Watching everyone leave one after another, Jiang Ping An let out a slight sigh of relief.
This was probably the art of language—making difficult matters simple.
He had successfully persuaded this group to leave without any direct conflict breaking out.
"This matter is far from over."
"Though this group has left, once word spreads, there will definitely be another batch of people coming."
The Sacred Land was vast. There were already a great many formal disciples under the Four Great Divine Halls; counting registered disciples and heaps of servants, the number was impossible to estimate.
If he had to talk every group into leaving, he would have no time left to cultivate.
To save his breath and devote his energy to cultivation, Jiang Ping An set up a simple projection formation.
He projected a line of words above Galaxy Lake:
"The inheritance has been sealed by a True God powerhouse. Low-level Spirits have no chance of obtaining it. Patrolmen regularly patrol this place. Once discovered, offenders will be dealt with severely."
To make the words clearly visible, Jiang Ping An enlarged and brightened them.
Galaxy Lake was always shrouded in night, making those glowing words especially conspicuous.
From then on, anyone who entered Galaxy Lake would see those words.
Even if someone still coveted the inheritance, at most they would come take a look before leaving.
After all, they had no ability to break the formation set up by a True God Realm powerhouse.
Those who did possess such ability should know the inheritance here very well, and would not come.
From the conversations of those few powerhouses, he had learned that the inheritance seemed to contain something exceedingly evil—something even True Gods were unwilling to touch.
After setting up the projection, Jiang Ping An continued cultivating.
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