The eight projections that have already been encountered are all projections without self-awareness.
This made Shen Qian's heart sink to the bottom.
When the Nine Kings established the secret realm, they probably didn't expect that the first person to enter would be desperately trying to survive.
When the projection of the King of Words also disappeared, Shen Qian's body surface had already shown signs of decay.
The ever-replenishing Yuan energy could not stop the withering of his spiritual core.
He probably only has a few minutes left to live.
However, Shen Qian did not give up easily. Perhaps after receiving guidance from the Nine Kings' projection, the exit of the secret realm would appear, and he would still have a glimmer of hope.
As long as... we find the last King Jiangling.
They darted forward a short distance, and the fog suddenly dissipated, revealing a broken bridge.
A figure stood at the bridgehead. For a moment, Chen Qian even thought he had seen the white-clad man who often appeared in his dreams. However, after he calmed down, he realized that there were still quite a few differences between the two.
"Greetings, Prince Jiangling!"
There was a statue of the Prince of Jiangling standing in front of the Jingcheng Museum, so Shen Qian recognized the young man standing with his hands behind his back at a glance.
As the leader of the Nine Kings and the most revered figure among countless martial artists, Shen Qian should have been excited to see his idol whom he had admired since childhood. However, his mind was not on that at the moment.
As he waited anxiously before the sinking, the Prince of Jiangling remained silent.
Just as I was about to give up and turn away, a gentle voice finally came from behind me.
"Slow down, no need to rush."
He paused for a moment, then abruptly turned around.
The young man in white turned around at some point, revealing a handsome face with a smile.
With just one glance, Shen Qian's breathing quickened.
Because he caught a glimpse of a unique charm in the eyes of the Jiangling King's projection, a charm that was distinctly different from the other eight kings.
The projection of the Prince of Jiangling has its own consciousness!
The information he received in that instant filled Shen Qian with both surprise and joy, and he quickly bowed his head and saluted again.
"The Prince of Jiangling..."
I know what you want to ask.
The Prince of Jiangling waved his hand, interrupting Shen Qian, and then nodded, "I do have a way to save you."
"Please, Prince Jiangling, teach me!"
Under the gentle gaze of the Prince of Jiangling, Shen Qian calmed down and clasped his hands in greeting.
"No ordinary method will work; there is only one way."
The Prince of Jiangling stopped teasing him and suddenly looked up, his tone becoming ethereal.
Have you ever heard of the river of time?
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