Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 460: Resource Materials Increase Again, King of Deat

At the sa ti, within Lin Ping’an’s mysterious and vast inner Little World, appeared the impressive bodies of more than a dozen Beast Emperors and Beast Kings.

These beings, who originally commanded great respect on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, now stood like sculptures frozen in ti.

Though not yet completely fallen, their life essence had greatly diminished.

Like candles in the wind, flickering unsteadily.

In truth, Lin Ping’an’s action was not a spur-of-the-mont decision, but rather quite aningful.

Opting not to directly kill these formidable Beast Emperors and Beast Kings on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races hides a unique consideration.

It’s known that the fall of a strong being above Beast King Level often triggers celestial phenona, shaking the heavens, especially with the demise of a Beast Emperor.

If such phenona occur in succession, they will inevitably attract attention from all sides, possibly disrupting the secretive "fishing" plan.

Making it difficult to lure out those beasts lurking deeply beneath.

Therefore, he chose a more discreet thod, sealing them in his inner Little World.

Using the Celestial Secret Technique to mask the event, avoiding the occurrence of phenona.

Elsewhere, deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

Su Die and several others looked at the now-upturned battlefield, lost in thought.

After a long while, soone finally spoke to break the silence.

"Is this... is this a battle above Beast King Level? It’s so strong! Can’t believe at the Eighth and Ninth Grades of cultivation, we can’t even withstand the aftermath of the battle."

"Just how strong is he now? To single-handedly capture over a dozen Beast Kings and Beast Emperors, it’s terrifying!"

"..."

In their conversation was a deep discussion about Lin Ping’an. Sotis full of emotion, at other tis filled with respect. Their words revealed an undeniable admiration and regret for his unique charisma and exceptional talents.

Not far away, Su Die stood alone.

While quietly sensing the power surging and gradually strengthening within her, her gaze was fixed on the land ahead.

Her eyes flickered with complex emotions.

With profound longing, and a firm resolve.

To keep chasing and not fall behind him anymore.

Deep within her eyes, there was a vague hint of daze.

Like stars flickering in the night sky, or a lake stirred by gentle breezes, creating ripples.

In Su Die’s mind, Lin Ping’an’s extraordinary figure grew ever clearer.

In contrast, a strong sense of urgency rose within her.

"Seems... the gap has only widened..."

Thinking of this, she instinctively clenched her fist, her fingertips deeply embedded in her palm.

She understood that only through continuous improvent can the distance be narrowed.

Until one day she could stand side by side with him, facing this world’s challenges and unknowns together.

A few steps away, Song Changkong felt like a giant stone in his chest had silently settled.

The tension and repression finally found a trace of release.

His heart was pounding in his chest, not out of fear, but in a rhythm of gratitude and relief.

The tight lines on his face slightly relaxed now, as if a cloud cover pierced by sunlight.

Life is precious and resilient. To live and witness all the beauty in this world, feel every warmth and emotion, who would willingly surrender to the Death God?

Though at the mont of life and death, he was prepared to face mortality, ready to sacrifice everything for beliefs and responsibilities.

But now safely intact, it’s undoubtedly a better outco.

Thinking of this, Song Changkong couldn’t help but smile slightly, full of the blessing of surviving the ordeal, and a deep respect and admiration for life.

He leisurely stretched his muscles, feeling each drop of blood in his body cheerfully dancing, as if celebrating this twist of fate.

At this mont, his mood felt as if liberated, like long-awaited rain nourishing drought-stricken land.

His entire ntal state also relaxed significantly.

Just then, his glance inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure—Su Die.

With a graceful posture and distinctive aura, standing out like a lone orchid bloom.

Seeing her, Song Changkong’s ever mischievous nature instantly reactivated.

Then, he revealed a sly smile, with a hint of teasing and banter.

"Hahaha... Chairman Su, how did it feel at the mont you fused with the Guardian God just now?"

His voice was exceptionally clear, each word piercing Su Die’s ears, causing Qin Yu and the other three to stop their discussion and turn their heads simultaneously.

And at the sa instant, hearing these abrupt words, Su Die’s originally calm and composed face imdiately flushed red.

Her mind felt like it had been struck by lightning, buzzing and exploding, thoughts rapidly veering towards indescribable directions.

"Fu... Fusion?"

Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes shining with a mix of astonishnt and confusion.

Clearly, she too was caught off guard by the daring and easily misunderstood term, leaving her flustered.

Their surrounding curious and probing gazes heightened the tension and subtle atmosphere.

At this mont, Su Die’s thoughts surged like a storm, vividly recalling the mind-boggling experience, rembering the process of the Thought Body attaching to her physique.

Back then, she could feel an entirely new sensation.

As if an invisible power penetrated her skin, flowed along the blood vessels’ paths, perated into every bone, every cell.

It was an indescribable invasive feeling, as if her body was stripped layer by layer, with the deepest secrets and intimacies exposed without reservation.

Thinking of this, her cheeks couldn’t help but flush, her heartbeat involuntarily speeding up a bit.

Simultaneously, her feelings mixed, with awe towards unknown power, yet timid and uneasy about her privacy perhaps being invaded.

"This... this... this..."

In a whispered soliloquy, her eyes flickered with complex emotions.

As if exploring answers deep within, yet also seeking solace externally.

Her mood was like ripples on a lake, spreading circle by circle, rising and falling, refusing to calm.

Continuously recalling the various details of that mont, Su Die felt ever more incredulous, even with an undefined tension lingering at heart.

The unique experience of body and soul fusion left her both shocked and afraid, yet swirled with a subtle, indefinable sentint.

Witnessing this scene, Song Changkong’s mischievousness intensified, his words filled with teasing tones.

"Seems our Chairman Su is quite nostalgic!"

"Why not share? I’ve never been possessed, really curious about that feeling..."

After a few breaths, Su Die’s face transitioned from rosy to gradually darkening.

Ultimately, sowhat angered and embarrassed, her eyes turned exceedingly dangerous.

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