The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

His aura-concealing technique was called Heaven-Masking Art (Mántiān Fǎ).

This thing worked exceptionally well. Back when he’d created it, he and the system had spent a long time simulating countless variations to perfect it.

How effective was it?

When he helped the system steal from the Heavenly Dao itself, this very technique had played a key role.

So now, using it to hide his presence? Child’s play.

Was the royal treasure vault heavily guarded?

Of course.

Layer upon layer of defensive formations, each linked to the next. Touching even one would trigger an alarm.

Lu Ye’s eyes turned a pale silver, and the world in his vision was reduced to clean, simplified lines.

In a short span of time, he unleashed one arcane technique after another, each more obscure than the last.

“Pow! Pow!”

Two hand chops struck the vault guards with pinpoint precision—laced with a trace of Primordial Morning Mist essence.