Entering the Heavenly Palace

Chen Changqing withdrew his gaze and began searching the crowd for another person.

This person was quite important to him—that was...

Jian Chen.

That man held four Inheritance Tokens and had spoken of the Creation Heavenly Palace beforehand. By all rights, he should not have been absent.

Yet the cultivators before the hall were packed shoulder to shoulder. There were quite a few powerful figures, and more than a dozen sword cultivators among them, but Jian Chen was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Changqing frowned.

Had he run off?

No.

Jian Chen did not seem like someone who would retreat.

If he was not at the gate, there were only two explanations.

Either he had already gone inside.

Or he was hiding somewhere no one had noticed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Changqing swept his gaze over the hall gates, the stone platform, the broken steles, and the ruined pillars.

The tokens inside the Heaven Treading Ring gave no response.

Strange.

Back at the herb garden, the two tokens had drawn one another from such a great distance. Now that they had arrived at the Creation Heavenly Palace, they were quiet to an excessive degree.

That silence, instead, made one uneasy.

Bai Wuya asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"A sword cultivator."

"An enemy?"

"Not yet."

"And later?"

Chen Changqing said, "Hard to say."

Bai Wuya understood.

Hard to say usually meant that, sooner or later, blades would be drawn.

Just then, a crisp crack rang out before the hall gates.

The cracks in Fairy Cold Moon's array disk widened.

True Person Xuecang opened his eyes, a long saber appearing in his hand.

Taiyin Heavenly Monarch and Kun Yuan Heavenly Monarch stepped forward at the same time.

Lihuo Heavenly Monarch had the fiercest temper. He shouted outright,