Next, Zhang Yang properly settled his little cousin's alias, Qiao Mu, aboard the Boat of Death and transferred the authority over that mysterious Death Chain to him.
"If anything seems amiss, immediately use this chain to bind yourself. It has already sealed the consciousness of an Ancient God inside, so it should be able to conceal your existence without a problem. As for everything else, you don't need to worry. I've got it all covered."
After giving his instructions, Zhang Yang used his identity as the captain of the Boat of Death to arrange a luxurious single room for Qiao Mu. It contained a small world spanning five hundred square kilometers, thousands of beautiful women of every type and race, and an endless supply of chilled dragon beer brewed from chilled Flood Dragon blood essence.
In short, even Zhang Yang himself was green with envy at these accommodations.
However, after returning to the Heavenly Sword Clan's mountain gate, Zhang Yang wore an expression of regret, pity, admiration, and boundless jealousy.
"Damn, Mu Shaoan is one hell of a guy! With all my schemes and farming and management, I wouldn't dare claim I could face an Ancient God-level existence directly. But before that little brat kicked the bucket, his strength had to be at least quasi-Ancient God level!"
Yes, Zhang Yang knew very well what the indescribable was, and what the Third Generation Insecticide was.
It meant being an Innate Being, one of the highest existences inside and outside the River of Time, among the Six Great Sequences. Ancient Gods were nothing before such beings.
And yet his little cousin had actually survived and ultimately escaped from the Third Generation Insecticide's testing ground. Good heavens, moons, stars, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and dog-tail grass! What kind of ability was that?
Even