Ming God's bedchamber.
On the Cultivation Platform.
Ming Shu stood behind Jiang Ping An, her fingers gently kneading his shoulders.
She still seemed to harbor some doubts about whether Jiang Ping An was truly Ming God.
Jiang Ping An closed his eyes, his expression calm. "Why was Father able to take control of this body so quickly? Does that need explaining? Because Father is Ming God."
"Father has possessed Jiang Ping An for a thousand years. If Father still could not control Jiang Ping An's body, would Father have the face to show himself?"
After hearing Jiang Ping An's explanation, Ming Shu pondered for a moment, then withdrew her hand and said with a smile,
"As expected of Father. You truly are formidable. With Jiang Ping An's body, Father will surely be able to return to his peak."
"Then this daughter will take her leave and not disturb Father."
Ming Shu bowed and left the bedchamber.
Once the doors of the bedchamber closed and Jiang Ping An was left alone, he slowly opened his eyes.
"This Ming Shu still suspects me. I absolutely cannot let my guard down in the future."
He reread Ming God's memories, gaining another understanding of his past.
Ming God's memories were vast. Ordinary people would find it difficult to review them all quickly.
However, Jiang Ping An's soul was powerful enough for him to read through them at an accelerated pace.
Now that he had Ming God's identity, he no longer needed to think about how to earn resources. He only needed to focus on cultivation.
Because this body cultivated the Primordial True Martial Scripture, it could only comprehend the Primordial Rule and Crystal Rule.
As for the other rules, his main body would comprehend them.
The eighth layer of the Primordial True Martial Scripture,