Jiang Ping An returned to the Cultivation Room where he had been in seclusion, settled his mind, and threw himself back into cultivation.
He would not grow smug, proud, or arrogant over a single victory in the Sacred Blood Competition.
He knew better than anyone that his victory had largely come from exploiting the rules and the unusual nature of his abilities.
In a contest of raw strength, he could never have faced more than a hundred God Kings of his level head-on.
After all, he had only just begun to grasp the King-level Third-Order Devouring Rules, Supreme Yin Rule, and Supreme Yang Rule. He had yet to cultivate offensive Divine Arts of the corresponding level, so his strength remained limited.
His next task was clear: master this level of the God Burning Blade Art and improve his immediate combat strength.
After that, he could try to comprehend [Transforming to Primordial] from the Sixth Layer of the Primordial True Martial Scripture.
Or he could cultivate [Judgment] from the Fifth Layer of Hell of Illusory Suffering.
He had not yet decided which one to tackle first.
Both Divine Arts were of such high rank and contained rules of such a high level that, even with the aid of pills, mastering either would likely take thousands of years.
He might not have time to comprehend both to the level he wanted before breaking through to the next major realm.
"One step at a time. I'll focus on the God Burning Blade Art first."
Jiang Ping An gathered his thoughts and stopped dwelling on distant plans.
A few days later, Li Xi appeared outside the Cultivation Room again.
She tossed Jiang Ping An a faintly glowing jade slip.
"It records the Sacred Blood Tribe's rules and taboos that you need to pay particular