Crisis? Another Deadly Trap Laid—Within Mount Sumeru.
Jieyin's entire body trembled.
His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
He sensed it.
A faint, almost imperceptible killing intent came from deep within the void.
That killing intent was so faint it was nearly impossible to detect.
But he was a Heavenly Dao Sage.
His perception of danger had long since been carved into his bones.
"What is it?"
Zhunti opened his eyes and looked at him.
Jieyin fell silent.
He gazed deep within the void, at that empty Sky Dome.
His brows drew tightly together.
"I don't know."
"But I always feel that someone is watching us."
Zhunti froze for a moment, then his Spiritual Sense surged forth like a tide.
In an instant, it enveloped all of Mount Sumeru, covering an area of ten thousand li around it.
Inch by inch, foot by foot, fathom by fathom.
He searched carefully.
Yet he found nothing.
Only the void, only the roiling Chaos Qi.
Only the eternal, unchanging silence.
"Senior Brother, you're overthinking it."
Zhunti spoke, a hint of weariness in his voice.
"Taotie has retreated, and Xuandu has left."
"Who else would be watching us?"
Jieyin remained silent.
He gazed deep within the void, at that empty Sky Dome.
The unease in his heart grew ever stronger.
Yet he could not put it into words.
Nor could he find its source.
He could only suppress it, endure it, pretend as though nothing was wrong.
"Perhaps."
Jieyin spoke in a low voice.
"Junior Brother, let us cultivate here for now."
"When the Investiture of the Gods ends, when the great tribulation passes."
"Everything will become clear in time."
Zhunti nodded and closed his eyes.
By the pool, silence returned.
Only the withered Lotus Flowers swayed gently in the wind.
Only the murky pool