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. The Undying Medicine in the deepest reaches of the Creation Heavenly Palace had appeared—would he really miss it?
That made no sense.
The chaotic aura behind the Pill Furnace was too dense. The moment divine sense probed into it, it was shaved away.
If Jian Chen wanted to hide, he was most likely over there. There was another possibility: he had already gone elsewhere, waiting for Blood Sea True Person and Cold Moon Fairy to decide the victor.
A person like him would not lack patience.
Chen Changqing suppressed the thought.
Now was not the time to look for Jian Chen.
The feast before him was too fat.
He looked toward the edge of the battlefield.
Several Heavenly Monarchs were badly wounded.
The Broken Blade Middle-aged Man sat cross-legged atop a ruined stone. A wound left by Yue Hua marred his chest, and his flesh refused to close.
The old man behind half a palace wall was even worse off. Half his beard was gone, one shoulder had caved in, and his protective robe was tattered like a rag.
There was also a black-robed woman leaning against a Bronze Pillar. Her left arm was gone, and a Fragmented Bronze Mirror hovered before her, its surface riddled with cracks.
They were all Heavenly Monarchs.
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 lay right there.
He could not beat them.
These Heavenly Monarchs might have been left bedraggled by the aftershocks of the Tribulation Immortals' clash, but if they truly fought, any one of