"Hmm?!"
Just as Xia Ping left, a voice rang out from deep within the treasury's inner hall, letting out a startled cry.
"What is it, Ancestor?"
Quite a few Saints nearby spoke up. The Illusion Race Ancestor had been cultivating in seclusion all this time and rarely awakened.
"Just now, I had a strange feeling. It seemed as though a gaze was spying on this place. But it vanished in the blink of an eye, without a trace. Even I could not seize its trail. I do not know where it came from."
That voice spoke.
"Such a thing actually happened? I'll investigate."
Several Illusion Race Saints wore grave expressions. To make a Primordial Ancient Saint feel such doubt was no small matter. They immediately acted, their terrifying divine senses permeating every corner within hundreds of thousands of light-years.
It could be said that within such a search radius, no matter what dimensional space one hid in, one could not escape their pursuit. Their perception reached the heavens and pierced the earth; nowhere was left to hide. The entire Illusion World was scanned by them.
Yet after only a moment, they found nothing. The surrounding void remained utterly silent, with nothing there at all.
This situation also alarmed the other Saints of the Illusion World, who all began asking what had happened.
"Ancestor, we found no abnormalities, nor any hidden enemies," several Illusion Race Saints reported.
"Perhaps it was merely my illusion. When people grow old, all sorts of false impressions tend to arise, sudden whims of the heart." The voice sighed. For even a Primordial Ancient Saint like him to be unable to detect that gaze, there could not be many such beings in the entire universe.
Since they could not find anything, it had to be his own