Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 359: Squeezing Out Value, Falling Like Rain, Demon S

At this thought, another idea couldn’t help but erge in Lin Ping’an’s mind.

At this mont, his eyes shimred with a cunning light, as if he had seen a new path.

If that’s the case, why not make use of it?

This idea burned in his heart like a fla, growing more and more vigorous.

In just an instant, he figured it out.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and he thought silently to himself.

"After all, these are just beasts, there’s no need to talk about morality or principles."

"In that case, let’s do it..."

He imdiately turned toward the final Black Dragon, his steps steady and powerful, like the steps of a demon.

Before Lin Ping’an could even get close, the Black Dragon was already desperately begging for rcy.

"My lord, no, don’t do this! Spare ! Just think of as a little loach..."

Unfortunately, none of this helped.

Lin Ping’an ruthlessly extended his hand, operating the Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Devouring Scripture, squeezing out every last bit of value from the other.

This ti, he was also very fortunate.

Comparatively speaking, this Black Dragon was the one with the highest degree of bloodline reversion among the five Black Dragons.

In its bloodline inheritance mory, two more profound cultivation techniques appeared, along with a wealth of precious knowledge.

In just a mont, these things all transford into resources for progress, completely absorbed clean.

Afterwards, those Beast Kings of different races experienced the sa fate as their superior.

All their value was thoroughly extracted.

Then, one by one, Demon Seeds filled with power rose out of their heads, flying towards the great sun in the sky.

The range of the Little World within his body began to expand outward at this very mont.

Growing larger... larger... continuously growing larger...

Of course, the further it expanded, the more difficult it beca, and the more power it required.

However, Lin Ping’an didn’t care about that. Deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, countless races existed, and the number of Exotic Beasts was countless.

Even if he needed more, he could devour them and continue to grow stronger.

Afterwards, his consciousness left, and nine suns hung in the sky, continuously refining the residual subtle power of these fallen Exotic Beasts.

However small a mosquito may be, it is still at. Without exhausting every bit of value, Lin Ping’an would be too embarrassed to call himself the founder of Demonic Cultivation Techniques.

Afterwards, thousands of consciousnesses appeared in the Creation Space, beginning the creation of new cultivation techniques based on the new ideas that just arose.

As ti passed, the progress continued to increase.

10%... 20%... 30%...

anwhile, as the strong ones returned, the news of the Abyss of Death gradually spread.

A secret known by one person is a secret.

But when it’s known by two, three, or many more people, it’s no longer a secret.

It will eventually spread outward over ti.

At first, only those above Grandmaster Level knew, then the Middle Tier Martial Artists, and finally, it was circulating throughout the entire Celestial Dao Network.

Of course, this was partly because the three giants didn’t issue a gag order. In fact, regarding anything related to Lin Ping’an, those three handled it very cautiously.

They did not want to provoke this ancestor without cause.

Making no statent, using unchanging to cope with changes, going with the flow, was the best way to handle it.

If Lin Ping’an was unhappy with the developnt of events, they could adjust imdiately according to his wishes.

But in fact, Lin Ping’an didn’t care about these trivial matters at all.

Whether the news spread or was blocked, as long as it didn’t affect his cultivation or obstruct his climb to the Martial Arts Peak, it didn’t matter at all.

In Lin Ping’an’s eyes, only that unreachable Martial Arts Peak was his goal, his pursuit.

On the Celestial Dao Network, all kinds of articles were freshly published, each attracting countless eyes.

"Shocking! A Boundless Abyss Appears Five Million Miles Outside Huazhong City of the Third Defense Line!"

This report instantly caused a huge uproar, with people speculating about what exactly happened.

"The Might of the Guardian God: One Palm of the Abyss, One Palm of Hell!"

This article amazed people even more, as if they could see the majesty and power of the Guardian God through the text.

With a light wave of his hand, he could create a deep abyss or send enemies into hell; such power was awe-inspiring.

"A Million Exotic Beasts Vanished into Dust, the Vast Pit Tells a Tale of Cruelty..."

This article made people feel the ferocity and ruthlessness of the battle.

Those million Exotic Beasts in front of the Guardian God were like ants, wiped out in an instant.

And that vast pit was their silent testant, silently narrating the cruelty and rcilessness of the battle.

Basically, all the trending search lists were filled with this content.

Every sentence and every word spoke of the dignity and might of that Guardian God.

His existence was like a myth, inspiring awe.

However, for Lin Ping’an, these achievents were just done with ease.

What he pursued was not the admiration of others or the allure of power, but that unreachable Martial Arts Peak.

If it weren’t for those Exotic Beasts being helpful for increasing his power, Lin Ping’an might not have even taken the initiative to slaughter them.

At the sa ti, social platforms, chat software, and ssage boards were all filled with discussions about this matter.

Countless people were expressing their views and feelings.

"Truly worthy of being the Guardian God, so powerful!"

A young user excitedly wrote on a social platform. Words full of admiration and reverence, as if they had personally witnessed that breathtaking mont.

"Long live Talent Lin! Long live the Guardian God!"

Another user left his cheer on a cultivation technique sales ssage board.

His emotions were high, as if he were participating in a grand celebration.

"How terrifying! A single palm strike, and he struck out a boundless abyss!"

"Long live!"

"Guardian God, forever the best!"

"..."

These comnts were spreading rapidly on the internet, inciting even more heated debates.

In this process, so details began to surface. So said Talent Lin had always been creating cultivation techniques, making great contributions to Great Xia, and was a great and selfless existence.

Others said Talent Lin was benevolent, truly deserving the title of Guardian God.

But in reality, guiding public opinion in this way wasn’t without so high-level assistance.

Whether in the original world or the Otherworld, praising was always more effective against those unyielding entities.

But unfortunately, even if Lin Ping’an knew about these, his heart had no extra ripples.

This kind of moral coercion was nothing but futile for him.

After all, possessing such a powerful Civilization Master System but only using it to create sinister Demonic Cultivation Techniques.

To so extent, it wasn’t quite aligned with normal people’s thinking.