Chen.
Jin.
The instant he heard that name, Shi Tiexin stopped caring about anything else and immediately began reading her mind.
His demon eye gleamed. Keyword search, memory retrieval, information sorting and consolidation—Shi Tiexin immediately saw Chen Jin within Gong Yudie's memories.
He was a man heavily mechanized.
Everything below his lower lip had been replaced with mechanical limbs, while even the part above it was far from intact. His skin had clearly suffered severe burns. His head was completely bald, without hair or eyebrows, and patches of burn scars knotted together across it. Three long scars crossed the top of his skull, obvious wounds where stray bullets had grazed him and torn open his scalp. Every scar represented a desperate brush with death, and the selfless protection others had given him.
This was a man who had survived a hundred battles.
This was a man whose face had been utterly transformed.
Yet Shi Tiexin recognized him at first glance.
From his sharp gaze.
From the inexplicable air of nobility around him.
From his command talent, where orthodox and unorthodox tactics complemented each other and clever plans flowed without end.
Shi Tiexin was certain. This was that man—Chen Jin.
"Now this is interesting. Chen the Warlord of Chaotic Times actually became the leader of the Resistance Army." Shi Tiexin stopped reading her mind, pillowed his head on his arms, and cold light flickered in his eyes.
Deep down, he did not believe Chen Jin would become some vanguard of salvation. After their long entanglement and rivalry, he understood this man far too well. This was someone who pursued immortality—eternal power, eternal existence, eternal thought.
In truth, this was a desire everyone possessed. Shi Tiexin cultivated and broke through for the same reason.
Every cultivator did.
But Chen Jin's yearning for