Hunting Heavenly Lords

Chen Changqing withdrew his gaze.

Jian Chen had not shown himself.

If that man truly had not entered, that would be strange.

They had both been chosen by the Inheritance Token. Now that even the immortal medicine in the deepest reaches of the Creation Heavenly Palace had appeared, would he really miss it?

It defied reason.

The chaos qi behind the Alchemy Furnace was too dense. The moment divine sense entered it, it was shaved away.

If Jian Chen was hiding, he was most likely over there. There was also another possibility: he had already gone elsewhere, waiting for True Person Xuecang and Fairy Cold Moon to determine the victor.

A man like that would not lack patience.

Chen Changqing set the thought aside.

Now was not the time to look for Jian Chen.

The situation before him was far too rich.

He looked toward the edge of the battlefield.

Several Heavenly Lords were badly injured.

The middle-aged man with the broken saber sat cross-legged atop a shattered rock. A wound left by moonlight marked his chest, and the flesh refused to knit shut.

The old man behind half a palace wall was in even worse shape. Half his beard was gone, one shoulder had caved in, and his protective dharma robe was tattered like a rag.

There was also a black-robed woman leaning against a bronze pillar. Her left arm was gone, while a damaged bronze mirror floated before her, its surface webbed with cracks.

They were all Heavenly Lords.

They were all AFK Points.

Chen Changqing's heart grew hot at the sight.

These were not people.

They were walking numbers.

But the problem was right there as well.

He could not beat them.

These Heavenly Lords might have been left battered and filthy by the aftershocks of the