Almost without hesitation, Zhang Yang rejected his original plan and decided to stay. No matter how long it took, this matter concerned the Boat of Death. Even if he had to pay any price—well, he would only stay for a hundred years. Any longer would be dangerous.
"Way of Heaven, can you speed up the wood demon's evolution?"
Zhang Yang communicated with the Way of Heaven.
A ripple of fluctuation came back, but it carried no specific meaning. After all, the Way of Heaven's level was still too low.
After racking his brains to decipher it, Zhang Yang finally came up with an answer that seemed right and yet not quite right, almost like a divination.
"Wood Leaf?"
"What does that mean?"
"I completely don't understand."
Zhang Yang could only let it go, but he was certain that the Way of Heaven's actions would not harm him. In that case, he would just keep waiting.
However, he could not simply sit around and wait. The wood demon's evolution required more time, but he could not count on Cangdong Heavenly God never coming to attack him—especially now that all the Time Scraps in this world had been cleared away.
"I have to launch an active attack. My War Banner is already thirsting for blood."
After making preparations, Zhang Yang took out the Small Mud Boat and tossed it into the air. At the same time, he activated the Death Black Sail. In an instant, the second-stage Boat of Death emerged.
But it had no definite form. It was merely a mass of black mist, writhing and floating. An inexplicably eerie aura swept over them, like the exterminating shadow of the Sixth Sequence.
Everyone under Zhang Yang, himself included, shuddered in unison.
Thus, Zhang Yang immediately realized one thing: before he advanced