Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 210: Suppression, Soul Search Control, Soul Erasure—

Moreover, as his power gradually increased, Lin Ping’an’s vision, or rather his perspective, changed as well.

He began to focus less on trivial matters and more on the future of the entire race and the direction of the entire civilization.

In other words, as long as it didn’t interfere with Lin Ping’an himself, or what he wanted to do, he would not take any initiative to interfere, acting instead as an observer who overlooks everything.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

A bull-shaped Beast King, towering several hundred ters high, suddenly halted and crouched to the ground.

At that mont, its consciousness beca instantly muddled and in the blink of an eye, it found itself in a pitch-black consciousness space.

A few breaths later, as if awakening to so degree, the Beast King’s thought body began to roar furiously.

"What? Who is plotting against ? Co out! How could the consciousness space beco like this? Damn it! Bastard!"

In the next mont.

Another consciousness followed the line of karma and descended into its body, within the demon seed, simultaneously manifesting as Lin Ping’an within the consciousness space.

Taking a step forward, he appeared instantly before the Beast King’s thought body.

"Who are you? How dare you attack ! Perish, you insect!"

Upon seeing Lin Ping’an appear, the Bull-headed Beast King’s spiritual thought body didn’t hesitate and unleashed its power directly, transforming into a monuntal, towering state, forcefully attacking.

Having experience in battling within the spiritual space, it took the initiative, hoping to resolve things swiftly.

Unfortunately, this beast forgot that control of its own spiritual space had been mostly seized by the demon seed long ago.

Besides, the battle here was one of spiritual power, and Lin Ping’an’s spiritual power was nearly fifty هزار Hertz, far exceeding the scope of an ordinary Ninth Grade.

With two determining factors, neither in its favor, it was at an absolute disadvantage. How could the Beast King win?

The outco was already determined long ago!

In one breath, Lin Ping’an’s demon seed avatar thought body didn’t even glance, raising a hand to slap, instantly suppressing the Beast King’s spiritual thought body.

Like swatting a small insect, a slap, dumbfounded and disbelieving.

"No... Impossible... Absolutely impossible... Clearly, it’s my spiritual space... Why... Why... Ahhhh..."

Sensing the opponent’s hysterical spiritual power cries, Lin Ping’an furrowed his brows slightly, impatiently giving another slap.

Busy keeping it stupefied until it was dizzyingly silent, then, without further ado, imdiately exercised the "Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand" to extract mories.

This cultivation technique, unlike others, primarily targets the soul’s spiritual power and mory, operating without consuming Qi blood but rather consuming spiritual power.

Clearly, the demon seed spiritual power avatar ets these execution requirents.

He can perform soul searching and mory investigation on it.

After a mont, successfully utilized, the spiritual power began continuous depletion.

Scenes from the opponent’s soul’s depths gradually beca accessible to Lin Ping’an.

anwhile, the side effects of soul searching also began manifesting upon the Beast King’s thought body.

Just dazed monts ago, it was suddenly shocked awake by the deadly pain of soul tearing.

"Ahhh... Pain... Pain... Moo... Moo..."

A series of wails, continuous and unrelenting, echoed within the spiritual thought space but couldn’t resonate outside.

From the outside perspective, the bull-shaped Beast King appeared as if asleep, closing its eyes, inhaling and exhaling, exuding Ninth Grade pressure.

"Spare... Spare... Spare ... Master spare my life... I... Old Bull surrender... Willing to be your bull and horse... Don’t... Don’t... Kill ..."

"I possess Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures... And abundant cultivation resources... All offered to you... Can even gather intelligence..."

Worthy of a Ninth Grade Beast King, still pleading even under soul searching agony.

Unfortunately, this ti it encountered a decisive fighter who doesn’t abide by the usual ways.

Others might, hearing such words, easily accommodate this beast, letting it beco beastiality.

But Lin Ping’an snorted, dismissively glanced, accelerated the soul searching pace, contemptuously opened his mouth.

"An insignificant fur-clad beast, fit to be my bull and horse?"

"As for those other items?"

"Killing you, they are all mine..."

The bull-shaped Beast King cried incessantly, intermittently responding, attempting a verbal rescue.

"Items... Items are all hidden by ... Killing... Killing ... You’ll... You’ll never find them..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an’s lips slightly curled, revealing a hint of disdain, casually retorting.

"Ha! Let’s see what sort of goods you’ve hidden, making you this confident..."

"Three Eighth Grade Awakening Divine Flowers, seven Eighth Grade Glazed Fruits... A Ninth Grade Dragon Bone... Interesting... Quite valuable!"

"Let’s see where they’re hidden? Beneath the cavern......"

On the other side, the wailing Beast King’s thought body, upon hearing these words, was utterly dumbfounded.

It never expected to hear such information from Lin Ping’an’s mouth.

This ticulous listing left it internally chilled.

"No... Impossible... How could... How could you know? Damn... Fake... Fake... All fake..."

As the mind scread, with the progressing soul search, its thought body mory began chaotic disturbances.

Eventually, completely shattered by Lin Ping’an.

Thus, the complete mory of this Ninth Grade Beast King was acquired.

And this body was utterly controlled by the demon seed.

The last fragnts of the spiritual space succumbed to darkness.

As ti flowed, the spiritual space would crumble gradually as the owner’s spirit perished, the demon seed could accelerate or decelerate this process.

The difference lies in absorption speed; indeed, if Lin Ping’an wished, he could let the demon seed nourish and reinvest the absorbed spiritual power and energy to sustain the spiritual space longer.

Nevertheless, Lin Ping’an never undertakes losing trades, demon seed avatars typically rapidly absorb, extracting the final essence.

Lastly, directing it into depths, seeking other Beast Kings for a self-detonation.

If this one falls, may as well locate one or several beasts to continue manipulation.

In this Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, not just two-legged beasts, even three-legged frogs aren’t tough to find.

There aren’t few, rely various beasts nurous.

Three breaths later.

Lin Ping’an’s spiritual power thought body transford once more into a demon seed, rooting to control the body.

While that consciousness rged back along mysterious karma lines, penetrating the void back to the main body.

Great Xia Academy, Villa Number One.

"Interesting! Beast King! Beast Emperor! Dragon Race! Phoenix Race! Four Great Fierce Beasts! Major Tribes! Secret Realm!"

"Indeed, Ninth Grade Beast King knows far more, compared to that previous Eighth Grade Beast General, the content this ti is indeed richer."

At this mont, Lin Ping’an perused and organized the mories, murmuring softly.

Through this mory acquisition, his understanding of the so-called Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races or the Mountain and Sea Realm in the exotic beasts’ mory, deepened significantly.

In this Ninth Grade Beast King’s mory, he observed nurous bizarre exotic beasts and many races never recorded in the human race’s annals.

This ti, the greatest gain wasn’t the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, nor various resources the Beast King has yet to deliver, but its thousands-of-years-old mory.

That... is the greatest treasure.