The "Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Eating Manual" is quietly operating.

Like an invisible giant hand, it is exploring deeply into the deep and majestic blood memories of the beast kings and beast emperors.

Those memory fragments are as vast and complex as the sea of ​​stars, and each one carries unique survival wisdom and combat experience.

As the scriptures continue to be circulated and excavated, these memories begin to appear one by one, like an ancient scroll being slowly unfolded.

Lin Ping'an's consciousness carefully screened and refined these precious memories.

The "Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Eating Manual" that he was practicing also demonstrated amazing discernment.

The useful essence of knowledge, like the sharp edge of a sword, breaks through the chaos and is absorbed.

And those useless dregs are gently brushed away like sand, leaving no trace.

The essence of flesh and blood is the powerful source of strength that the Beast King has honed over countless years.

Under the guidance of the scriptures, they gradually peel off and turn into balls of dazzling light.

Mental power is the crystallization of will condensed after fighting life and death.

Just like a rushing river, it converges into the true scriptures.

Blood memory is the most precious treasure.

Whether it is hunting skills, racial heritage, or even unique secret techniques.

At this moment, they were all stripped away from the deep blood imprint.

It is like the bright stars being plucked from the boundless night sky, shining with incomparable dazzling light.

Eventually, it was integrated into Lin Ping'an's mind and became part of the foundation for stepping into a higher realm.

Roars and cries burst out from the depths of the hearts of many beasts.

As for why it was in my heart, it was naturally because I couldn’t make any sound when I opened my mouth.

As the creator of the small world inside his body, Lin Pingan can change the rules with just a thought.

Any possibility that this might disturb Him would naturally be nipped in the bud.

Among all the races, the existence of the Beast Emperor and the Beast King is undoubtedly a legend at the overlord level.

Its mighty power shook the entire world. Every flap of its wings and every roar it made was enough to shake the mountains and rivers and make the stars and the moon pale in comparison.

Its might is like that of a chaotic beast at the beginning of the world, unrivaled and unique in the world.

However, at this moment, the Beast Emperors and Beast Kings who once shocked all races and made countless creatures worship them are here.

But like a meteor streaking across the sky, it fell in silence.

And he did not fall on the vast battlefield of all races, but in the small world hidden deep inside Lin Ping'an's body.

One after another, these once glorious overlords fell silently.

It was as if the invisible hand of fate had taken away their dazzling halos one by one.

The terrifying body of several thousand meters long once carried countless glory and dreams.

Now, it is quietly sinking into that deep little world, allowing time to erode it and its power to dissipate.

As the beast emperors and beast kings fell one by one, a completely new scene began to unfold here.

The original boundary quietly spread out like mist in the morning light.

The once tight boundary between heaven and earth seemed to be gently pushed open by an invisible hand, extending towards the endless unknown, giving it a broader and deeper dimension.

Grass and trees grow luxuriantly in this new world, full of green.

Every leaf seems to carry the rhythm of life.

It sparkles with crystal luster in the sun and dances lightly in the wind, like a symphony in praise of life.

Deep in the forest, ancient trees rise from the ground, their branches and leaves interweaving into a dragnet, providing a paradise for living and reproduction.

The power of law also underwent subtle changes at this moment, from the previous rough chaos to meticulous, tightly ordered.

The power that comes from the origin of heaven and earth runs through all things like a silk thread.

Constructing a grand and sophisticated network of laws, making the operation of the entire small world more harmonious and smooth.

The breath of life becomes stronger and stronger in such changes, and every inch of land and every piece of water is surging with vitality.

Of course, compared with the previous gains from swallowing the secret realm, it is still a lot less.

Although in terms of grade, the two may be similar, it can even be said that the Devouring Beast King is of a higher grade.

But in terms of effect, the benefits obtained from individuals are far less numerous and less significant than those from the overall secret realm.

After a moment, Lin Ping'an once again immersed himself in practicing his latest divine technique, "The True Scripture of the Return of All Things to One".

Compared with others, it is more important to practice the three thousand laws to the limit of ninety-nine percent.

At present, devouring individual beast emperors, beast kings, even beast gods, and even secret realms will not make much progress in terms of overall strength.

If we can break through to a new level, then a real qualitative change will occur.

A moment passed, as Lin Pingan immersed most of his mind in cultivation.

The profound and mysterious power of the law instantly filled the space inside and outside the villa like a tide.

Every inch of air seems to contain unspeakable energy and order.

Invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent.

It is like the most mysterious rhythm between heaven and earth, flowing in every corner, every brick and tile, and every flower and plant of the villa.

at the same time.

A vast area within a million miles in radius.

Whether it is a bustling city or a desolate countryside.

Whether it is towering mountains or rivers, lakes and seas.

All places within this range can feel that the frequency of the laws hidden deep within all things is gradually increasing and becoming clear and easy to understand.

This change is subtle but firm, like a variation in a grand piece of music, and seems to foreshadow some extraordinary event is about to happen.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were plucking the strings of the universe.

And the mysterious power of laws permeates inside and outside the villa, as well as within a million miles.

This is the most gripping chord in this magnificent melody.

As the saying goes, a mountain is not magical because of its height, but because of the immortals living there; a river is not magical because of its depth, but because of the dragons living there.

Now, that's it.

For a strong man like Lin Ping'an, even if he does not interfere with anything, just normal practice is enough to change the surrounding environment.

It was just like the legendary saint being born, with purple air coming from the east for three thousand miles.

Wherever you are, it is the temple; the place where you step is the blessed land.

In fact, if Lin Ping'an had not been practicing "Tian Ji Jue" all the time, he would have concealed most of its power.

At this moment, all the strong men in the human world of Daxia will be immersed in analyzing the mysteries of the laws, intoxicated and infatuated, and unwilling to wake up for a long time.

Even people below the ninth rank will constantly feel flashes of inspiration, become intoxicated with cultivation, and forget all other tedious matters of life.

Just like in mythology, wherever the Buddha is, there is the Buddha’s kingdom.

At the same time.

In the core area of ​​the battlefield of all races, a certain race of exotic beasts has been thriving and multiplying from generation to generation, deep in the secret forbidden area.

A heavy and mysterious atmosphere permeates like thick ink.

In this vast and primitive secret land, a majestic and rugged building stands tall.