Jiang Xiao Chen absorbed two strands of Immortal Qi, while another went to Xiaohai. As the only sacrificial god remaining in the Mortal World, he was important in Jiang Chen's eyes and held extraordinary significance.
Leaving everything else aside, without Xiaohai, the casualties from the recent death knell disaster would probably have been several times greater.
Moreover, the Second Round of Turmoil had yet to end, and the skies over the Nine Provinces remained pitch-black. He would probably have another role to play before long.
At this thought, Jiang Chen's gaze deepened.
Xiaohai was Old Zhang's handiwork. Perhaps he had long foreseen what the Disorder of the Ultimate Number would entail and had deliberately cultivated a sacrificial god.
Just who was that old bastard?
He had once sought out Er Leng and Shenji to learn about bygone history, surveying one peerless figure after another: top Dao Masters, masters of Ancient Dao Orthodoxies, and mysterious Earth Immortals.
He had even seen traces of some familiar people among them, such as the King of Reincarnation and Luo Li.
Yet not a single one matched Old Zhang!
"That old bastard keeps hiding himself. What exactly is he hiding from? Could I be another piece on his chessboard?" Jiang Chen murmured, a playful look in his eyes.
The strength he had accumulated had now reached a terrifying level. He rather wanted to see how far this so-called game with heaven and earth as its board could force him to go.
After absorbing the Immortal Qi, Jiang Xiao Chen had advanced further within Supreme Powerhouse Fourth Tier. He said that with just seven more strands of Immortal Qi, he could enter the Fifth Tier, at which point he should have the strength to face a Great Power.
He lowered his head somewhat bashfully as he