Yang Chen learned some information from the man.
It was precisely because of that information that Yang Chen could not feel happy no matter what.
The Twelve Continents, Fengyang Prefecture?
Where had he come to?
Yang Chen took a deep breath, vaguely arriving at a conclusion. Based on certain rumors and his own deductions, he had once concluded that beyond the other side of Changxing Mountain, there very likely existed another human world.
Now, it seemed that was indeed the case.
This continent was likely astonishingly vast. No one knew exactly how vast it was. The five human regions were merely an exceedingly, exceedingly tiny patch within it.
The Twelve Continents should have been on the other side of Changxing Mountain. Humans other than those from the five regions existed here. This was most likely the world Zhang Xuelian had arrived in after successfully attaining the Dao, and through a twist of fate, he had now come here as well.
Yet Yang Chen was not happy in the slightest. Thinking of his family in the five regions, then thinking of how he was supposed to return, how could he possibly be happy?
After some thought, however, Yang Chen shook his head. He needed to be more open-minded now. At least there was good news: Great Emperor Mingzhen and Hua Wanru had not pursued him here.
From the looks of it, that teleportation array had been a random transmission array. People sent here at different times would arrive in different places.
He had, in a sense, avoided Great Emperor Mingzhen and Hua Wanru, keeping himself safe.
What worried Yang Chen, however, was Hong Yue. After all, she had fled ahead with Elder Xieyun, and he had no idea where they had been teleported to.
As he sank into worried thoughts, the