What Zhang Xiaohua saw with his eyes was a magnificent, resplendent hall, while the place his divine sense reached was a space shrouded in black vapor. The moment his divine sense touched that vapor, it was polluted and blocked, unable to extend even half an inch farther. Thus, he had no idea whether he was still in the original cave.
Most terrifyingly, once the black vapor came into contact with his divine sense, it seemed to possess a spirit of its own. Not only did it pollute his divine sense, it followed it straight into Zhang Xiaohua's Niwan Palace.
When had Zhang Xiaohua ever encountered such a situation? His face had long since gone pale with fright, and regret filled his heart. Passing by was one thing—why had he greedily gone and taken someone else's things? Well, wasn't disaster knocking at his door now?
In only a moment, the black vapor had followed Zhang Xiaohua's withdrawn divine sense into his Niwan Palace. He did not dare be negligent and immediately sat cross-legged, circulating the second level of the Spirit Guiding Technique in an attempt to resist the black vapor. But the Spirit Guiding Technique was merely a cultivation method for tempering divine sense; it possessed no offensive power. How could it withstand an attack from outside? Zhang Xiaohua had only just begun to circulate the Spirit Guiding Technique when the black vapor that had entered the Niwan Palace dispersed throughout it, then bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it pounced toward the slowly pulsing Core Heart suspended in the center of the Niwan Palace.
What was he supposed to do? Zhang Xiaohua was at a loss for the moment.
But at the instant the black vapor touched the Core Heart, the restriction wrapped around its outer layer flashed