Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 369: Absurd! Average Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster Realm; Grandmasters and Quasi-Grandmasters as Common as Dogs in Great Xia

In the subsequent explorations of other Secret Realms.

A Sect Disciple, facing the aloof Lin Ping’an, gripped the gleaming longsword in his hand without any fear.

At this moment, his eyes burned with determined will as he roared to the sky.

"Demon, if you dare, kill me!"

The next instant, the air seemed to solidify, followed by a loud "boom" like a thunderclap.

The opponent was instantly hit by a powerful force, his body shattering like porcelain, turning into a cloud of blood mist that spread in the air, staining the surrounding space crimson.

Immediately after, another disciple stepped forward, the flapping sect flag behind him seemingly symbolizing his resolve to defend the honor of the sect to the death.

"I live and die with the sect! Demon! If you dare, kill me too..."

However, before the disciple could finish his tragic words, Lin Ping’an, expressionless, chose to fulfill his wish.

"Bang~"

The disciple also exploded instantly in the Secret Realm, disappearing amidst the blood mist, leaving behind only a sense of desolation and sorrow.

"Dare to rival the heavens... kill him, and there’s me! I swear to coexist and perish with the sect!"

Yet another disciple rose tremblingly, appearing somewhat weak, but actually full of unyielding spirit and pride.

However, the only response was a cruel fate.

"Bang..."

With a violent shockwave, the figure of the Celestial Phoenix Sect disciple shattered, yet his final words still echoed in the Secret Realm.

"Long live the Celestial Phoenix Sect..."

After that, one by one, Sect Disciples, even Elders, all rose with angry shouts.

Emitting infinite wrath and charging towards the Great Demon in their minds, ready to fight for their beliefs.

In the face of all this, Lin Ping’an just gave a cold glance and judged in a ruthless tone.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating oneself."

After these words fell.

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of explosions rang like a death knell, clouds of blood mist continually exploding in the Secret Realm, each sound marking the fall of a Sect Disciple.

Successive charges, with life as the cost, fulfilling the oath of loyalty to the sect — "Kill one of me, there will be others... "

But the sacrifices, though tragic, were also inspiring, further igniting the blood and fighting spirit within those disciples who had yet to fall, strengthening their resolve to protect the sect and resist foreign enemies.

Sadly, the slim chance of survival this behavior could earn came only from Lin Ping’an’s mercy.

As long as it resonated or touched him, the tragic fate of sect annihilation could possibly be averted.

Clearly, the plan was bound to fail.

When it came to the progression of Lin Ping’an’s martial arts path, any signs of obstruction or possibility would be mercilessly destroyed by him.

It wasn’t just a matter of a dozen Sect Disciples; even if the entire Secret Realm’s people did not cooperate or resisted, Lin Ping’an wouldn’t mind wiping them all out.

Previously allowing Great Xia to resettle the natives of the Small Secret Realm was merely to avoid wasting new resources, yet he truly didn’t value them much.

If these Sect Disciples were all stubborn, Lin Ping’an wouldn’t mind playing a Nine Races elimination game, or even add a tenth race if nine were too few.

Thus, in the subsequent process of devouring other Small Secret Realms.

Anyone who dared attack or challenge him was effortlessly crushed by Lin Ping’an.

Mercy?

It doesn’t exist!

Whoever wants to die, he will send them to death.

Don’t even dream of reaching Hell or the Underworld, as once fallen, the only outcome is complete annihilation.

Long after, when Lin Ping’an successfully devoured all the Small Secret Realms, it could be considered that he eradicated the hidden threats from the sects of Great Xia.

At this very moment, stepping above the void, while calming the raging Power of Rules, he recalled the numbers of the former Small Secret Realms.

In total, there were one hundred and eight Small Secret Realms.

Among them, thirty-six could be considered large, and the remaining seventy-two were relatively inferior.

Such a marvelous number, combined with the memories previously obtained.

"Taishan Cave... Lu Mountain Cave... Dongting Lake..."

This series of familiar names, like ancient spells, easily awakened Lin Ping’an’s memories.

The similarity in Secret Realm names inevitably reminded him of the Daoist legends of the Thirty-Six Cave Heavens and Seventy-Two Blessed Lands.

They were the symbols of divine abodes among famous mountains and rivers, the earthly heavens longed for by mortals.

All were one hundred and eight, all thirty-six of a Small Secret Realm grade, the remaining seventy-two of another grade.

So, could it be that the Small Secret Realms attached to Great Xia are, in fact, the fabled Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands of ancient history?

Whether it is or isn’t is no longer important, as they were all taken over by Lin Ping’an, entirely incorporated into his internal Little World.

Taking them out is impossible; becoming the foundation and strength is the greatest use of these Small Secret Realms.

At the same time.

Not only were the strong of Great Xia busy beyond measure, but even the members of Martial Arts Associations and the Martial Artists of the Military Department across Great Xia couldn’t rest for a moment.

Those Small Secret Realms, some containing millions, some over a billion natives.

Overall, it led to Great Xia forcibly increasing the population base by around over ten billion.

Additionally, the sect geniuses of various Secret Realms suffered fatal super blows.

Originally, even as prisoners, these geniuses from all directions carried endless pride and superiority.

Their eyes showing contempt and arrogance towards this foreign land.

However, when they truly stepped into Great Xia City, with each step on the bluestone-paved avenue, that haughty aura began to gradually dissipate.

Their gazes shifting over passersby, the aura they perceived like a torrential storm shattered their cognitive limits.

One genius widened his eyes, stammering with disbelief.

"This... how is this possible? Even the ordinary people here have such deep cultivation!"

Merely a seven or eight-year-old child, the aura flowing from his body was as deep as an abyss, far beyond the genius’s imagination.

"Heavens! That child is so young, yet his latent power surpasses that of me, a genius years into cultivation?"

Filled with shock, his heart overflowed with doubt and defeat.

Another Sect genius, his face pale, clasped his hands together, murmured to himself.

"God! Are all these people demons? Their cultivation is suffocatingly profound, overturning the world I once imagined."

Due to Lin Ping’an’s maneuvers, the average strength of Great Xia’s citizens was around the Fifth and Sixth Grades.

This was a level that even geniuses from many grand sects couldn’t reach.

Furthermore, astonishingly, the citizens of the Great Xia Kingdom not only possessed solid foundational cultivation but also mastered many rare evil secret techniques.

These unique skills allowed them to showcase combat power far exceeding ordinary people in actual battles.

With a single hand, it was easy to crush those so-called "geniuses," comparing them to frail chicks would not be excessive.