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With Chen Han's departure, the turmoil in the divine world seemed to have subsided.

But in fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just the beginning!

There are many races in the divine world, and many of them are enemies with Chen Han. They will not let Chen Han go easily.

As for some people who have no grudge against Chen Han, they are eyeing him covetously because he holds the treasure, and these guys will not let go easily.

Although Mr. Mo had given the warning, they all knew that no one could stay out of this matter.

If possible, there might be only one way.

That is to obtain the [Nine-Character Ancient Jade], gain powerful strength, and thus get rid of the identity of a [chess piece].

This matter has also been certified by the Tarot tribe.

It is said that some gods have gone to the mysterious Tarot tribe to predict the future, and they got only one result, which is to obtain the [Nine-Character Ancient Jade].

The Tarot tribe released a sentence, "The Nine-Character Ancient Jade has the power to rival that of a [Chess Player]!"

Originally, this information was inquired by a certain god, and it was very secretive, but for some reason, the matter spread throughout the entire god world.

As a result, all the gods began to get restless.

Maybe it's the desire to survive, maybe it's greed, they can no longer stop.

Of course, there is another important reason.

The small divine world can no longer satisfy the gods.

The God Realm is not a big place, but there are so many gods coming here. And Blue Star is full of resources and beautiful mountains and rivers, which have made those gods salivate over it.

As Mo Lao said, human nature is greedy, and so are the gods.

All in all, the entire divine world is ready to move.

They are waiting, waiting for the strong men in the tribe to recover their peak strength, waiting for the next event to begin.

And there are only seven days left until the first event of the sixth stage of the apocalypse begins.

......

In a remote place in the divine world, there is a small valley.

There is a small village in the valley.

This is [Mo Village], the home of Mr. Mo.

Old Mo brought two middle-aged strong men back to the village, looked at the simple plaque "Mo Village" at the entrance of the village, and sighed.

"Hey, I hope my Mo Village can survive this disaster safely."

He has tried his best and done what he should do.

But it seems that it is impossible to change the overall situation.

"Grandpa, you're back!"

Just as Mr. Mo was about to enter the village, a girl in a little skirt came trotting over.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very delicate, with fair skin and a tall figure. She stood out from the simplicity of the village and was like a little princess.

"Weiwei."

Seeing the little girl, a smile appeared on Mo Lao's face.

This is his beloved granddaughter, Mo Miaowei.

Weiwei trotted over, took Mo Lao's arm, and smiled sweetly.

"Let's go home."

Mr. Mo waved his hand, and the two strong men behind him also left.

Afterwards, the grandfather and grandson returned to their small house in the village.

It was a simple wooden house with only one room besides the living room.

Obviously, the little girl doesn't live here.

Weiwei expertly made tea for Mr. Mo, "Grandpa, have some tea!"

Old Mo looked at Weiwei kindly, "Why? Are you running to Grandpa's place to escape trouble?"

Hearing this, the little girl's pretty face flashed a hint of humility, "No, it's not a big deal. Can't I come over to see grandpa?"

Mr. Mo took a sip of tea and said, "Your mother will definitely be angry if you do this."

"Go back and apologize to her, and don't make trouble again."

The little girl immediately lost her temper. "Ah, Grandpa, you know?"

"I told you, I can't hide anything from you."

Mo Lao sighed, "I don't know if what you did is right, but it is definitely not a good thing for your mother's tribe."

"Grandpa, you said so too." Weiwei lay on the wooden table, pouting her lips like a child who had done something wrong.

"You helped Chen Han leave the God Realm. Does he know your identity?" Old Mo took another sip of tea.

Weiwei shook her head. "I didn't tell him. He probably doesn't know."

"Do you know how much trouble it will cause to your mother's tribe if other gods find out that it was you who let Chen Han go?" Old Mo's grim gaze fell on the little girl.

Weiwei looked a little disappointed, "Grandpa, do you also think I did something wrong?"

"I know this is very risky, but I can't bear to see Brother Chen Han being bullied by the various gods."

Old Mo raised his eyebrows, "Brother Chen Han? Are you two familiar with each other?"

Weiwei blushed, "No, but I've heard of his deeds. He's a great hero of the human race!"

"If it weren't for him, Dragon Country and even Blue Star would have been occupied by alien races long ago, right?"

"Weiwei adores Brother Chen Han!"

At the end, Weiwei raised her neck proudly, as if Chen Han was her biological brother.

"A great hero of the human race, yes." Old Mo's expression suddenly became sad.

"Grandpa, do you miss daddy?" Weiwei felt inexplicably distressed when she saw her grandfather's expression.

"In the past, they also called your father the great hero of the human race!" Old Mo fell into memories.

Perhaps he understood why Weiwei wanted to help Chen Han.

Is it because Chen Han has similarities with her father whom she has never met?

When talking about her father, Weiwei's eyes became moist and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Grandpa, you often tell me stories about Dad. He used to be like Brother Chen Han, protecting our home, right?"

"So, I think I did nothing wrong in helping Brother Chen Han, and I don't regret it!"

"Because we are all the same, we are human beings, we are Dragon Country people!"

Mr. Mo smiled and touched Weiwei's head.

"Just do what you want. Even if the sky falls, you will have grandpa to hold it up for you."

"Grandpa is very pleased that you can consider yourself a Dragon Countryman."

"Hehe!" Weiwei wiped her tears, "Grandpa is the best."

"But Grandpa, I seem to feel the aura of my father in Brother Chen Han!"

"How is this going?"

Weiwei asked suddenly.

Mo Lao nodded, "You are not wrong."

"He has something of your father's on him."

"Huh? What is that?" Weiwei's eyes widened.

"Your father's [Red Dust Sword]!"

"Ah? Really?" Weiwei covered her mouth in shock.

"So dad is...really...gone?"

A look of sadness appeared on Mo Lao's face.

"maybe..."