“Is this… the eighth heaven?”
Chen Ping wanted to get up, but found his whole body in severe pain. Just a slight movement tugged at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.
He lowered his head to look at his body. The wounds were still bleeding, but the meridians inside were severely damaged. His spiritual power was almost depleted, making it hard to maintain even the first level of the Earth Immortal realm.
“Fortunately… I arrived alive at the eighth heaven…”
Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief. He struggled to stretch out his hand, wanting to pick up the Dragon Slaying Sword beside him, but found he did not even have the strength to lift his hand.
He could only lie on the grass, gasping for air, recovering his strength.
He knew that now was not the time to relax.
Although he had arrived at the eighth heaven, he still did not know where the God King Palace was. Moreover, in his current state, if he encountered cultivators from the eighth heaven or dangers, he would have no power to resist.
“I must recover my strength as soon as possible, find the God King Palace…”
Chen Ping closed his eyes, began to circulate the remaining spiritual power in his body, slowly repairing the damaged meridians.
The spiritual qi of the eighth heaven was extremely rich, very helpful for his recovery.
But even so, to recover to peak condition would take some time.
Just as Chen Ping was focusing on recovery, footsteps came from afar.
His heart tightened, he quickly opened his eyes, vigilantly looked towards the direction of the sound.
He saw several cultivators in golden armour walking towards him. They were surrounded by a sacred aura, holding long spears, with sharp eyes, obviously cultivators from the eighth heaven.
“Who are you? Why did you appear here?” The leading cultivator walked in front of Chen Ping, looking down at him from above, eyes full of vigilance.
Chen Ping knew that these were the first people he encountered in the eighth heaven, also his hope for finding the God King Palace.
He endured the pain, difficultly opened his mouth: “I… I am a cultivator from the sixth heaven… I want to find the God King Palace. Do you fellow daoists know the location of the God King Palace?”
The leading golden-armoured cultivator heard “sixth heaven” and “God King Palace”, his eyes suddenly sharpened, the long spear in his hand slightly tilted forward, his tone added a bit more vigilance: “Sixth heaven? Now the sixth heaven is shrouded in demonic qi, turned into a demonic cultivation hell. How could you appear alone in the eighth heaven? And seeing your severe injuries, chaotic spiritual power, could you be a spy sent by demonic cultivators?”
The other golden-armoured guards immediately surrounded him, long spears pointing directly at Chen Ping’s vital points, sacred spiritual power locking his aura like sharp edges.
Chen Ping endured the severe pain, difficultly raised his hand, revealing the golden pattern of the dragon clan bloodline in his palm: “I am definitely not a spy… I am Chen Ping, came here risking breaking the boundary to seek reinforcements.
Millions of beings in the sixth heaven are being slaughtered by demonic cultivators, the divine kingdom cultivators are almost annihilated, only the God King Palace can save the sixth heaven from disaster.”
The golden pattern gleamed with a warm lustre under the sunlight, faintly resonating with the sacred spiritual qi of the eighth heaven.
Seeing this, the golden-armoured guards’ vigilance lessened slightly. The dragon clan bloodline was pure and upright, absolutely not something demonic cultivators could fake. Moreover, although this cultivator was severely injured and near death, his eyes were clear and firm, without any evil aura.
The leading golden-armoured guard pondered for a moment, instructed one beside him: “You quickly return to the palace to report, say that a cultivator from the sixth heaven bearing dragon clan bloodline, severely injured and broke the boundary to come, seeks to see the Fourth Hall Master. The rest watch him, if there is any unusual movement, immediately capture him!”
That golden-armoured guard accepted the order, spiritual light flashed under his feet, turned into a golden stream of light flying towards the distance.
The remaining few put away their long spears, but still maintained a vigilant posture. One of them handed over a bottle of pills: “This is ‘Clear Spirit Pill’, it can temporarily stabilize the injuries. You take it first. Whether the Fourth Hall Master is willing to see you, we need to wait for the message to return.”
Chen Ping took the pill, nodded gratefully, tremblingly put the pill into his mouth.
The pill melted upon entry, a cool spiritual power slid down his throat into his body. Although it could not repair the damaged meridians, it barely suppressed the worsening of the injuries, making his breathing smoother a bit.
