A demonic voice, ringing out in the deepest reaches of Haotian's Primordial Spirit and dripping with mockery, exploded without the slightest warning.
"Who goes there?! How dare you pry into my heart!"
Haotian jolted awake, his face draining with horror.
He was now at Quasi-Saint Middle Stage, his Spiritual Sense powerful, and he was also in the core of the Heavenly Court, inside the Heavenly Emperor's Bedchamber, layered with Restriction upon Restriction.
Who could intrude without a sound?
His Quasi-Saint-level Spiritual Sense instantly swept outward, scanning every inch of the bedchamber.
And yet, he found nothing!
It was as if that voice just now had been an Illusion born from his Heart Demon.
But how could that be possible?
With his Dao heart, even if he was trapped in hardship, he would not have fallen to this.
"Out!"
Haotian was both furious and alarmed. No longer daring the slightest carelessness, he urged his thoughts sharply, and three brilliant radiances appeared.
A nine-tiered treasure pagoda hung above his head;
A plain, unadorned ancient mirror that illuminated the Primordial Wilderness and pierced through all falsehoods floated before him;
A majestic and grand divine sword rang as it left its sheath and fell into his hand, its sword blade breathing out the biting will of imperial might.
The Haotian Pagoda, the Haotian Mirror, and the Haotian Sword—three Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures that had accompanied him for countless Yuanhui and possessed extraordinary power—appeared together.
Haotian stood with sword in hand, his expression grave, as if facing a great enemy.
"Futile."
The eerie demonic voice sounded again. Now, it was no longer confined to his mind, but echoed clearly through the quiet room.
Where the voice fell, the void about a zhang before Haotian gently rippled open.
A figure dressed in a pitch-black cloak stepped