Tian Ming's Magic Robe was tattered, and his body was covered in bloodstains.
His flesh, bones, meridians, and everything else were tightly bound by blood-colored chains, leaving him almost no freedom at all.
This miserable appearance made it truly difficult to believe that he was the man who had once single-handedly stirred up the Righteous-Demonic War and welcomed the return of the Nine Great Immortal Sects.
"Looks like the rumors were true. Tian Ming really was targeted by the Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords of the Nether Prison Sect, and more than one of them had set their sights on him."
Li Chang'an pondered in secret. Merely being targeted by Heavenly Lord Mu Teng and Heavenly Lord Hua Xue had already left him in danger time and again.
And the number of Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords targeting Tian Ming was even greater.
Unlike Li Chang'an, he had no powerful figures behind him, and in the end, he had fallen into such a state.
Li Chang'an knew perfectly well that if Du Yi and Luo Yu had not protected him so fiercely, his own fate would not have been much better.
"I wonder what opportunity these three Spirit Transformation cultivators from the Nether Prison Sect want?"
Li Chang'an was somewhat curious about that opportunity.
Any opportunity that could move even Spirit Transformation cultivators was bound to be extraordinary. It might even be connected to ancient times, or perhaps the Mythological Era.
However, he did not dare reveal himself to ask. He did not even dare release the slightest trace of Spiritual Sense Power. He could only remain quietly where he was, concealing every trace of his aura like a stone.
"If I am discovered, this will become troublesome."
Li Chang'an held his breath and focused his mind, making no movement whatsoever.
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