Jian Lao pondered for a moment, but then shook his head.

Chen Tian let out a long breath and said in a low voice: "Behind this, there must be a turbulent chess game!"

Jian Lao raised his head slightly, his white eyebrows slightly wrinkled, staring at Chen Tian's knife-like face, and said slightly: "Chess game.

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"Then who is this person playing chess?"

"Is there a more powerful existence?"

Jian Lao himself denied what he said, shook his head, and said: "Now that you are a cultivator, a being that transcends the cognition of the Spiritual Continent, is there anything higher than this?"

Chen Tian shook his head slightly and whispered: "I don't know, but you are right, Mr. Jian. At least for now, no one knows whether there is a more powerful existence above me."

"Actually, this can't be said too absolutely!"

Chen Tian suddenly changed the subject, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Jian Lao, and whispered: "Within the planes we know and see, the so-called sky, the sky, and the way of heaven are not all stronger than us. Does it exist?"

"Just like the sound of the Emperor's Tribulation."

"He very forcefully informed everyone on the Lingwu Continent that anyone who has reached the Imperial Realm must go to this unwarranted Imperial Tribulation."

"We are all going to face this near-death disaster."

"But it is very tough to force all strong people to go!"
Chapter completed!