Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 367: Aftermath in Great Xia, All Kinds of Human Nature! Request for Opinions? No! This Is a Notice. Disobedient? Kill!

At the same time.

In the center of the little world within the body, the nine blazing suns from the Celestial Level Technique "Great Sun Furnace Scripture" hung high in the sky.

Like nine brilliant blazing suns, each radiating dazzling light.

That light was not gentle; instead, it carried an extreme sharpness and ruthlessness.

They were like nine sharp swords of light, piercing through the sky and earth, indiscriminately illuminating the newly devoured Small Secret Realm and those still-dissolving monsters.

Under the illumination of the light, the previously diverse landscapes and scenery began to warp and melt...

Transforming into streams of pure energy, blending into every inch of land.

Those monsters, too, struggled painfully under the intense light, their bodies melting away like snow, turning into points of starlight, merging into the energy circulation system of the little world.

The entire process was like a magnificent and grand depiction of purgatory, filled with the intertwining of destruction and rebirth, both shocking and awe-inspiring.

And within the little world, under the baptism of these nine suns, it not only continued to grow but also constantly purified and sublimated.

Aside from this, the edge of the little world was like an ever-expanding canvas, gradually advancing into the boundless void.

The boundary expanded and grew, like a nebula blooming, silently invading, devouring, spreading, merging...

Lin Ping’an’s strength also continued to climb in this process.

At that same moment, the sky of the Great Xia Human Realm seemed to be torn open by a mysterious force.

Countless streaks of flowing light streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, trailing splendid trajectories.

These streams of light were not illusory but carried a heavy life force.

At that moment, they were like being guided by an invisible hand, pouring into the area outside the Small Secret Realm.

At the points where these streams of light fell, native individuals of the Small Secret Realm began to appear out of thin air.

Some wore exotic clothes, wielding peculiar weapons; others, dressed in rags like refugees, with eyes flickering with fear.

The atmosphere at the scene became incredibly noisy, with surprise, curiosity, vigilance, and confusion blending together, forming a vivid and complex picture.

Besides, the reactions of these natives sent out by Lin Ping’an were diverse.

Some people, upon witnessing this series of unimaginable scenes, could not suppress their inner shock and fear.

They knelt down and forcefully knocked on the solid ground, their foreheads pressed tightly to the earth, their faces full of weathered and frost marked with devotion.

They shouted loudly.

"The heavens have appeared! The heavens have appeared!"

Others chose to confront the unknown bravely, gripping their polished long swords that gleamed with cold light, their eyes like torches, staring straight at the extraordinary sight ahead.

Among them, a robust sect disciple’s bearded face trembled slightly with excitement, waving his sword, he roared towards the sky: "Who on earth dares to treat our Divine Sect this way!" That voice was thick and powerful, like rolling thunder, making one’s heart tremble.

However, not everyone chose belief or battle.

Those indigenous nobles who usually lived in regal luxury exposed more of their selfishness and narrow-mindedness in the face of this change.

They stood among the crowd, eyes filled with panic and fear, their faces pale, cursing at the commoners beside them, ordering them to get far away to avoid disturbing their safety.

Or they rushed to the side of the sword-holding sect disciple, loudly proclaiming their homage to the Immortal Master.

Obviously, the latter aimed to latch onto anything that could offer advantage in an unfamiliar environment.

In their eyes, the renowned Immortal Master was the best target.

Yet, not long after they reacted, with a series of ripples, the strong of Great Xia stepped out from the void.

Upon their appearance, they immediately and without a word, released an aura to suppress, instantly stabilizing the chaotic scene.

Then, just as in the previous dozen or so Small Secret Realm integration processes, they explained the situation and announced the handling method.

The entire process did not consider the will of these native human races, nor did it intend to grant them freedom.

To Great Xia, these were both a supplementary force and an unstable factor.

No one could guarantee whether there were ambitious elements or hostility towards Great Xia among these native human races.

If not for Lin Ping’an’s request, the strong of Great Xia would have preferred to keep most of the native human races within their original living Small Secret Realm.

In their view, dispatching martial artists to reform thoughts, establish a new order, and selectively guide a part of them to integrate into Great Xia was the most stable and appropriate method.

Unfortunately, the decision-making power in handling this did not rest with these strong men of Great Xia, and they ultimately had to act according to Lin Ping’an’s intentions.

Resistance was impossible; they could only endure and clean up the mess afterward.

After all, the strong always have privileges.

And Lin Ping’an, as Great Xia’s strongest, naturally held autocratic power and the right to veto with a single vote.

Everyone, every organization, every force, had to act according to his will.

No exceptions.

If Lin Ping’an were the type of strong person with a gentle nature, it would be something to be glad about, as one might secretly engage in some minor manipulations.

But judging from past records.

Clearly, he was the kind who enjoyed doing as he pleased, decisive in killing, with a cold-hearted nature.

If one defied him, death was the only option.

In addition, one also had to worry whether Lin Ping’an would vent his anger on others.

The way to deal with such a person was simple: submission and compliance were enough.

An unconstrained strongest person was worthy of everyone’s fear.

If hard approaches didn’t work, only soft methods could be tried, hoping to influence him.

At least, adding a bit more ties and involvement, that way there might be a slight chance to make some choices.

On the other hand, when the multitude of natives heard the speech of the Great Xia strong ones, most of the lower class widened their eyes in excitement, full of yearning inside.

"What? Enough to eat? The kids can go to school? This is paradise!"

"Great Xia? I am willing to become a Great Xia person!"

"Eating to fullness every meal, with no one being able to oppress us, isn’t this no different than the land of the Unborn Mother?"

"Join! Must join! Can’t let the kid suffer like me!"

"Don’t have to be a slave, won’t be afraid of being beaten to death!"

"..."

Those who had been oppressed were full of joy, but the privileged nobles were furious.

"What? Absurd! This is utterly absurd! Do these mud-covered peasants deserve equality with me? What a joke?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I do not agree! I firmly disagree! Servants are servants, they have always been my servants, in life they are mine, in death, they are my ghosts."

"So what about Great Xia? Our Great Chen Dynasty has three consecrated immortals, using demon techniques to bewilder us is sheer wishful thinking! Those mere Great Xia demon people, we can wipe them with a wave of a hand."