Jiang Ping An felt deep sympathy for Xing Yi's plight, but even more than that, helplessness.
He wanted to help as well, but with his cultivation, there was simply nothing he could do.
Though he had stepped into the God Realm and become a god, he was merely one of the most ordinary beings in the God Enlightenment Realm, standing at the very bottom of the God Realm.
Let alone the deeply rooted and immensely powerful Zhao Family of Netherworld Island, he could not even contend against forces like Centipede Island or Walrus Island.
Jiang Ping An clenched his fists, his knuckles turning faintly white from the force.
Become stronger. Only by becoming stronger could he gain a foothold and survive in this cruel world.
In this world, there was no such thing as good being rewarded and evil repaid. Only those with greater strength held the right to speak.
Jiang Ping An withdrew his gaze from the distance, lowered his head, and looked at the emerald-green jade slip in his hand.
The jade slip felt slightly cool to the touch, its surface covered in delicate patterns.
Xing Yi had given it to him before leaving, saying that it recorded a Divine Art leaning toward the dark attribute. To cultivate it, one had to rely on the power of the dark attribute.
Jiang Ping An sighed. With curiosity and doubt, he released his Divine Sense into the jade slip to examine the detailed information on this Divine Art.
If this Divine Art was useful to him, then he would cultivate it.
As his Divine Sense entered it, information about this Divine Art flooded into his mind.
Pseudo Shadow Kill Technique, imitated from the Shadow Kill Technique.
The Shadow Kill Technique had originated from an intelligence organization in the Fifth God