This is only the third level of the Heavenly Realm. The bullets for shooting down the sun will eventually run out. For the long term, he needs to collect more pills to replenish his Yuan energy.
After looting, Chen Qian stood on the Gobi Desert, sorting out his available cards.
He knew that these people were just an appetizer. Tens of millions of warriors had poured into the battlefield of ten thousand races, and what he would face next was perhaps an endless barrage of attacks.
"The only way is to turn the tables and take the initiative; otherwise, with so many people, they can wear me down to death..."
In the short time that Chen Qian was pondering, figures began to appear faintly on the surrounding Gobi Desert.
The beams of light emanating from Shen Qian's body were like fireflies in the night; if he lingered in one place for too long, powerful individuals would be drawn to him.
Without lingering, Chen Qian vanished from his spot in a flash, and the beam of light that illuminated the heavens and earth began to move rapidly across the Triple Heaven Battlefield.
...
There is no day and night in the battlefield of all races, but as time goes by, the clouds become darker and darker.
With a hint of bloodshot in his eyes, Shen Qian stood on a solitary peak, glanced at the gloomy sky, chewed on a few pills, and continuously regulated his breathing in an attempt to recover his vital energy to the maximum extent.
The "ground" beneath his feet suddenly shifted slightly. Shen Qian frowned and glanced at it, then gently stomped his foot, silencing the movement.
Several figures were approaching furtively in the distance, but before they could get close, they screamed in terror and fled as if they had seen something extremely horrifying.
Shen Qian glanced at them and, seeing that they were only a few mid-level martial artists, lost interest in pursuing them.
Several hours had passed since Shen Qian left Wanren Mountain.
The distance he traveled was only two hundred li.
It must be said that the entire process can only be described as "extremely difficult".
Even with his formidable strength, Shen Qian was unable to intimidate too many people.
Martial artists are inherently fighting against fate; there aren't that many people who are afraid of death. On the contrary, most people think, "If not now, when?"
Shen Qian had lost count of how many waves of people he had fought off. His Mountain and River Blade was covered with a thick layer of red sand, all of which were dried bloodstains that Shen Qian hadn't had time to clean up.
This is only the third level of heaven. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, more than 50% of the geniuses who enter the battlefield of ten thousand races can reach this place.
Shen Qian knew that many more people were still observing the situation.
Just a few miles from the sinking site, countless figures were secretly following.
They were waiting, waiting for Shenqian to show signs of fatigue, or waiting for a real opportunity to deliver the decisive blow to Shenqian.
Of course, these things didn't bother him before he went down.
Although the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races is said to have millions of geniuses, the vast majority of them are below the level of high-level martial artists.
With Shen Qian's current physical strength, even if he stood still and let these people cut him, they might not be able to hurt a single hair on his head.
What truly made Shen Qian wary were the very elite among this group of millions.
That is... those more than a thousand Divine Realm experts.
In a recent attack, a seemingly ordinary third-level Divine Realm expert almost caused Shen Qian a lot of trouble.
The opponent was an assassin known as the "Hidden Clan," whose methods were incredibly bizarre. He could hide in the shadows and approach Shenqian silently, making him extremely difficult to detect in the chaos.
If the system hadn't taken over Shenqian's body in time, that dagger, made of some unknown material, would have almost pierced Shenqian's heart.
The sharpness of the hidden clan's dagger was absolutely comparable to that of a psionic weapon of S-rank or higher, and it easily broke through Chen Qian's defenses.
Chen Qian broke out in a cold sweat and slowed his pace, becoming more cautious.
Even stranger, as Shen Qian continued to move forward, the number of Divine Realm experts who attacked him gradually decreased.
Since the assassin from the Hidden Clan was dealt with an hour ago, Shen Qian has not seen any experts above the Divine Realm.
It was as if all the powerful beings at the Divine Realm had suddenly and tacitly abandoned their attack on Shen Qian.
But Shen Qian knew that this was absolutely impossible.
"There's always a vague unease in my heart, but I can't pinpoint the source..."
Shen Qian stood atop the solitary peak, surveying the path he had come from, but still found nothing.
Shen Qian took out a teardrop-shaped jade talisman from his bosom.
There was originally a pair of jade talismans, which formed the shape of a yin-yang symbol. The other one was in Wu Ling's hands.
At this moment, the jade talisman in Shen Qian's hand was faintly warm, which meant that he was very close to Wu Ling's location.
The Four Heavenly Gates... should be not far away.
Once you enter the fourth heavenly gate, the pressure before sinking will be further reduced.
Without further delay, he soared into the sky and sped off in the direction indicated by the jade talisman.
Just as he was rising into the air before sinking, the solitary peak beneath his feet seemed to lose some kind of support and suddenly collapsed.
Only then could one see that it was not an isolated peak at all, but a mountain made entirely of corpses!
...
"It's getting stranger and stranger."
Chen Qian, who was walking on air, stopped and looked back. He couldn't see many people in his field of vision.
Although Shen Qian was always flying, he was cautious and did not go very fast, which meant that the number of powerful people who had followed him remained at a very high level.
However, as he got closer to the Fourth Heavenly Gate, this number was decreasing sharply.
"Are we inviting you into a trap?"
Shen Qian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the thick fog that had somehow spread ahead.
The jade talisman was already extremely hot, which meant that he was very close to Wu Ling.
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