Chu Tian nodded and did not waste another word. The phantom of the Bridge of Time and Space beneath his feet flashed, and he transformed into a streak of dark-gold light, venturing alone deep into the dark bone path at the center.
As he continued deeper, the black mist around him grew thicker and thicker, nearly turning into tangible liquid. This space still retained the grim aura of the Primordial Era, and the black mist began conjuring countless lifelike illusions before his eyes.
He saw the Primordial Era, with the Human Emperor leading the Seventy-Two Human Kings in bloody battle beneath the stars; he saw countless martyrs of the Human Race torn to pieces by pitch-black monsters; he saw stars fall and the Myriad Worlds wail.
More than that, waves of strange demonic music even began to resound through the void. The music was like countless evil ghosts whispering beside his ears, carrying an immensely powerful bewitching force as it tried to stir the "Heaven-Reaching Demon Dao" that had only recently condensed within Chu Tian, hoping to trigger his Demonic Nature, make him lose control, and suffer a backlash.
Chu Tian remained expressionless, his gaze cold as frost.
"Could the Chaos Spirit Halo after the system upgrade really be shaken by such mere lingering illusions?"
With a thought, the "Chaos Spirit Halo," one of the four Chaos-grade halos, began to operate with a thunderous roar. An invisible yet indestructible barrier of clarity enveloped his sea of consciousness. The moment those mournful illusions and beguiling demonic sounds touched that barrier, they melted away completely like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun.
Chu Tian's soul was clear as a mirror. Ignoring every disturbance, he only accelerated, piercing through the endless dark bone path like a sharp sword.
At last, he arrived