Because of the cultivation technique "Painful Demon Body," Lin Ping'an, being the top scholar, didn't create much of a stir or attract much attention.
After all, he practiced it as well, and in everyone's eyes, all the credit belonged to the technique.
Moreover, the label of low aptitude marked Lin Ping'an as having no future.
Even for a Civilization Master, it was the same.
The limit of the Lower Third Grades Realm was to create Yellow Level techniques in this lifetime, and at best, produce Profound-level techniques.
Nothing else was possible.
And this was precisely the result Lin Ping'an, who was in a high-speed development phase, wanted.
Everything was just as he had predicted.
At the same time.
In these few days.
The remaining cultists in Celestial Yang City were slightly clueless.
"The blood sacrifice ritual is almost ready! Why hasn't the Envoy appeared yet? Where has he gone?"
"What do we do now? What's the next step?"
"I don't know! What's next?"
