"The gate of space is about to open," Chen Fan said excitedly.
Once the gate of space truly opened, he would have a chance to find the White Bone Forest.
Looking at the agitated Chen Fan, the Goddess of Wisdom gave a wry smile. "You wish for the gate of space to open, but do you know that once it opens, it will be the disaster of Dameria?"
Disaster... Chen Fan smiled.
What did it have to do with him?
There weren't many people he needed to protect. If things went south, he could just escape back to the East.
Back in the day, the Eight Generals of Ancient Demons were hunted from the East. If they dared to return now, their fate wouldn't be pleasant.
That mysterious land held too many legends.
Across from him, the God of Wisdom, Athena, spoke to herself. "The Hall of Gods has always tried its best to maintain the seal, but now, it's no longer possible."
She sighed. "The Hall of Gods has secretly paid so much over the years, yet they couldn't prevent the disaster from descending."
"..."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He would wait, wait for the gate of space to open.
"Forget it."
The Goddess of Wisdom's tone shifted. "The reason I saw you is that I want to discuss something with you."
"What is it?"
"To return the Sacred Mountain to the Angelic Holy Assembly and reorganize the Sacred Mountain."
"I have no objections."
Chen Fan shrugged indifferently.
Getting the Gravity Treasure Bead was enough. He didn't care about territory at all.
"And you must also return the scepter of the Angelic Holy Emperor."
"..."
This time, Chen Fan was displeased.
Returning the scepter meant returning the Gravity Treasure Bead.
How could he just give away a divine artifact he had finally obtained?
"You jest."
Chen Fan chuckled. "What I get is mine. Anyone who tries to snatch something from me is my enemy, Chen Fan. There are many who have become my enemies, but none of them are alive now."
A naked threat.
In the Hall of Gods, in the palace of the Goddess of Wisdom, Chen Fan... was actually threatening the Goddess of Wisdom.
He wouldn't give up the Gravity Treasure Bead. If they wanted to fight for it, then let them fight.
The smile on the Goddess of Wisdom's face vanished, turning a bit cold, but she maintained her composure.
After all, she was a ruler, not to be underestimated.
"It's like this, the Holy Emperor's scepter aids in the seal and is very important to this realm."
"So what?"
Chen Fan countered with a smile. "What's mine is mine. If I'm unwilling, who can do anything to me?"
Arrogant.
Even on someone else's territory, Chen Fan remained arrogant.
"..."
These words left no room for negotiation.
Even with the Goddess of Wisdom's good temper, her expression changed.
"Heh heh."
For the first time, the Goddess of Wisdom rose from her throne. "City Lord is quite magnificent."
Chen Fan met her gaze. "And?"
A challenge.
Perhaps.
This City Lord feared nothing.
What about the Hall of Gods? Do you want to fight?
"..."
The eye contact didn't last long.
"Since that is the case, City Lord Chen, please proceed." The Goddess of Wisdom spoke, already signaling for him to leave.
"Goodbye."
Chen Fan was still very polite.
You might not escort me out, but I must bid farewell.
Well, Easterners are always so polite.
Chen Fan turned and left...
"City Lord Chen."
The Goddess of Wisdom's voice rang out again from behind him. "I will ask you one last time, are you sure you want to refuse the offer I just made?"
"Heh."
"Good. Since that's the case, then prepare yourself."
Prepare for what?
A fight.
"If you don't plan on keeping me here, then I'm leaving," Chen Fan said without looking back.
"..."
Silence, no response.
The lack of a response was telling.
...
Chen Fan walked out of the snow mountain.
The snow mountain behind him remained as it was, and vaguely, figures could be seen moving on it.
Not many people. Chen Fan recognized one of them, the old Holy Emperor.
At this moment, the old Holy Emperor was staring at him coldly.
Meeting his gaze from afar, Chen Fan smiled faintly and turned to leave.
...
Next stop.
"Boom."
Brilliant divine light shot up into the sky.
He found one seal, and there was another.
Northern Territory.
Chen Fan was fast. In half an hour, he arrived at the Northern Territory, which he had visited before.
Still, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
This was the territory of the Skull Society.
The Ten Thousand Mountains were hidden beneath the overcast sky.
At the end of the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a mountain hollow, a simple thatched hut sat quietly.
It was as if all grandeur had faded, detached from the hustle and bustle. Only peace remained here.
There was no one in the thatched hut, only a sword, stuck in the ground before the door.
Chen Fan didn't rush in, but watched from a distance.
The sword was already rusted. Who knew how many years it had been stuck there.
Around the thatched hut, several vegetable patches were fenced off. Lush green vegetables grew, and a few chickens and ducks roamed in front of the house.
Creak!
At this moment, the door of the thatched hut was pushed open.
A disheveled figure emerged from the hut and looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan looked at the person.
A Taoist robe, messy hair, a scruffy beard, and cloudy pupils...
Even across the distance, Chen Fan felt an immense pressure.
He had been in Dameria for so long, and this was the first time he felt pressure.
It came from a slovenly old man.
This person, no matter how you looked at him, didn't have the killer aura that the Goddess of Wisdom spoke of. He looked more like a fortune teller cheat from a village.
"You've come."
The other party actually spoke first, a smile appearing on his face. "The hut is humble, I hope you don't mind. Please come in..."
"Okay."
Chen Fan nodded and stepped into the barrier.
There was no dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth here... only ordinariness.
As if everything had returned to its origin.
"Please."
The Taoist gestured.
A wooden table was placed in the courtyard, with two wooden stools in front of it.
After Chen Fan sat down, the old man also sat down and then said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Wu Sheng, from the East."
Wu Sheng.
Chen Fan smiled and said, "My name is Chen Fan, a pleasure to meet you."
"A pleasure to meet you."
Wu Sheng nodded. "You are the controller of the third character, aren't you? Oh, no need to ask. If you didn't possess the third key, you wouldn't have found me."
"Yes."
Chen Fan nodded and said, "I do indeed possess a seal key. I just came from the Hall of Gods; I just left."
"Mm, so why have you come to see me?"
"According to the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena, the gate of space is about to open."
"That's right."
Wu Sheng nodded, confirming the news. "In a month at most, the gate of space will open automatically."
"Why?"
"Because I..."
Wu Sheng did not conceal it. "For so many years, I have been eroding the power of the seal. The eye of the formation is about to shatter. By the way, the key is the eye of the formation."
"You want to release the ancient demonic beasts inside?"
"No."
Wu Sheng shook his head. "I will kill my way in."
"... Why?" Chen Fan was very curious.
This person actually intended to fight his way into the gate of space.
"Because my father suppressed them. My strength surpasses my ancestors. I want to kill my way into the gate of space and slay the so-called Eight Generals of Ancient Demons..."
"Wait."
Chen Fan was shocked. "You said you are a descendant of Wu Ji?"
"That's right."
"Then... how old are you?"
"Less than a hundred years old."
"Hmm?"
Chen Fan was dumbfounded.
The timeline didn't match.
Wu Ji was a figure from what era? Calculating it, it had been at least several thousand years, right?
Wu Sheng, less than a hundred years old, how could he be a descendant of that person?
Could it be that Wu Ji wasn't dead?
"Don't overthink it."
Mentioning his father, Wu Sheng was very calm. "When I was born, my father sealed me with a heavenly method. I only revived a hundred years ago."