Jiang Ping An sat cross-legged on the Cultivation Platform, both hands resting before his abdomen as he held the Primordial Seven-Colored Stone.
With the help of the World Eye and the High-Level Enlightenment Pill, his comprehension speed had reached an extremely terrifying level.
Even so, his progress in comprehending the Fourth Floor of the "Primordial True Martial Scripture" still could not improve.
This was the technique he had spent the longest time comprehending since arriving in the God Realm.
Five months later, the Wildsea Royal Clan mobilized its armies again and launched a large-scale assault.
The Lan Alliance set out to meet the enemy.
Inside Taiyi Palace's camp.
Six God Core Realm Early Stage deities had not gone to war. They stood outside the Cultivation Room, waiting anxiously.
"Brother Lan, how much longer are we supposed to wait? If we don't reach the battlefield within half a day, we'll lose two thousand Contribution Points."
A woman clad in crimson battle armor gripped the longsword at her waist tightly, her voice filled with anxiety and complaint.
Lan Wencheng was equally anxious. "Wait a little longer for Brother An. I've already contacted him with a God Sound Talisman, but I haven't received a reply. He must be at a critical juncture in his seclusion."
The woman complained, "That's exactly the problem. Since this An Ping hasn't replied, we have no idea when he'll come out. If he plans to stay in seclusion for years, are we supposed to wait for him?"
Everyone was restless.
They had agreed to go together and assassinate Zhuo Bufan, a prodigy of the Wildsea Royal Clan. Yet now that the battle had begun, this fellow named An Ping had not come out.
If they delayed any longer, they would lose two thousand Contribution Points.
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