A Petty Clown
This future spirit, "White Yang," was the supreme essence of the Primordial Origin Star Core. At this moment, as the mass of essence entered He Ping's brow, it resembled a fire dragon. He enveloped it with his will and slowly refined it.
No one really came to interfere with my refinement of this White Yang spirit.
With He Ping's strength, he could have defeated the Crimson Yang spirit and seized the White Yang spirit with a flick of his fingers. He had deliberately toyed with it only to see whether anyone was lurking in the dark, ready to launch a sneak attack against him.
"It seems that the several Heavenly King titans who descended into this world also do not dare to fight me lightly... As for the Lord of the Divine Court, he will not show himself lightly before resolving his own problems."
He Ping understood this perfectly well.
"Wu Yousheng should be attempting to refine the Behind-the-Scenes Black Hand. Unless he achieves complete perfection, he will not emerge from seclusion. Besides, the Lord of the Divine Court may have his eyes on him as well."
He himself had come from the future age and endured untold hardships, making countless arrangements before reaching this point.
Wu Yousheng, on the other hand, had practically soared to the heavens in a single step. Once he refined the Behind-the-Scenes Black Hand, he too would advance by leaps and bounds and attain the supreme realm.
Still, the Behind-the-Scenes Black Hand was somewhat inferior in overall strength. It was only stronger than the Heavenly Kings, and still far beneath the Lord of the Divine Court and the Emperor You.
"These fellows are also pulling tricks behind the scenes. Even I do not know what methods these titans have hidden away... I