After sending his family into the Divine Origin Ruins, Jiang Ping'an returned to Ping'an City to hold the fort. At the same time, he racked his brains over how to find and kill the three former Great Emperors of the Celestial Race.
"I cannot leave Great An Kingdom for now, and there is no good solution at the moment. Then I'll start with the small things," Jiang Ping'an pondered. "For example, first finding out roughly where the Celestial Race is."
With that thought, Jiang Ping'an used Celestial Speech Transmission and said to the Golden-Winged Peng, "Little Peng, come see me at once."
Before the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the Golden-Winged Peng, transformed into human form, entered under the escort of a guard.
"Greetings, Master." The Golden-Winged Peng bowed respectfully.
Jiang Ping'an gave a slight nod. "I have a task for you. Go to the Central Wastelands and monitor the Celestial Race. Report their movements to me."
"Your command is my will, Master." The Golden-Winged Peng immediately bowed to accept the order.
Jiang Ping'an continued, "As a Golden-Winged Peng, your greatest strength is speed. Even Celestial Race Saints cannot catch you. But you are only a Demon Emperor after all, and your combat power is vastly inferior to that of Celestial Race Saints. Moreover, there are over a hundred Celestial Race Saints, each with different divine abilities. You must be extremely careful. Monitor them from ten thousand feet in the air."
"Yes, Master," the Golden-Winged Peng answered.
Jiang Ping'an brought out the Primordial Bell and introduced it to the Golden-Winged Peng. "This bell is the Primordial Bell. It can suppress time, and its defensive power is fairly good as well. If you are unfortunate enough to be surrounded by the Celestial Race, you can use the