Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 286: Three Disasters at the Seventh Tier, Five Tribulations at the Eighth! Delving Deep into the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, Lin Ping’an Advances to the Tribulation Crossing Stage

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Three Disasters at the Seventh Tier, Five Tribulations at the Eighth! Delving Deep into the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, Lin Ping’an Advances to the Tribulation Crossing Stage

Great Xia Academy, within the No. 1 villa courtyard.

Weeds are growing wantonly on the ground, looking like they haven’t been tended to for a long time.

And inside the living room, Lin Ping’an slowly opened his eyes, his gaze like thousands of stars passing by, giving his entire being a sense of antiquity and gravity.

Like an ancient cultivator who has endured endless years, he exuded a mysterious aura.

"Three months, huh? That took quite some time! But, there’s still a lot left!"

At this moment, he murmured softly, his gaze towards the outside carrying a calm indifference.

In these three months, Lin Ping’an successfully dug out a considerable amount of bloodline inheritance from the nearly five hundred Beast Kings suppressed in his Little World.

But each Beast King represented a race, with inheritance memories from the origin to the present.

If he encountered a race with a short history and few inheritance memories, it didn’t take long.

But encountering those with a long history and abundant inheritance content could take several days.

On average, he absorbed the entire essence knowledge of two or three races per day.

After three months, he had completed only half of the progress.

The remaining half, over two hundred Beast Kings, still awaited their impending doom.

In the next moment, Lin Ping’an’s thoughts prompted a black light to rise from the head of a leopard-shaped Beast King in his Little World, the pitch-black Demon Seed detaching from the Consciousness Space.

Moreover, every energy-containing existence, such as its flesh and blood, was absorbed by the Demon Seed, instantly integrating into the Little World.

In an instant, a few hundred meters high exotic beast skeleton appeared here.

Not far away, a group of similarly trapped and suppressed Beast Kings saw this, each with a sorrowful expression on their faces.

A rabbit dies, the fox mourns, or perhaps they were reminded of their own future fate, likely for such reasons.

At the same time, strands of Spiritual Power were constantly communicating.

"The Snow Mountain Leopard King also fell, this damned human race is truly excessive!"

"Cruel! So cruel! That guy is just a madman! He devoured so many Beast Kings, not even sparing the Beast God, doesn’t he fear... fear becoming the enemy of Ten Thousand Races?"

"Who will be next? I hope it won’t be me!"

"Doomed, no hope! I feel this Little World growing stronger, there’s no chance to escape."

"..."

From their perspective, they could clearly see countless different-shaped white bones stacked near the Leopard King skeleton.

This wasn’t the first time Lin Ping’an had done such a thing.

Every time after absorbing, he would conveniently retrieve the Demon Seed, sucking out the last bit of value of the Beast King.

Ever since he tested in the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, discovering that operating the Celestial Secret Technique could shield even the falls of Beast Emperors, Lin Ping’an returned to Great Xia and started wantonly slaughtering the Beast Kings within his Little World.

Anyway, no anomalies would occur, rather than letting them stay in the Little World, it’s better to let them die early for peace.

In a sense, this was also Lin Ping’an’s gift to them after they contributed their bloodline inheritance memory.

Sometimes, death is not scary.

What’s scary is being unable to seek life, and unable to seek death.

[Ding~]

[Slayed Beast King..., gained 26,975... Civilization Value]

At this moment, Lin Ping’an glanced at the just appeared kill notification, and likewise didn’t pay much attention.

Every day he crushed several Beast Kings, the notification appears several times, he’s already accustomed to it.

Beast Kings below Third Heaven, on average, only give tens of thousands of Civilization Value.

Neither too much nor too little, it was just like that!

Immediately afterward, as a thought flashed, a brand new panel appeared again before his eyes.

[Name: Lin Ping’an]

[Qi Blood: 19.2 million cal/19.2 million cal]

[Spiritual Power: 3 million Hz/3 million Hz]

[Power of Heaven and Earth: 3 million points/3 million points]

[Martial Arts Realm: Ninth Grade (Seventh Heaven)]

[Rule Mastery: Gold Law 79%, Wood Law 79%, Water Law 79%, Fire Law...]

[Created Techniques: 21 (click to view details)]

[Civilization Value: 18 million]

Compared to three months ago, Qi Blood increased by more than two million cal, Spiritual Power rose by one million Hz, mastery of Power of Heaven and Earth improved by one million points.

The Five Elements, Space, Sword, Sharpness... the commonly used Laws by Lin Ping’an, mostly reached the 79% bottleneck.

Most of the other Laws were also mastered above 60%.

Civilization Master increased by more than six million, now totaling 18 million, reaching the highest historical peak value.

Now, Lin Ping’an looked at his 19.2 million cal of Qi Blood, also feeling the bottleneck in the mysterious depths.

According to the stolen memory knowledge in the past, this number is exactly the limit of Seventh Heaven Qi Blood.

Beyond that is the Eighth Heaven realm.

However, if one wishes to break through, whether it is the human race or various exotic beasts, they must endure five catastrophes.

Crossing three disasters for Seventh Heaven, experiencing five catastrophes for Eighth Heaven.

This is the predetermined fate from ancient times.

Originally, Lin Ping’an planned to continue operating Celestial Secret Technique, directly cheat, use this bug cultivation technique to shield Heavenly Dao, ignore five catastrophes, and elevate to Eighth Heaven realm.

But for some reason, when this thought flashed through his mind, an intuition from the mysterious depths sensed a hint of unease, as if this wasn’t a good idea.

Having cultivated to this realm, Lin Ping’an placed great importance on such intuition.

It’s precisely because of this that he stopped, deciding not to break through by shortcuts.

After all, every gift from destiny is long marked with a price in secret.

Just like those evil cultivation techniques created by Lin Ping’an, the effects exceed those of same-tier techniques by more than ten times, but they also have huge side effects.

It’s the price, with gain comes loss!

Lin Ping’an stood up, lightly drew a finger forward, and in an instant, space in front of him split open from the fingertip, forming a crack directly leading to the void.

In the next moment, with the line as the core, it tore to both sides, forming a silent spatial channel.

Step by step, walking leisurely closer, the passage flattened the fluctuations as Lin Ping’an left.

Moments later.

Deep in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, 90 million miles outside Guardian City.

In the sky, a space crack appeared, the channel opened, Lin Ping’an swaggered out, taking steps with a touch of arrogance, his expression calm.

He’s quite familiar with this area, it’s the core territory of the Second Prince Ao Hai of the Dragon Race, and the scenery is the best of those territories where the suppressed and plundered Beast Emperors were. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

With a flash, he appeared on the summit of a Peach Blossom Mountain nearby.

Standing at the highest cliff edge, looking indifferently at the surging clouds that rolled and changed ahead.

At the same time, he slowed down the operation speed of the Celestial Secret Technique, gradually lowering the intensity of concealment of his cultivation strength.

Vast and majestic Qi Blood pressure emitted from Lin Ping’an’s body, instantly sweeping across 100,000 miles.