The Vertical Eye on Chen Cuo's forehead opened, glimmering as he gazed into the distance.
The darkness was silent, as though it had remained unchanged for ten thousand ages.
Yet with his senses and spiritual perception, Chen Cuo could vaguely feel that something else lay hidden in its depths. Deep down, he even suspected there might be something beyond that enormous corpse.
After all, what was the structure of this Divine Treasury? How was it laid out?
At first, he had thought the Divine Treasury was a snapshot of the end of Primordial Antiquity, only to find a distorted likeness where history had fallen into disarray;
Then he had thought it was a fictional history born of that disarray, only to discover it was real history, preserved by an ancient emperor through a mighty Divine Ability;
Then he had thought that preserved history had formed a world of its own, only to discover that this so-called world was a Dreamscape—a Dreamscape that had become real!
"In the end, what I first took for the Divine Treasury was only one face of it, borne by this enormous corpse. But is the corpse all there is to the Divine Treasury? If so, this place is nothing more than a tomb. Yet what sort of figure was Gaoyang? His design can't be that simple, or the Black-Winged Roc would never have been sealed here. And that's not all. The so-called Heavenly God and the Pangu Path mentioned earlier need investigating too. But..."
At that thought, his Vertical Eye gradually closed.
"With my Dao Attainment, probing the true nature and foundations of this Divine Treasury would be pushing myself too far. If anything unexpected happened, I'd have no way to deal with it! I sensed the Roc beforehand and had some trump cards and