Chen Changsheng let out a long breath and stretched his body.
The moment Xiao Hei saw the First Divine Soul appear, his tail immediately began wagging.
"Chen Changsheng, could you tell him next time that handling such a trivial matter took a full eight hundred years?"
"Isn't that efficiency far too slow?"
Faced with Xiao Hei's complaint, Chen Changsheng rubbed his head and said,
"It couldn't be helped. This matter couldn't be rushed."
"But those eight hundred years also helped me figure some things out."
"On this trip to the Celestial Master's Tomb, I believe we should be able to solve the Demon Continent's problem."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Chen Changsheng shot Xiao Hei a smug look, then strode ahead.
As living beings entered, the formations of the Celestial Master's Tomb were activated.
But just as the formations were about to attack Chen Changsheng and Xiao Hei, Chen Changsheng directly pulled out a string of tokens.
One of the tokens on that string shone with a dazzling radiance.
Immediately afterward, a passage appeared in the Grand Formation surrounding the Celestial Master's Tomb.
Seeing this, Xiao Hei asked in confusion, "How did you know Zhang Ling had left behind a backup plan?"
"I spent eight hundred years here and still couldn't find any flaw!"
In response to Xiao Hei's confusion, Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said, "Zhang Ling left this place behind precisely so that future generations could enter it."
"If he sealed off even the last path to survival, how would future generations get in?"
"But that guy really was cunning. He actually made the key to opening the formation a Ten Thousand Races Academy token."
"If I hadn't thought a few steps further, I really wouldn't have been able to open the formations here."
"An Academy token