With the God-Catching Net shattered, the greatest threat to Zhang Yang's Boat of Death had been removed. It was truly like a dragon returning to the nine heavens or a tiger entering the mountain forests.
So when he retreated, it was exceptionally easy. He said he would leave not the slightest trace, and he truly did not leave even a shred behind.
Although in truth, he could have remained there longer.
In the current situation, Zhang Yang possessed the Boat of Death, while Heavenly God Chang Ji and his fourteen companions had no idea he existed. He could have continued using the Death Chain to fish up Ancient Laws.
Even catching another hundred units could potentially be a fortune worth at least one million units of Cosmic Law.
Yet Zhang Yang still withdrew without the slightest hesitation, because this was clearly a world-shaking scheme. If he did not extract himself now, then even with the Boat of Death, he would die without a burial place.
"Boss, we've struck it rich! Should I reconstruct your Mahayana Dharma Body right now?"
Heavenly Dao Maiden was practically delirious with joy. In fact, all the core disciples who had been able to participate were nearly mad with excitement—and that was without knowing about the thousand units of Ancient Law they had obtained.
"Not yet. Let me first settle the karma from this matter."
Zhang Yang spoke calmly, sparks of wisdom darting back and forth within his True Spirit.
Next, he opened the Stellar Imprint and found the precious string of numbers inside. He did not touch the thirty seconds he had just obtained. Instead, he directly extracted ten hours from the twenty-four hours.
"Exchange. I want to upgrade the Boat of Death."
With a change of thought, that line of numbers became—
24 years: