While Zhang Yang was fretting over going completely bankrupt because of his newly acquired Dream Kingdom territory, the plane-world that had once belonged to the Xing Clan had long since been replaced by a massive mass of Chaos.
This Chaos had already formed, but it had continued evolving. Zhang Yang and the strategists under him—especially Cousin Mu, Mu Shaoan—had studied it several times and all believed that even if its evolution did not take millions or tens of millions of years, it would at least take tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
So, for the time being, it would not have much impact on the Sword Immortal World right next door.
After all, the Chaos had only been evolving for about a year. This was an extremely safe period. The Chaos was like an eggshell, while this evolution determined whether what hatched from it in the future would be chickens, ducks, and geese; dragons, tigers, and leopards; or perhaps phoenixes and black birds. In short, the longer the evolution took, the stronger the lifeforms that ultimately hatched would be, the fewer weaknesses they would have, and the more diverse they would become, allowing them to cope with more complicated external environments.
It was precisely because he believed this Chaos had tied up most of the Ancient God 'Game''s energy and resources that Zhang Yang had dared to act so recklessly this time.
But as the saying went, nothing in the world was stranger than the unfathomable.
Zhang Yang considered himself someone who had calculated every angle, yet he did not know that his 09 Sub-Account was still alive and was eking out a wretched existence within this Chaos.
That truly was astonishing vitality.
But at this moment, the 09 Sub-Account was running out of ammunition and provisions