How could he build up his foundation?
By gathering enough Demon Cores, of course.
And how could he gather enough Demon Cores? Through missions.
A thought stirred in Qin An's mind, and his waist token switched to the Mountain Patrol Marshal interface.
A screen of light appeared before him, but as Qin An studied it, his brows drew tight.
"Looks like something happened after I went too far in the Golden Throne Hall last time."
Qin An stroked his chin as he looked at the screen, thinking to himself.
He had planned to take Mountain Patrol Marshal missions, earn a great many Merits from them, then exchange those Merits for enough Demon Cores to fuel his Fist Technique.
But once the screen appeared, he found only a dozen or so missions listed on it.
And none offered many Merits.
Qin An knew why. In the Golden Throne Hall, he had reduced most of the Demon and False God forces in the Ancient Battlefield Ruins to flying ash.
Because of that, the Demons and False Gods in the Ancient Battlefield Ruins were now like rats crossing the street. Hunted by the Evil Extermination Division, they were having a miserable time.
In other words, it was almost impossible for Qin An to take a mission in the Ancient Battlefield Ruins now.
Even if he did, he would only find trivial missions. They would never earn him many Merits; the effort would hardly be worth it.
"Then what should I do next?"
Qin An stared at the missions on the screen, at a loss.
"Don't tell me I have to go into a Forbidden Land?"
If he entered a Forbidden Land now, he could not be sure he would kill them all.
The Three Major Forbidden Lands had made their intent to deal