After refining the Devouring Sky Sparrow into Spirit Pills, Jiang Ping'an turned his gaze to Hu Yan'er, who had just emerged from the bushes.
Hu Yan'er had already transformed into human form. A moon-white dress draped over her tall, slender figure, silver hair cascading over her shoulders. Her branches were delicate and her fruits abundant, her skin like congealed cream, her beauty like a celestial maiden's—yet her bearing was pitifully delicate.
"How much is your magical power suppressed when you transform into human form?" Jiang Ping'an asked curiously.
Hu Yan'er replied, "About twenty percent."
"Let's go." Jiang Ping'an withdrew his gaze and flew toward the exit of the Divine Origin Ruins.
Hu Yan'er immediately followed.
With Hu Yan'er beside him, Jiang Ping'an no longer used the Ever-Safe Vestment, and trouble came more often. From time to time, native creatures attacked them.
However, his strength was formidable. No matter how many native creatures came, he easily killed them in return, then refined them into Spirit Pills with the Creation Furnace.
Most native creatures were at the fourth or fifth realm. The Spirit Pills refined from them contained immense vital energy—were they not heavenly treasures to him as well?
There was still half a month before the three-month deadline when Jiang Ping'an and Hu Yan'er reached the vicinity of the exit. However, the exit had already been sealed off by a great number of native creatures, from the ground to the sky.
The exit being surrounded was only to be expected.
Why was entering the Divine Origin Ruins so perilous, sometimes even resulting in an entire party being wiped out? The greatest reason was that, when it came time to leave, vast numbers of native creatures blocked the exit.
"Young Master Jiang, what should we do?" Hu Yan'er asked worriedly.
Jiang Ping'an