No One Cared About the Truth

Lord Yellow felt that Xiao Chen was playing with fire.

A man should indeed have ambitions that soared to the heavens, but there had to be limits. He could not be endlessly greedy.

"Got it, Lord Yellow."

Xiao Chen agreed aloud, yet he was still dreaming of ten colors in his heart!

After leaving Divine Chicken Palace, Xiao Chen wandered aimlessly through the ancient forests around him.

He had already visited the three red dots on his map. As for where to find Dao Trees now, he had no idea.

Still, wherever people gathered, there would most likely be clues.

No one knew exactly how many Dao Trees Hidden Dragon Mountain contained. Everyone's circumstances differed, and someone would always know the locations of other Dao Trees.

But Hidden Dragon Mountain was simply too vast.

After searching for nearly half an hour, Xiao Chen had only seen a few figures and had not found any gathering of people.

Hidden Dragon Mountain was as large as ten Titan Cities and could accommodate tens of millions of people.

With two thousand people entering it, they were like grains of sand sinking into the sea, unable to stir even the faintest ripple.

After passing through two ancient forests without finding anything, Xiao Chen stopped beside a Spirit River to rest.

The river water was orange-red, flowing with rosy light. Five-Colored Spirit Fish played along the riverbed, and when the breeze blew, the ripples gently stirred. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

Gazing at the river and feeling the mountain breeze, Xiao Chen experienced a trace of long-lost peace.

"A great calamity is about to rise. I'm afraid there won't be many days like this left," Xiao Chen sighed.

After lingering for a moment, Xiao Chen turned to leave, but from the corner of his eye,