The Hidden Hand

After Mo Chen left the Southern Polar Sea of Fire, a clear plan had already formed in his mind.

He knew that the source of the epochal calamity was not a natural disaster, but powerful entities lurking in the shadows, manipulating everything from behind the scenes.

As for what unspeakable purpose they harbored, Mo Chen was still unable to see through it completely.

Yet whether it was for some selfish desire or an attempt to harness the power of the Great Thousand World to fulfill their towering ambitions,

Mo Chen understood that if he could not quickly drag out and defeat these hidden hands, the calamity would only worsen, bringing a devastating disaster upon the entire world.

With that thought, Mo Chen transformed into a streak of light and flew toward where the Mystic Stele Patriarch, the Nether Emperor, and the Phantom Deer Demon God were.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at his destination.

The Mystic Stele Patriarch, the Nether Emperor, and the Phantom Deer Demon God were seated cross-legged atop a mountain outside the Southern Polar Sea of Fire, resting and recovering.

When the three saw Mo Chen suddenly appear without a scratch, expressions of shock and bewilderment surfaced on all their faces.

The Mystic Stele Patriarch was the most stunned. Although he had long known that Mo Chen possessed extraordinary talent and unfathomable strength,

seeing with his own eyes that Mo Chen had ventured into the deepest part of the Southern Polar Sea of Fire and emerged safely in such a short time still left him unable to believe it.

The Nether Emperor and the Phantom Deer Demon God were likewise filled with amazement and questions regarding Mo Chen's experience.

Especially whether Mo Chen had successfully subdued the White Tiger's fortune—they could not wait