Never loosen the reins on a high-level lifeform—this was the lesson learned from the destruction of countless worlds.
"I underestimated him."
"He is far more dangerous than we are. We should tighten his reins."
"He is too young. Do not let him casually cross that threshold."
While Lu PingAn was observing the "virus," others were observing him as well.
He was too important. Lady Lin and the demigods of the Eastern Kingdom were the ones who truly understood his value.
The output of Professionals was now seven times what it had been a year ago. This was still the production limit of the New Holy Land, not the upper limit of society's ever-expanding demand.
As for high-level transcendents, they had gained an opportunity to break through. They could remove a "part" of themselves and trade it harmlessly. This World's Logic of "equal trade" was more terrifying than anyone had imagined. A great many top-tier combatants had gained a once-in-a-millennium chance to advance.
As for his combat ability, neither the Eastern Kingdom nor the Pan-Humanity Front lacked gods. Naturally, they would not lack one young man at Tier Seven or Eight.
Naturally, his actions drew more attention as well. Even with a certain degree of immortality, there was still concern that he might be surrounded and killed by targeted abilities.
The big shots keeping watch on Lu PingAn did not mean their Main Bodies had followed him here. At their level, merely a portion of an avatar was enough to watch over him.
What they were watching for was Lu PingAn being besieged. If that happened, they would hasten over to support him.
This level of "surveillance" was already a form of preferential treatment.
And to those watching Lu PingAn, his "little gift" was no secret. Especially since the "materials" Lu