What Zhang Xiaohua saw before him was a magnificent golden hall, but his divine sense was immersed in a space shrouded in pitch-black mist. As soon as his divine sense made contact with the dark gas, it was tainted and obstructed, unable to extend even a tiny bit beyond its reach. Therefore, he was unsure whether he was still in the same cave as before.
The most horrifying part was that the moment his divine sense made contact with the black gas, it seemed to possess an intelligence of its own. Not only did it taint his divine sense, but it also infiltrated his Niwan Palace directly along the path of his divine sense.
Zhang Xiaohua had never encountered such a situation before. He was already scared out of his wits, his face a pale sheet. He regretted his actions deeply. Why did he have to be so greedy as to take other people's things while passing by? Now he had truly invited trouble.
