Not long after Jiang Ping An finished looking into the intelligence on Starry Sky Prison, Demon Illusion Fairy suddenly sent him a message:
"Be extremely careful in the Third Trial. According to my master, this trial will have a very high mortality rate."
"However, my master is not involved in setting the assessment content, so I don't know what exactly the trial will be."
Demon Illusion Fairy's tone was exceedingly grave.
Jiang Ping An replied gently, "Thank you for the warning."
"Hmph, this old lady isn't worried about you, so don't get the wrong idea. I'm telling you this because I don't want you dying too soon. After all, I want to train you into a mount. If you die too quickly, who am I supposed to ride?"
After irritably offering that explanation, Demon Illusion Fairy cut off the connection.
Jiang Ping An fell silent for a moment, put away his Identity Token, and immersed himself in cultivation once more.
There was still a year until the Third Trial. He could still improve.
Whether or not the Third Trial was dangerous, he had to participate.
Achieving an outstanding result in the Third Trial concerned whether he could receive the Holy Land Baptism.
The Holy Land Baptism was a crucial step in narrowing the gap between himself and the Holy Land's geniuses.
He had come from the Lower Realm, and constrained by the shackles of his realm, his innate talent had originally been capped at the Lord God Realm.
Yet the Holy Land Baptism could reshape one's foundation, raise the upper limit of one's talent, and give him hope of reaching the Void God Realm.
Of course, talent was only talent. Whether one could ultimately set foot in that realm still depended on one's future cultivation and fortune.
At the same