Little Bad King felt he had run into something unclean and fled the Dragon Palace as though running for his life. Only after he left the bounds of Heavenly Fortune Lake did the "footsteps" in his ears disappear completely, along with the sinister feeling that had dogged his every step.
Only when that indescribable "sense of danger" abruptly vanished did he realize that all his bovine hair was drenched in sweat. The joy of surviving a disaster silently filled his heart. He found a secluded spot on the outskirts of Heavenly Fortune Lake to rest for a while, then recalled what had just happened.
In the Dragon Palace's study, he had clearly perceived the decay and ruin of the entire palace. It had looked abandoned for decades, even centuries, with no visitors and no one to maintain it. There had been nothing but an utterly sinister silence, and countless bones filling the lakebed...
Then Little Bad King had heard bursts of footsteps coming closer and closer, faster and faster, utterly disordered and chaotic. Like a mortal encountering wandering ghosts, he could neither glimpse their source nor shake them off. He knew he could not escape, so he had thrown caution to the wind and tried to use Divine Sense Perception to capture the "owner" of those footsteps and see just what kind of "thing" it was.
But strangely, he really could only hear the sound; no matter what he did, he could not sense the other party's presence. At that moment, a powerful feeling of impending death had surged through Little Bad King. He had felt that if he actually saw the owner of those footsteps, he would surely die on the spot... Even if he fought back in his original body, it probably would have been useless. That "unknown