Two chess pieces, one black and one white, coalesced in Zhang Yang's palm.
This was not chaos—the original form of the Ancient Law of Black and White. It was merely Zhang Yang gathering it in the manner he was accustomed to.
Then he looked up at his surroundings. The power belonging to the Dream Dimension had vanished without a trace, as though the invasion just now had never existed.
However, the miniature Dream Projection had truly used this opportunity to break through to the level of the Dream Dragon.
Without wasting a moment, Zhang Yang's thoughts stirred, and he leaped into the pocket world within the Boat of Death that he had left for his little cousin. The first thing he asked was:
"What is an Ancient God?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm asking whether you know or not."
"What difference does it make whether I know or don't?"
"What the hell are you talking about? Speak human!"
Zhang Yang glared angrily. Mu Shaoan curled his lip. The two held those expressions as they stared each other down for several seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter together. But immediately afterward, they grew serious again.
"Cousin, there are some things I'm not refusing to tell you. It's just that, after I tell you, can your tiny body bear the consequences? Any information involving Ancient Gods is fatal, and it's highly likely to trigger the hidden danger the Third Generation Insecticide left in me."
"Hmph, do you take me for such an ignorant fool? I naturally have my reasons for coming to find you today."
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, a trace of smugness showing on his face. He reached out, and a black chess piece and a white chess piece appeared in his hand.
"This is—"
Mu Shaoan did not recognize