No matter what Great Tomb of Ancient Gods and Demons you were, as long as he chiseled you completely open, let's see how you could keep hiding.
No one could stop Zhou Chuan from advancing. Only by breaking through to the Eleventh Order of Martial Dao would he have a chance to thoroughly resolve the trouble that was the Gong Family.
Zhang Chen looked at the indignant Zhou Chuan, a strange glint appearing in his eyes. "Old Turtle Ridge stretches for eight hundred li, with countless mountains rising within it. To chisel them all open would likely take hundreds or thousands of years. Moreover, this place is protected by Dragon Vein Power; even Divine Ability Power can hardly shake it. Chiseling it open will be difficult indeed—you may have to keep at it until the Year of the Monkey and Month of the Horse."
"If I want my Martial Dao to break through to the Eleventh Order, I must use the souls of Ancient God-Devils to temper my own soul. Only then can my soul undergo transformation. I have no choice! If I cannot break through to the Eleventh Order of Martial Dao, the Gong Family will not let me go. They will only keep tangling with me, and I will never know peace for the rest of my life." Zhou Chuan's voice was filled with resolve.
"Is the Gong Family truly that frightening?" Zhang Chen asked.
Zhou Chuan's expression turned grave at those words. "The Strange Wind abilities controlled by the Gong Family are exceedingly bizarre. Some winds can blow all matter into oblivion; others can blow a person's soul out of their body; still others can stir up Space Tides... There are all manner of such things, impossible to guard against!"
Zhang Chen frowned, feeling that he ought