"I specifically looked into it. People like you who cultivate the Original Rules seem to have a hard time condensing a Dao Fruit. Even if you do condense one, its grade won't be very high."
When Jiang Ping An's situation came up, Demon Illusion Fairy's tone lost its earlier excitement and gained a measure of contemplation.
Jiang Ping An replied lazily, "It doesn't matter. I don't have lofty ambitions. You just need to work hard, grow stronger, and protect the Order God Realm."
Demon Illusion Fairy's voice carried confusion:
"This lady remembers you not being this kind of person before. The old you didn't like talking, but you gave off a sense of drive. Why are you so dispirited now?"
"I never liked working hard to begin with. My wish back then was to revive my family. That goal has been achieved, and my enemies have been killed. Why should I keep risking my life cultivating?"
Jiang Ping An had been forced onto this path entirely against his will.
If his parents had not died when he was young, if he had not been driven by soldiers and left with no choice but to embark on the path of cultivation, he might have turned to yellow earth many years ago.
"No!"
Demon Illusion Fairy rejected Jiang Ping An's answer. "By all rights, with all your wishes fulfilled, you should be relaxed and carefree. But the feeling you give this lady is more like resigned acceptance in the depths of despair."
"It seems you carry some great burden in your heart, something that leaves you powerless to resist."
At those words, Jiang Ping An's gaze turned vacant, and he fell silent.
Although he tried his best to cast the matter of the Martial Heaven Sacred Domain to the back of his