"Sleep." Xiaohai's answer was brief and to the point.
"But Uncle Jiang, you need to think this through. Once you fall into the nightmare, you could lose yourself and never get out!"
"Although, in theory, you can break free as long as you're strong enough, no one knows exactly how strong you need to be-a lower-tier Great Power, a top-tier Great Power, or a Dao Master!"
Jiang Chen had already lain down. Looking at the worried eyes around him, he could see that the Yamas and sect masters clearly did not want him to take this risk. After all, he was now the Nine Provinces' only pillar of stability.
"King Chen!"
"Please reconsider, King Chen. Let me go!" the Martial Sect Leader shouted.
"Even if we all die trapped in the nightmare, as long as King Chen remains, the Nine Provinces will have hope!"
"Enough. I'll go." Jiang Chen's tone was calm but firm. He looked toward the back of the crowd, at Zhou Hei, who had possessed the Soul Ancestor Commander and was crouching unobtrusively in a corner.
"Old Hei, I'm giving you full authority over the Yin Sha Hammer. The Yin Sha Army will be entirely under your command."
At these words, Zhou Hei's expression shifted slightly.
"I'm leaving the Nine Provinces to you." Jiang Chen's voice was calm, yet laced with a spine-chilling ruthlessness. "If you dare cause trouble, or take the Yin God Hammer and flee alone, you'll spend the rest of your life as a training target in the Yin Sha space!"
"You'd better understand this: if you cross me, no one can protect you, no matter where you go. Hide in a Fierce Land, and I'll destroy that Fierce Land. Hide in a Restricted Zone, and I'll fight my way inside."
As Zhou