Falling into the Demon Realm

Hearing this, Ye Tian's heart sank. He rose and walked to the stone wall, felt a protruding rock, and with a crack, forcibly broke off a piece.

Just as he was about to act, the mountain suddenly shook and the ground trembled. The entire stone chamber rocked violently, and amid the rumbling, the demonic, sinister aura in the air surged.

Ye Tian steadied himself. An image of a person suddenly appeared within his divine sense—it was the Demon Ancestor from before.

"Over these past three days, you really made me search hard for you!" Red light blazed around the Demon Ancestor, and his eyes were extraordinarily sinister.

Ye Tian frowned tightly as he looked at the Demon Ancestor within his sea of consciousness. The joints of his fists cracked explosively.

"You are merely a wisp of divine soul. Putting on airs does not suit your status." Ye Tian's voice was not loud, but it made a cold gleam shoot from the Demon Ancestor's eyes.

"Do not worry. I will kill more of your disciples and descendants, so you can properly experience what helplessness means." Ye Tian's words made that wisp of the Demon Ancestor's divine soul flee at once.

There was no discomfort in his body, but what sent chills down Ye Tian's back was this: how had the Demon Ancestor entered his sea of consciousness?

By all rights, few people should have been capable of entering his divine sense. Moreover, the Demon Ancestor had not left anything on him, merely said a few harmless, meaningless words.

That was not the Demon Ancestor's character. Or rather, the Demon Ancestor would not do something so boring. There was only one explanation—Ye Tian possessed something the Demon Ancestor valued.

Then what exactly was that thing? Or rather, what did he have that