The feeling had come without any cause, but to someone at his level, the feeling alone said everything.
Something unfavorable to him had to be happening at this very moment, something that might even be affecting his existence at its very root.
He had felt this once, long ago. Now it had come again.
Though suppressed beneath the Mirror of Rebirth, he could still faintly sense the power of his Great Dao reviving. Yet while everything was moving in his favor, that unease hung over his head like a sharp sword.
What exactly happened? Does it concern my physical body, or my Great Dao? Turmoil stirred in the Demon Lord's heart.
Even after being divided and suppressed for tens of millions of years, he still believed that one day he would break free and return to his peak.
His physical body had weathered countless tribulations. Even the Creation God King could hardly destroy it;
and though the Great Dao he controlled had been sealed, as long as he still existed, no one could take it away.
Unless—someone had become a God Lord, or was already walking that path.
This made it impossible for him to remain as unshakable as Mount Tai, as he normally did.
The black shadow's demonic thoughts churned ceaselessly through the void. This was the world within the Mirror of Rebirth, and under its rules, he could hardly gather any true power of his divine soul.
It also barred the entry of other Great Dao powers. In fact, had Wei Yuan's attempt to control the Mirror of Rebirth not exposed slight flaws in the seal, allowing his demonic thoughts to seep out, he would have been unable to sense anything in the outside world.
Through the mirror image, he saw the aged figure sitting cross-legged before the