AFK Training the Primordial Nine-Turn Art, Ten Million AFK Points Gone in an Instant
The AFK Points are jumping upwards at an insane rate.
Kill Ghost Cultivator in the Early Tribulation Transcendence to gain AFK Points...
Kill Middle True Lord Stage Ghost Cultivator to gain AFK Points...
Kill Late True Lord Stage Ghost Cultivator to gain AFK Points...
Finally, the remaining balance of AFK Points was finalized—11.2 million!
They've broken the 10 million mark!
Chen Changqing breathed a sigh of relief.
With these ten million AFK Points, whether used to accelerate the progression of Cultivation Method or to increase the cultivation rate of the Invincible Immortal Ascension Technique, one's strength can once again experience a qualitative leap.
Chen Changqing finished checking each of the Storage Rings in his hand.
These twenty-odd Tribulation Immortals and True Lord have indeed amassed a considerable fortune. Their Top-Grade Spirit Stones alone amount to over twenty million, and various Yin-attribute energy crystals are piled up like small mountains.
He stuffed all of these things into the Heaven-Stepping Ring.
Then, Chen Changqing turned his attention back to the system panel.
While the cultivation level of Late True Lord Stage is undoubtedly invincible among his peers, the throbbing pain in his body when he forcibly boosted his combat power by activating the Violent Violence Formula was still very clear.
Although the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art has been cultivated to the Fifth Turn, and the physique is comparable to Top-grade Spirit Treasure, the Top-grade Spirit Treasure -level physical body is already somewhat strained when facing the collision of Principle at the level of Half-Step Heavenly Monarch or even a true Heavenly Monarch.
If I were to encounter a true Heavenly Monarch in the future, or forcibly devour the Essence Blood and remnant soul of True Lord again, my physical defense would need to be upgraded to a higher level.
It must reach at least the level of Quasi-Immortal Artifact, or even the level of Immortal Artifact.
Without any hesitation, Chen Changqing communicated directly with the system using his Divine Sense.
"System, AFK to use the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art."
A crisp notification sound rang in my Sea of Consciousness.
"Bite."
"The host has sufficient AFK Points, so the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art Sixth Turn can be activated for in-depth deduction."
"This AFK session will consume 10 million AFK Points and is expected to last ten days. Upon completion, your physical body will break through to the Sixth Turn, and your physique will be comparable to a quasi -Quasi-Immortal Artifact."
Upon hearing this number, Chen Changqing couldn't help but feel a twitch in his eyelids.
Ten million AFK Points.
The huge sum of over 11 million yuan that I just received, which I haven't even had a chance to enjoy, is about to be mostly deducted in the blink of an eye.
This system is incredibly efficient at calculating AFK (away from AFK Points.
Chen Changqing rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh of relief.
You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.
The AFK Points are meant to improve your strength; there's no point in letting them sit idle and go to waste.
Once the physical body is upgraded to the Quasi-Immortal Artifact level, combined with the immense Law Power of the Twelve Primordial Spirits, even without using Law Treasures, one can withstand the attacks of Early Heavenly Monarch Stage with just their fists.
"Confirm consumption, then immediately hang up."
"Ding, ten million AFK Points have been deducted. You are currently AFKing at the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art Sixth Turn. Ten days remaining."
As the notification sound faded, the AFK Points on the panel instantly shrank to 1.2 million.
A faint but extremely resilient heat flowed spontaneously from the depths of the bone marrow, slowly tempering every inch of bone and meridian.
Chen Changqing composed himself and determined his location.
The Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends have been entrenched on the outskirts of Xuanming City for many years, and there must be a connection between their souls.
Having slaughtered over twenty of the enemy's leaders in one fell swoop, the remaining members would certainly not let the matter rest.
Especially that legendary leader who supposedly entered the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage realm.
Instead of passively guarding against sneak attacks, it's better to find an open and flat area and wait for these bandits to come to us.
Chen Changqing stepped onto his flying sword, transforming into a streak of light as he sped towards the Black Wind Plain on the outskirts of the Nine Nether Ghost Domain.
Eight thousand miles away from Black Wind Plains, in a deep Earth Palace carved entirely from Obsidian.
This is the lair of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends, the Hundred Ghost Hall.
Thirty-six enormous thrones carved from white bones were neatly arranged on both sides of the main hall, and hundreds of eerie green ghost flames hung on the surrounding stone walls, illuminating the entire hall in a sinister and terrifying way.
On the high platform in the center of the main hall stands a huge Soul Lamp Pavilion.
Thirty-six soul lamps, each representing the natal spirit of one of the major leaders, were neatly arranged on the Stone Platform.
Guarding the Soul Lamp Pavilion were two Ghost Cultivators at the Early Tribulation Transcendence.
The two were dozing off against a stone pillar when they suddenly heard a very crisp cracking sound coming from ahead.
Click.
One of the guards was suddenly awakened and looked up.
A deep crack appeared on the surface of the life-bound soul tablet belonging to the thirty-fifth leader. Then, the entire jade tablet shattered into dust, and the ghostly flames on it were instantly extinguished.
"The thirty-fifth leader... has fallen?"
The guard's face turned deathly pale, before he could finish speaking.
Click.
Click.
Click.
A series of cracking sounds echoed in the silent hall.
More than twenty soul tablets, representing the seventh, twelfth, and eighteenth leaders, seemed to be crushed simultaneously by an invisible hand, exploding into fragments one after another.
The twenty-odd clusters of soul flames were all extinguished within a few breaths.
The once bright Stone Platform instantly became much dimmer.
All twenty-three leaders were wiped out.
The two guards were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, letting out sharp, distorted screams.
"Something terrible has happened!"
"The Seventh Master and the rest of them are all dead!"
"Quickly, go to the forbidden area and report to the chief!"
The shrill screams instantly shattered the tranquility of the Hundred Ghost Hall.
The entire Earth Palace was in complete chaos.
A moment later, the two guards scrambled to the entrance of the Blood Baleful Cave at the deepest part of the Earth Palace and frantically pounded on the stone door.
"Boss, help me!"
"Something terrible has happened!"
Boom!
The heavy stone door shattered with a crash.
The extremely violent Yin Baleful Intent death energy transformed into a black storm, surging out from inside the cave abode and instantly knocking the two guards to the ground.
A burly figure strode out from the black mist.
The newcomer wore a large black and red python robe, with a resolute face like that of a middle-aged man. A tightly closed vertical eye was located in the center of his forehead, and visible black Law Chains surrounded his body.
It was none other than the leader of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends, Youming Kuang.
An immense pressure, far exceeding that of an ordinary Heavenly Monarch, poured out from his body.
Youming Kuang has been in seclusion here for hundreds of years, and not long ago he successfully broke through the bottleneck and entered the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage.
He looked down at the trembling guards on the ground, his voice low and rumbling like thunder.
What's the matter?
The guard, his voice trembling with tears, pointed towards the front hall and kowtowed desperately.
"Reporting to the Chief, there was an unusual movement at the Soul Lamp Pavilion just now. The Seventh Chief led twenty-two brothers out to ambush a fat sheep, but... but their life-bound soul tablets all shattered at the same time!"
Youming Kuang's expression suddenly darkened.
"Completely shattered?"
"Twenty-three people, not a single one survived?"
The guard nervously handed over a fragment of a surviving Communication Jade Talisman.
"The entire... entire army was wiped out in just a few dozen breaths."
The vertical eye on Youming Kuang's forehead suddenly opened, shooting out a beam of scarlet blood light.
Blood-red light intertwined in mid-air to form a Water Mirror, in which the remaining traces of Sword Qi on the Black Wind Plain and the Chaos Qi flying everywhere were faintly reflected.
That was a terrifying killing aura that surpassed that of ordinary Immortal Artifacts.