Whether his loved ones could be revived hung on this, and Jiang Ping An still refused to give up.
He found a cave and waited several days, hoping Demon Illusion Fairy would appear.
Every time that woman appeared, she brought him a surprise.
When people were powerless, they liked to cling to elusive mysticism. Jiang Ping An was no exception.
He hoped Demon Illusion Fairy would appear again with news of the windbell grass.
But reality was always cruel. Demon Illusion Fairy never appeared.
Jiang Ping An asked the Crystal Ball in a low voice, "Senior, did the Lord of Order leave behind any other fragments of his soul?"
"No."
The Crystal Ball spoke helplessly. "You can only find a way to extract the Lord of Order's Divine Soul from the God Power Lock someday."
"Whew!"
Jiang Ping An sighed wearily.
He had faced countless things beyond his control in this life, forging a formidable will, but this still dealt him a heavy blow.
He walked out of the cave. Chaotic Rule Power churned across the gray sky, as tangled as his own thoughts.
Things had come to this. He could not change them. All he could do was go back.
On the way back, a streak of black light suddenly appeared ahead.
Looking closer, he saw a God King wearing a black-feathered coat.
The familiar clothing made Jiang Ping An pause.
Someone from the Dark Raven Mercenary Group.
What was he doing here?
It looked as though he was fleeing for his life.
Were the Wildfire Mercenary Group taking the chance to hunt them down?
As the distance closed, Jiang Ping An's expression shifted.
The man's face was aged, his skin wrinkled, and two large rents gaped in his clothes.
Wasn't this the leader of the Dark Raven Mercenary