After Chaos Gourd went away, the world returned to a brief period of peace. Jiang Ping'an stood in the void, watching the Liu Guang disappear into the sky, and then slowly retracted his gaze. He spit out a long mouthful of Turbid Qi, but his mind did not relax, but fell into deeper thoughts.
"Thankfully Chaos Gourd took action this time and killed Celestial Race sixteen saints in one fell swoop. This should be able to scare them." Jiang Ping'an thought to himself, his nerves tense. Slightly relaxed, "After this battle, Celestial Race will not dare to attack Great An Kingdom easily in the short term. The fall of the sixteen saints is a traumatic loss even for them."
However, as soon as this thought arose, alarm bells rang loudly in his heart -
"Wrong!"
Jiang Ping'an's pupils shrank, and his thoughts turned rapidly. "What if the person who comes next time is not a saint, but Great Emperor, the predecessor of Celestial Race? Although this possibility is extremely small, But we must be on guard against it. Although Celestial Race's predecessor Great Emperor is selfish and eats Celestial Race's cubs to extend his life, if it comes to a life-and-death situation, they may not take action."
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Although Chaos Gourd was Apex Emperor Weapon and had unparalleled power, there was no chance of winning against the three predecessors Great Emperor.
"We must find a way to prevent Celestial Race from repeating his old tricks." Jiang Ping'an's eyes flashed, "They can use the strategy of driving the tiger away from the mountain once, but they can use it a second time. I can't count on having a helping hand like Chaos Gourd every time."
While he was thinking, a ray of light flew from below. Jiang Ping'an raised his eyes and saw Lin Zihan flying in front of him with a bad look on his face.
Lin Zihan's face was indeed unsightly, faintly pale, and there was still a look of panic between her brows. The twenty or so Celestial Race saints had just suddenly arrived, and she was unprepared. Faced with the overwhelming holy power, the first thing she thought of was running away - not cowardice, but simply unable to resist. The feeling that her life was hanging by a thread made her still frightened when she recalled it.
"Jiang Ping'an, you are too reckless." Lin Zihan spoke rudely, with a tone that was partly reproachful, partly frightened, and somewhat inexplicable, "I almost fell into Celestial Race's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. If you were really lured away by them, Great An Kingdom will suffer a big disaster today!"
Jiang Ping'an made no excuse. He lowered his head slightly and said with a sincere expression, "I didn't handle it well. I will try my best to avoid this situation in the future and never give Celestial Race an opportunity to take advantage of it."
Lin Zihan Seeing that he admitted his mistake so straightforwardly, it was difficult for him to say other words of criticism. She was silent for a moment, then asked a question that she was extremely concerned about, "Celestial Race How many saints are there?"
She has been holding this question in her mind for a long time. She has witnessed Jiang Ping'an kill countless Celestial Race saints over the years, at least twenty or thirty. According to common sense, any force should be overwhelmed by such a huge loss. But today Celestial Race killed more than twenty saints, which is really incredible.
Jiang Ping'an was silent for a moment and spit out three words: "More than a hundred."
"What?!" Lin Zihan gasped, eyes widening in disbelief, "More than a hundred? How is that possible! Didn't you kill a lot of them before? Why are there still so many?"
Jiang Ping'an looked calm, apparently having already accepted this fact. He slowly said two reasons, "First, Celestial Race occupies the entire Celestial Continent, and also occupies most of Great Barrens's talent Earthly treasures. They have endless resources, so cultivation is naturally much easier than for us. Celestial Continent has rich spiritual energy, countless spiritual veins, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures are everywhere. Celestial Race has thrived there for endless years, and the accumulation of foundation far exceeds your imagination."
Lin Zihan was shocked when he heard this, but he had to admit that this was a fact. Celestial Continent was originally the most fertile land in the world, and Celestial Race occupying it would be equivalent to occupying all the cultivation resources.
"Second," Jiang Ping'an continued, "Most Celestial Race saints are not willing to sit down and die after their life span is exhausted. They will hold a ceremony called 'Great Black Heaven' to extend their lives."
Lin Zihan was startled, and then a trace of curiosity and desire flashed in his eyes. Three thousand years of life is the maximum limit for a saint. Although she is in the prime of life now, what will happen in three thousand years? If she can break through this limit...
"What is Great Black Heaven Ritual?" She couldn't help but ask, "You mean, the saint of Celestial Race can break through the three thousand life limit?"
As soon as the words came out, her heart was filled with waves. If there was such a method, wouldn't it mean that she could live forever?
Jiang Ping'an glanced at her, his eyes were calm, but his tone suddenly turned cold. "Great Black Heaven Ritual is a very, very evil forbidden technique. The Celestial Race saint who wants to extend his life will devour the cubs of his own race to extend his life."
The curiosity and desire on Lin Zihan's face instantly solidified, replaced by a strong sense of nausea and horror. The picture involuntarily appeared in her mind - late at night, at the dim altar, the old saint opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the crying baby...
"Ugh--" Lin Zihan almost retched, and her face turned pale. She suppressed the turbulence in her stomach, her eyes full of disgust and fear, "There are such evil forbidden arts in the world! Celestial Race... How could they do such a thing!"
"So even though they lost Celestial Continent, their overall strength has not been weakened." Lin Zihan calmed down his emotions and said in a complicated tone, "Jiang Ping'an, just take care of yourself. Celestial Race has a deeper foundation than you can imagine. I hope you will remember what happened today."
After saying that, she stopped staying and turned around to fly in the direction of Abyss Water Lake Yunshui Palace. As the light flew away, her figure quickly disappeared into the sky.
Jiang Ping'an watched her leave, then turned and flew towards Ping'an City.
Just when he was about to land, a figure flew out of the palace. It was Lan Yu, dressed in white like snow, with a cold expression. She did not meet Jiang Ping'an, but turned her head and looked at him deeply.
She flew in the direction of Qingqiu City.
Jiang Ping'an was startled, and then understood. Lan Yu was originally in Qingqiu City, but now it appeared in Ping'an City - she was sensing Celestial Race When the saint attacked, she immediately flew to Ping'an City to help him protect this place. She knew that she had no chance of winning against more than twenty saints, but she still came without hesitation, regardless of life or death.
"Lan Yu, thank you." Jiang Ping'an turned around and said loudly to the back of the man in white who was getting further away.
Lan Yu did not look back or respond. Her figure became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in the direction of Qingqiu City.
Jiang Ping'an withdrew his gaze and slowly landed in the palace.
The people who had been waiting here immediately came forward to greet them. Ye Qingluan, Ye Qingyan, Hu Yuhua... the faces of their relatives all had the joy and solemnity of having survived the disaster.
"Brother-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't expect Celestial Race to be like this..." Ye Qingyan apologized to Jiang Ping'an in shame.
Jiang Ping'an waved his hand to stop Ye Qingyan from continuing and said, "Brother, I don't blame you for this. This is Celestial Race's half conspiracy. Even if I know this, I must rush to support Ye Family Ancient Clan."
Ye Qingyan sighed and couldn't help but shed tears.
Jiang Ping'an asked, "Why is eldest brother sad?"
"I, Ye Family Ancient Clan, am afraid that I will decline from now on. My great ancestor, grandfather, and parents may all..." Ye Qingyan said in a choked voice.
Ye Qingluan couldn't help but burst into tears and choked with sobs.
Jiang Ping'an laughed and said, "Ye Clan Grotto-Heaven was not broken by Celestial Race, how could Ye Family Ancient Clan decline? I have driven away the Celestial Race saints and the army who attacked Ye Clan Grotto-Heaven."
"Ah!" Not only Ye Qingyan and Ye Qingluan, but also everyone was shocked and full of surprise.
Ye Qingyan and Ye Qingluan said with surprise, "You arrived Ye Clan Grotto-Heaven?"
You know, Jiang Ping'an rushed back after only leaving for a few dozen breaths. They all thought that not long after Jiang Ping'an left Great An Kingdom, they were shocked to realize that it was a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, so they rushed back immediately without going to support Ye Family Ancient Clan.