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A divine art involving defensive Dao principles was indeed crucial and could greatly improve his ability to survive, but now was not the time to learn it.
They were setting out for the West Mining Area first thing tomorrow morning. Compared with cultivating the Black Tortoise Great Dao Scripture, he had something even more important to do.
Old-timers would not run away inside his Inner World, and divine arts could be learned anytime. The urgent matter was to break free of the Purgatory Fleet's control first...
Once he had just about gone over the plan in his mind, Meng Chuan glanced at the clock on the desk and simply went to sleep, giving his brain a break.
Ever since he had infiltrated the enemy, not a single moment had passed when his nerves had not been stretched taut, for fear of being exposed.
Now, he had finally entered the next step of the plan: gather the information, break away from the fleet, and go capture Mo Jue.
But...
For some reason, Meng Chuan always had a vague feeling in the dark... that unexpected complications would arise. Yet every time he tried to trace the source of that thought, he came up with nothing.
A sixth sense.
It was like when Yong'an had suffered disaster back when he broke through to Fourth. Though the thought had not been clear, his heart had occasionally clenched in alarm.
Judging from a more metaphysical angle, Meng Chuan felt that something major was very likely to happen tomorrow...
Not go?
Impossible.
The instant the thought of retreat arose, that heart-palpitating feeling welled up at once, making him abandon the idea of "asking for leave" at the first moment.
"I'm deep in the enemy camp. Where would there be absolute safety...?"
Meng Chuan steadied himself