous corner of Demon Star.
To be cautious, he landed more than a thousand kilometers from the Yuxuan Demon Race's base.
Even so, the moment Su Yuan set foot on Demon Star, a sudden change occurred.
In Su Yuan's perception, the direction of the Yuxuan Demon Race's base suddenly gave rise to millions of invisible threads. In the blink of an eye, they surged into Chu Chu's body.
These threads were invisible and intangible, and they had no offensive power. It seemed that only someone who controlled the Primordial Dao could detect them.
This hadn't happened the last time he landed on Demon Star. He figured there had been too many powerful figures watching the planet back then, suppressing the anomaly.
This time, Su Yuan had come alone, and at last it had a chance to take effect.
"This Demon Star really does have a problem. Looks like my sixth sense is pretty sharp."
Su Yuan muttered to himself.
Fortunately, he had made all the necessary preparations. He feared no enemy below Spirit Transformation.
Even if he couldn't win, holding out for more than an hour wouldn't be a problem.
And from the looks of it, the anomaly on Demon Star didn't seem to be trying to