There is an old saying: Extreme joy begets sorrow.
Upon seeing so many Night Pearls in the magma, Zhang Xiaohua's heart was already filled with joy, nearly tumbling head over heels in the magma. Moreover, picking these Night Pearls was effortless for him, since Zhang Xiaohua had plenty of strength.
So he continued down along the stone wall with ease, picking more and more.
Not knowing how long he had been descending, suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua's external divine sense encountered something both unfamiliar and familiar - divine sense!!!
Another divine sense!
This divine sense felt like condensed rocks, radiating immense dignity and solemnity. Upon contact with Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense, a palpitation emerged from the depths of his heart. Although he hadn't seen anything yet, a feeling of being as insignificant as an ant beneath a massive mountain immediately arose.
