Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 366: The Overbearing Lin Ping’an—Destroying You Has Nothing to Do with Me? Devouring the Secret Realm, Obliterating the Sect

"Announcement, from this moment, the Small Secret Realm will be reclaimed, those with bloodline contamination will die, and the others will all be incorporated into Great Xia."

As the words fell, a trace of indifference and coldness flashed in the depths of Lin Ping’an’s eyes, as if a god high above passing judgment.

His long and well-defined fingers paused slightly in mid-air, as if searching for some invisible thread in the air.

The fingertip trembled lightly, seemingly random yet incredibly precise in pointing into the Void.

At that moment, it seemed as though the entire space subtly quivered due to this action.

His finger was like an invisible paintbrush, sketching a mysterious and unfathomable trajectory on the boundless canvas of Space Law.

With this touch, faint ripples appeared around the space.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, spreading layers of spatial ripples.

Instantly, a vast and majestic power erupted from the point of contact, sweeping over the entire Small Secret Realm like a tidal wave.

Under the influence of this power, the indigenous Human Race within the Small Secret Realm, who were bustling and each doing their duties, along with the Sect disciples who had not implanted Exotic Beast bloodlines.

Disappeared one after another in the blink of an eye.

Their figures seemed to be guided by an invisible hand, crossing the distance of time and space in an instant, being transferred outside the Small Secret Realm.

This process was silent yet deeply moving.

As if it was a great change between heaven and earth, it wiped out nearly ninety-nine percent of life traces in the Small Secret Realm.

At this moment, aside from a few scattered remnants still lingering with traces of presence, the Small Secret Realm had become vast and desolate, as if it had just undergone a great migration.

Inside the empty Sect’s Small Secret Realm.

Those decayed existences that still contained Exotic Beast bloodlines, like shadows forgotten by time, persisted in the dark corners.

At this moment, they stared wide-eyed in astonishment, the pupils reflecting the earth-shattering change before them.

In the world, winds and clouds shifted, and boundless energy waves swept in like raging torrents, shocking the hearts of these already feeble creatures.

This sudden upheaval seemed to be the world’s final judgment on them, filling their hearts with unprecedented fear and unease.

"No! No! No!"

"Damn it! It can’t be like this! This is our Sect’s millennium foundation!"

"Bastard! Let go of me!"

"Roar! Kill kill kill!"

"..."

Despite the intense survival instinct surging in their hearts, and the impulse to fight back that was about to burst forth.

It was all futile; they could only helplessly watch their Qi Blood power struggle under that invisible suppression, unable to fully unleash.

The suppressive force was like a towering mountain, heavy and unshakable, no matter how they roared or struggled, unable to move it even slightly.

The trembling body, the conflicted expression, and those eyes filled with despair yet unwillingness, all silently proclaimed to the world.

Even trapped in a hopeless situation, these hybrids never stopped rebelling.

But before Lin Ping’an’s methods, the last remnant of these decayed beasts seemed insufficient to alter the trajectory of fate.

The recent cold words, like a sharp blade of ice, sliced through the quiet space.

Every word seemed to carry endless indifference and determination.

When these words fell, even the air seemed to freeze, transforming into an invisible hammer of judgment, exposing their fate thoroughly under broad daylight.

Throughout the process, Lin Ping’an’s gaze remained calm as a still well, without a trace of compassion or pity.

His figure stood tall and proud, like an ancient and immovable statue.

Facing the terrified indigenous people and Sect Influence of the Small Secret Realm, there was never a moment of hesitation, or any intention to consult their opinions.

The indifferent expression seemed to articulate the essence of the world where the weak are prey to strong.

The life and death, honor and disgrace of these Sect Influence defenders, in Lin Ping’an’s view, were nothing more than an insignificant sideshow.

All happening silently clarifies a cruel yet realistic truth.

When power is imbalanced, the destruction by the strong of the weak is, for the weak, like the frost, rain, and snow of nature.

No matter whether you accept it or not, it is an irresistible fate.

To sum it up in one sentence.

Destroy you, what matter is it to me?

At this moment, Lin Ping’an sensed the swift disappearance of energy in the Spiritual Domain.

Watching the countless tracks leaving like meteors, he nodded in satisfaction.

Preliminary clearing work completed, the next step is naturally to begin the main course.

In the next instant, Lin Ping’an suddenly restrained that terrifying pressure capable of changing the color of heaven and earth, beginning to wholeheartedly engulf the entire Small Secret Realm.

And those hybrid bastards left here, crawled up from the ground in a state of disarray.

Their mouths emitted ghostly wails and howls, piercing the night sky, mourning and shrill.

At the same time, their bodies began to distort and deform.

Unusual veins emerged beneath the skin, ominous lights flickered in the depths of their pupils.

Their original human forms were gradually replaced by terrifying monster images.

And they attempted to retaliate in this novel, sinister, and vile posture.

However, in front of Lin Ping’an, all this seemed so pale and powerless.

Facing the frenzied monsters swarming from everywhere in the Small Secret Realm, he remained unmoved, with nothing but indifference and fearlessness in his eyes.

"Ha! The dying struggle of the weak."

In the next breath, the air seemed to solidify at that moment, the entire Small Secret Realm began to tremble slowly in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

This was not ordinary spatial fluctuation but like the heartbeat of a living being, or the murmuring of an infant about to return to the womb, carrying a sense of destiny.

As Lin Ping’an’s swallowing thought flickered, an indescribable power quietly surged out from within him.

That power was profound and mighty, like a river of stars in reverse, enveloped with infinite pressure, sweeping towards the entire space.

In the face of this power, the Small Secret Realm instantly lost its original autonomy, the Space Law was completely overturned at that moment.

Mountains, rivers, plants, and those remaining monsters unable to initiate many actions.

Their forms froze within twisted spatial folds, like a forcibly torn painting, gradually being absorbed into the Little World within Lin Ping’an.

The process was silent yet thrilling; those mongrel monsters originally planning for a dying struggle.

At this moment, their eyes filled with fear and despair, could only weakly be swallowed along with this heaven and earth.

Finally, the entire Small Secret Realm along with everything within it, completely vanished after a faint glow flashed.

Leaving only a vast and silent void.