Still Breathing!

Awesome.

He had made a killing this time.

All the Spirit Transformation and Void Refinement cultivators he had killed before combined were not even worth a fraction of this.

With this one million AFK points, his cultivation speed would reach a terrifying level.

But before that rush of exhilaration had fully faded—

An overwhelming wave of weakness instantly swept through his entire body.

The power of the Heavenly Lord had already dissipated.

That power had been formidable, but it had placed an enormous burden on his body.

Chen Changqing felt every bone in his body groaning beneath an unbearable strain.

Waves of tearing pain surged through his meridians.

His throat turned sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He hurriedly braced his spear against the ground, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing.

The backlash had come.

Overdrawing on the power of a Heavenly Lord, along with forcibly activating the Immortal Artifact's true body—

Together, those two things had nearly drained him dry.

The medicinal patterns of the Undying Medicine flashed wildly in his palm, desperately repairing his damaged body.

Chen Changqing panted heavily.

He had to leave this place immediately.

Although the Netherworld Sect Master was dead, quite a few cultivators from other sects still remained nearby.

If they realized he was now at the end of his tether, there was no telling whether someone might grow greedy.

After all, he possessed not only the Undying Medicine, but also a top-grade Immortal Artifact.

Wealth moved people's hearts.

And this was a supreme treasure that could make even Heavenly Lords green with envy.

Suppressing the searing pain, Chen Changqing slowly straightened.

He turned his head and coldly swept his gaze over the surrounding cultivators.

As Chen Changqing's gaze passed over them—

The cultivators watching from the sidelines all