"Better not gamble after all."
Gambling never ended well.
Jiang Ping An suspected there was something wrong with the [Dao Fruit Pill] Gongshu Ye had given him.
If he swallowed it rashly, there was a very high chance he would die.
What was more, the [Dao Fruit Pill] was meant to evolve an Origin Divine Spark toward a [Dao Fruit].
But he did not even have an origin anymore—how was it supposed to evolve?
If he did not take the [Dao Fruit Pill], he could still live.
But once he took it, even that chance of survival might be gone.
"The Divine Ruins Holy Land is so vast, with so many high-level gods. There must be a way to restore my origin!!"
Jiang Ping An refused to believe that such an enormous holy land had no solution for a vanished origin.
This might be a problem in an ordinary God Realm, but in a holy land, it absolutely could not be a problem.
"I'll first find out how someone in my situation can restore their origin."
He put away the [Dao Fruit Pill], rose to his feet, and walked out of the palace.
Rumble!
The moment he reached the entrance and opened the door, the already flimsy palace collapsed once more. Dust billowed everywhere, burying him beneath it.
"Sigh, this lousy palace. I'll repair it when I get back."
Jiang Ping An sighed helplessly. With a thought, he pushed aside the wreckage and slowly walked out.
Galaxy Lake was as tranquil as ever, beautiful starlight glittering within its waters.
"I slept for nearly four years, and not a single person came by in all that time. It really is quiet here."
Jiang Ping An guessed that even if he died here and lay undiscovered for centuries, no one might ever