The Post Sky Tipping Era

Jiang Mingtian hopped along the streets of Mountain Ring Town, his bedraggled appearance drawing the attention of some passersby. However, due to his identity as a gene warrior, many dared not provoke him and could only stand from a distance, stealing glances at him.

"Talk about being down on my luck, I, Jiang Mingtian, a hero in my own right, am I really going to meet my end in this World Six?"

He let out a long sigh, his mood very low.

Even now, as a gene warrior and having broken through to the Soul Realm, he felt no joy, for he could not shake off Huo Hong and gain his freedom. If he continued to wander with Huo Hong, a dire fate was certain. Only by acting alone could he avoid the Gene Federation’s attention and find a way to treat his wounds and restore his strength.

"I wonder how Sikong Yao is doing now, whether he has been executed or not?" Jiang Mingtian then thought of another person.

This Sikong Yao, who had traveled with them, was not dead, but had been captured by the enemy. However, his identity as a nefarious prisoner had not been exposed, and if lucky, he could perhaps survive.

"Forget it, now is not the time to worry about others. I better take care of myself first." Jiang Mingtian shook his head and sighed, continuing to hop along.

After making a round on the streets of Mountain Ring Town, he confirmed there was no one from the Gene Federation following him.

Finding a stone that had rolled down from a secluded part of the mountain, Jiang Mingtian sat down and pondered how to get rid of Huo Hong and escape the chase.

However, at this moment, Jiang Mingtian suddenly became alert. He abruptly looked up to the sky and then his face changed. An overwhelming power burst forth, and he quickly left the spot, instinctively reaching for the precious sword at his waist. But soon he realized that the transcendent metal-crafted sword was already lost.

In his hand was only a metal stick used as a walking cane, which could hardly be called a weapon.