Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 154: Devouring Heaven and Earth, Promotion Reflections, Eerie Altar, and Blood Sacrifice Contact

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Devouring Heaven and Earth, Promotion Reflections, Eerie Altar, and Blood Sacrifice Contact

Devour them all and store them in the body for cultivation.

At this moment, Qi Blood Energy in Lin Ping’an is continually accumulating and transforming into a hidden foundation.

The faint oppressive aura of the beast corpse begins to weaken continuously, gradually disappearing.

From the outside, its gloss also gradually dims, and the Qi Blood hidden within is rapidly decreasing.

Lin Ping’an then continues to experiment further.

His gaze sharpens, and he utters softly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Devouring Heaven and Earth!"

In an instant, a purple, sinister light envelops the entire beast corpse, and the absorption speed increases exponentially, growing faster and faster.

Before long, the massive beast corpse starts to shrink, gradually becoming smaller, and the powers within it also disappear without a trace.

After two more minutes.

All that’s left is a few meters of dry, curled matter, which crumbles into debris at a light touch.

Elsewhere, Lin Ping’an closes his eyes, continuously sensing the situation of his gains.

After a long time, he opens his eyes and murmurs to himself.

"The effect is decent! Unfortunately, it’s not much use for me, only serving as a supplementary role."

"After all, using a cultivation technique feedback loop to cultivate is much faster than using the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique."

In fact, it is indeed so.

It’s not that the newly created cultivation technique isn’t strong; it’s just that Lin Ping’an’s abilities are exceptionally formidable.

You can only say his skills are simply unstoppable.

In the coming time, Lin Ping’an carefully considers another issue.

Should the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique be promoted or not?

If not promoted, then its creation is of little significance.

As the saying goes, a solitary flower does not appreciate itself, the meaning of creating a cultivation technique is to spread it.

However, if promoted, it might very well provoke a series of problems.

After all, human nature is a complex thing.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique can be used against exotic beasts, but it might also be used against fellow humans.

In a certain sense, using this cultivation technique against one’s own race is much easier than against exotic beasts.

With sufficient interests, the tendency will naturally occur, and the desire for profit becomes an irrepressible greed.

Once a bad precedent is set, it will cause a vast negative impact akin to a turning point for the entire Human Race, indeed the entire civilization.

Civilization Master... Civilization Tutor... Every creation and release of a new cultivation technique profoundly influences the entire civilization’s direction.

At this moment, as he delves deeper into thought, Lin Ping’an has a more profound comprehension of these words and the true meaning of the Civilization Master profession.

Actually, ever since he found that those Evil Martial Artists also continually practiced the new cultivation technique he created, Lin Ping’an has pondered over this question.

It’s just that his comprehension is now deeper.

After a while, after careful consideration, Lin Ping’an makes up his mind.

Promotion is necessary; after all, you can’t just stop because of dangers and abandon the pursuit altogether.

Even if harmful effects arise, progress must not stall because of it.

In history, the backward are doomed to be oppressed.

Of course, the specifics of how to promote and release require another thorough contemplation.

Even if perfection can’t be achieved, one must account for advance measures to minimize the negative impact.

Managing a large nation is akin to cooking a small dish, let alone guiding civilization!

Slowly, no rush!

In a moment of thought, Lin Ping’an turns his gaze to the manifestation of his Spiritual Power.

He feels that this Book of Civilization might play a crucial role.

Correction, monitoring, preemptive obliteration...

Suddenly, his imagination runs wild, conjuring countless thoughts.

This extraordinary openness of thought is indeed one of the greatest gifts from his previous life.

Others might be confined to this world... this era... this order...

But Lin Ping’an is not, his vision and insight have transcended countless times over.

...

Deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, a sluggish Beast King walks beside a giant altar-like structure.

It then casually tears apart several Middle Tier exotic beasts, drenching them in freshly spilled blood, and throws their corpses onto the altar.

The scarlet liquid is instantly absorbed, and the entire altar seems to come alive, continually devouring the Qi Blood and energy from the corpses.

Shortly after, a red-screen appears with the passage of time.

The Beast King calmly inserts its Spiritual Power within and calls out.

"Come see me... come see me... come see me..."

Unfortunately, after several attempts, no response is received.

After waiting for ages, the result remains unchanged.

Seeing this, the Beast King is somewhat irritated, and its deep-lying Spiritual Power is likewise agitated.

"Damn bastard! Are you still not coming to see me? Do you blood food intend to betray the Divine Race?"

The related message conveyed is no different from a venomous curse.

Yet despite this, there is no response.

Seeing this outcome, the Beast King becomes even angrier, continually sending curses with its Spiritual Power.

However, it’s entirely pointless.

The upper echelons of the Evil Cult within Human Race territory, from the Sect Leader to the Four Great Elders and down to the Twelve Zodiac Envoys, were all uprooted by Lin Ping’an not long ago.

Trying to contact them at this moment is nothing but wishful thinking unless there’s a signal in hell.

Clearly, this bizarre blood sacrifice contact altar can’t transcend life and death.

All efforts are ultimately pointless.

After a long while, whether due to energy exhaustion or Qi Blood depletion, the altar’s light dims gradually, and the screen capable of cross-dimensional Spiritual Power contact vanishes.

Seeing this, the Beast King roars in fury, angrily hammering the ground.

"Boom~"

Instantly, a huge explosion resounds, scaring the nearby exotic beasts away.

But this immense power does not budge the eerie altar in front at all.

In reality, even this Beast King knows nothing about the altar’s origins, merely following orders and using it without concern for its background.

Though it can’t be broken, apart from communicating with organizations within Human Race territory and receiving blood food transmissions, it hasn’t figured out any other functions.

Additionally, there seems to be a descending function—if massive amounts of Qi Blood can be sacrificed at its other end, a temporary channel can be constructed to directly descend into the Human Race World.

For this, however, the Beast King scoffs; only fools would indeed descend there.

In the past, those simple-minded ones who adhered strictly to orders haven’t returned alive.

No matter if you’re a Ninth Grade Beast King, what’s the point?

Rushing into someone else’s territory is asking for death!

I heard a silly Dragon Race once foolishly descended there, wreaking havoc in the Human Race World but ended up beheaded and displayed as a trophy.

In past confrontations across those years, many Beast Kings have met their end at the hands of humans.

Of course, many Human Race powerhouses have died to Beast Kings as well!

Yet people cherish life, and so do beasts.

In recent years, Human Race Ninth Grade powerhouses and Beast Kings have mostly adhered to an understanding.

Don’t descend to sow chaos; even if we fight, don’t go all out, maintaining a threshold.

If anybody violates this, death is deserved.

Ten minutes later.

This Beast King captures several Middle Tier exotic beasts again, casting their flesh onto the altar for another attempt to connect.

For the Ten Thousand Races, predatory behavior is entirely normal.

Moreover, anything below Seventh Grade is mere food, mere ants!

To contribute their lives for the great Beast King is their perpetual honor as remnants.

On the other side.

Lin Ping’an likewise doesn’t notice, in the corner of his Space Ring, a tiny altar-like item occasionally glowing.