Ying Cang's emotions rose and fell.
He had never imagined that this world was fake, that he was merely an illusion formed from other people's memories and could vanish at any moment.
The news dealt a tremendous blow to his heart.
Fortunately, his Dao heart was firm enough to withstand such a revelation.
Of course, the main reason was that he knew he could become a real person.
And the key to becoming a real person lay with the white-haired man before him.
Ying Cang took a deep breath, gripped the Crystal Ball, and settled his emotions before looking up at Jiang Ping An.
"I know you're in trouble, but our Chaotic Waters Tribe has no ninth level God King. We can't protect you. You need to go somewhere safer."
Through the Crystal Ball, he had already learned Jiang Ping An's identity and circumstances.
It was fair to say that Jiang Ping An already had one foot through the gates of death.
Yet the Chaotic Waters Tribe could do nothing to help.
The Zhum Tribe could mobilize far too many seventh level and eighth level God Kings. The Chaotic Waters Tribe simply could not hold them off.
Jiang Ping An asked in return, "Where in this God Realm is there still a place for me?"
Ying Cang pondered for a moment, then said, "Go to Creation Mountain. You're at the seventh level now, so you can enter Creation Mountain's seventh layer, while the high-level God Kings hunting you won't be able to set foot there."
As he spoke, he took out a Creation Mountain Command Token and tossed it to Jiang Ping An.
As a major tribe, the Chaotic Waters Tribe naturally possessed Creation Mountain Command Tokens as well.
Jiang Ping An caught the Command Token and stared at it