Jiang Ding's Divine Sense and Sword Intent shone upon the Little Mountain Storage Treasure like a Scorching Sun, stretching far and wide, layer upon layer, Restrictions spread throughout the vast space of spirit consciousness; it was impossible to see the end, causing one's scalp to tingle.
Various self-destructing Restrictions faintly showed signs of awakening.
"Sorry, I was talking too loudly just now..."
Jiang Ding held his breath, cautious and subconsciously restraining his Sword Intent and Divine Sense, no longer so reckless.
The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace possessed a heritage of Immortal Tao Restrictions that were no less than, if not surpassing, those of Xianmen Sect. It was not a native world where one could easily bulldoze and clear all Restrictions.
If one were not careful, the entire Storage Little Mountain Treasure could explode, self-destructing alongside it, leaving one in tears.
