Yang Chen chatted with the Weapon Spirit for quite a while longer before finally leaving the space within the Mountain River Destruction Map.
Perhaps because they both felt there was no point in talking things through, Peng Wanli and Yang Chen stopped communicating. Yet whenever Yang Chen looked at him, a chill ran down his spine, as if Peng Wanli were secretly smiling at him from behind.
Yang Chen shook his head. At his current realm, he simply could not comprehend what sort of heaven-reaching, earth-piercing power a transcendent expert of the Great Ascension Stage possessed. He could only leave the Mountain River Destruction Map and prepare for the upcoming Six Directions Grand Competition.
The Six Directions Grand Competition drew ever closer.
Yang Chen could smell the undercurrents surging through the air. He could guess that humanity's upper echelon had already begun laying out their plans, luring the snake from its hole.
Yet this arrangement was incomparably secretive. Even he, the one who had initiated the plan, could not detect the slightest trace of it. It was as though nothing had truly happened at all. This also put Yang Chen at ease. If even he could not notice anything, then no matter how capable Han Mei was, she likely would not be able to catch wind of anything either.
Thus, time gradually passed, and in the blink of an eye, the Six Directions Grand Competition was about to begin.
Yang Chen felt none of the atmosphere of an impending war. Everything seemed as peaceful and ordinary as ever.
No wonder the ancients spoke of the stillness before the storm. The closer a battle came, perhaps the more normal such an atmosphere seemed.
Because the Six Directions Grand Competition was about to begin, Yang Chen, as one of its participants, was