“Senior, do you know what happened to the three towers afterwards? And how to make them reunite?”
At this moment, Chen Ping’s mind was already fixed on reuniting the three towers.
Since he already possessed the Demon-Suppressing Tower, if he could find a way to obtain the Demon-Sealing Tower and the Immortal-Suppressing Tower, he would be invincible.
Shen Zhiyan shook his head. “That I do not know. I only know that the Demon-Sealing Tower wanders freely throughout the Myriad Worlds, completely unrestricted by space. No one can predict in which world it will appear.”
“As for the Immortal-Suppressing Tower, I have heard no news at all. And how the three towers might be fused, I am completely ignorant.”
“Oh.” Chen Ping looked somewhat disappointed.
Still, now that he knew about the three towers, he planned to pay closer attention in future.
“Mr Chen, I have ordered the disciples to bring all the resources of Yama Heaven Sect here,” Yan Nantian said as he followed Chen Ping.
If they wanted to recover their strength, they needed sufficient resources.
Yet when Chen Ping looked at the resources of Yama Heaven Sect, he frowned slightly.
Although Yama Heaven Sect was a major sect, its resources were not especially abundant. Chen Ping estimated that he alone would consume them all.
After all, the speed at which he used resources was several times that of ordinary people.
“Good. You all recover inside the tower first. I need to step out for a while.”
Chen Ping did not want to compete with Liu Xue and the others for resources.
“Young Master Chen, where are you going?” Liu Xue asked quickly.
“I’m heading to the Eighth Heaven. The God-King has already returned to the God-King Palace. I want to see the current situation at the Divine Temple.”
“And see if the Divine Temple has any surplus resources while I’m at it,” Chen Ping said.
“Shall I come with you? You’re injured,” Liu Xue asked with concern.
“No need. Even injured, I can still walk sideways across the Eighth Heaven.”
Chen Ping gave a faint smile.
He was telling the truth. Although wounded, no one in the Eighth Heaven was his match.
“Mr Chen, in that case, take care,” Shen Zhiyan said. He was too gravely injured to accompany Chen Ping, so he could only wish him well.
“Yes, I’ll be back soon.”
With that, Chen Ping left the Demon-Suppressing Tower directly.
He trusted Yan Nantian enough to safely leave the tower at Yama Heaven Sect.
Moreover, with Liu Xue and Shen Zhiyan present, even if Yan Nantian harboured greedy thoughts, he would be no match for them.
“Kid, you’re not really going to the Eighth Heaven, are you?”
After leaving Yama Heaven Sect, Scarlet Cloud Demon Lord spoke to Chen Ping.
Chen Ping grinned. “The Divine Temple has also suffered calamity. How could I go to the Eighth Heaven and demand resources from them?”
“I plan to roam around the Ninth Heaven for a bit, do some extortion, rob a few houses, and gather some resources…”
“Don’t you feel any guilt saying that out loud?” Scarlet Cloud Demon Lord said speechlessly.
“Of course not. I only strike against the wicked…” Chen Ping finished speaking, and his figure slowly vanished!
Concealing his aura, Chen Ping flew low over the wild mountains and ridges of the Ninth Heaven. His divine sense spread out like a fine net, sweeping across the forests and valleys below in search of suitable targets.
His inner organs still ached intermittently. The injuries from his battle with Soul-Devouring Venerable were far from healed, and forcibly circulating spiritual power felt as though his meridians were being scorched by flames. Yet he had to acquire resources quickly, not only for himself but for everyone inside the tower.
After flying for about half a day, faint energy fluctuations and muffled shouts from a valley ahead caught his attention.
He restrained all traces of his presence and drifted closer, silent as a falling leaf.
In the valley, three black-robed cultivators wreathed in dense demonic qi were besieging a female cultivator dressed in a pale purple skirt.
All three demonic cultivators were at the peak of Human Immortal realm. Their attacks were vicious and well-coordinated. Streams of demonic light transformed into chains and ghostly claws that continuously assailed the woman.
The female cultivator was also no weakling; she too was at the peak of Human Immortal realm. She wielded a long sword as clear as autumn water. Her sword light was pure and cold, weaving layer upon layer of protective screens as she barely held off the combined assault of the three.
