Ye Cangtian's voice was a promise, and a terrifying prophecy.
Xiaochen slowly rolled up the scroll fragment, securing it carefully within his cloak. He rose from the crystalline floor, his movements fluid and precise, devoid of any lingering fatigue. His Hell Core pulsed with a renewed, terrifying power, its hunger now global, cosmic in its scope.
The oppressive thrum he had felt earlier in the cavern, the vast, unseen eye of the Taixu Palace, suddenly intensified. It was no longer a distant pressure, but a direct, palpable gaze, piercing through the layers of rock and earth, searching for him. They had registered his escape, his theft of the blueprint. They understood the threat he now posed.
Xiaochen felt a cold, savage smile touch his lips. His crimson eyes blazed in the dim light of
