Chapter 462: Where One Stands Is the Daoist Sanctuary; Where One Steps Is a Blessed Land

The "Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Devouring Scripture" quietly started to operate.

It was like an invisible giant hand, delving deep into the profound and vast bloodline memories of each Beast King and Beast Emperor.

Those memory fragments, vast and intricate like a sea of stars, each carried unique survival wisdom and battle experience.

As the scripture continued to operate and excavate, these memories began to manifest one by one, like ancient scrolls slowly unfurling.

Lin Ping'an's consciousness meticulously filtered and refined these precious memories.

The operating Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Devouring Scripture also exhibited an astonishing discernment.

Useful knowledge essence, like a sharpened sword blade, pierced through chaos and was extracted.

While the useless dregs were lightly swept away like sand, leaving no trace.

The essence of flesh and blood, which was the powerful fountain of strength tempered by the Beast Kings and Beast Emperors through countless ages.

Guided by the scripture, it gradually peeled away and transformed into clusters of dazzling radiance.

Spiritual Power, the crystallization of will refined through life-and-death struggles.

Likewise, like a continuously flowing river, it gathered into the scripture.

Bloodline memories, the most precious treasure.

Whether it's hunting techniques, racial heritage, or even exclusive secret skills.

All at this moment, were peeled away from the deeply-etched bloodline marks.

Like brilliant stars plucked out into the boundless night sky, exhibiting an incomparably bright radiance.

Finally, they merged into Lin Ping'an's mind, becoming part of the foundation for stepping into higher realms.

Screams and wails erupted from the depths of these beasts' hearts.

As for why it's from the heart, naturally, it's because they opened their mouths but couldn't produce any sound.

As the creator of the Little World within, Lin Ping'an needed only a thought to change the rules.

Any possibility that might disturb Him was naturally nipped in the bud.

Among the races, the existence of Beast Emperors and Beast Kings is undoubtedly at the overlord level of legends.

Their power shook the universe; every wing flap, every roar, was enough to make mountains and rivers tremble, stars and moon fade.

Their might resembled a primordial beast of chaos at the dawn of time, invincible and unmatched in the world.

Yet, at this moment, these once awe-inspiring Beast Gods, revered by countless beings,

fell like meteors breaking through the sky, silently perishing.

And not on the vast Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, but inside the deeply hidden Little World within Lin Ping'an.

One after another, these once-glorious overlords quietly fell.

As if the invisible hand of fate plucked their dazzling halos one by one.

Their terrifying bodies, spanning thousands of meters, once bore countless honors and dreams.

Now, quietly sank into that profound Little World, allowing time to erode, power to fade.

With each Beast King and Beast Emperor falling, a new scene began to unfold here.

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

The once taut limits of this world seemed gently pushed away by an invisible hand, extending into an endless unknown, granting a broader and deeper dimension.

Vegetation thrived and grew lushly in this new-born world, full of vibrant greenery.

Every leaf appeared to carry the rhythm of life.

Glittering under sunlight, dancing lightly with the wind, like a symphony praising life.

Deep in the forest, ancient trees rose high, their branches intertwining into a heavenly web, providing a paradise for breeding and living.

The Power of Laws also underwent subtle changes at this moment, from its earlier crude chaos to becoming meticulous, orderly, and refined.

The power originating from the world's source threaded through all things like threads.

Constructing a grand and intricate network of laws, making the operation of the entire Little World more harmonious and smooth.

The aura of life became even richer amidst such a transformation, with every inch of land, every body of water surging with vigorous vitality.

Of course, it still fell short compared to the gains from previous Secret Realms devouring.

Although in terms of grade, they might be about the same, or even that the devoured Beast King and Beast Emperor might be of a higher level.

But in terms of effect, the benefits obtained from individuals were far lesser than from the entire Secret Realm.

A moment later, Lin Ping'an once again immersed himself in cultivating the newly created Divine Level Technique "All Laws Unite into One Scripture."

Compared to others, cultivating the Three Thousand Laws to ninety-nine percent of its limit was still more crucial.

Currently, devouring individual Beast Emperors, Beast Kings, even Beast Gods, or Secret Realms did not significantly advance overall strength.

Only by breaking through to a new realm could a true qualitative change occur.

In a breath of time, as Lin Ping'an immersed most of his mind into cultivation.

The deep and profound Power of Laws instantly filled the space within and outside the villa like tides.

Every inch of air seemed to contain indescribable energy and order.

Shapeless and formless, yet omnipresent.

Like the most mysterious rhythm in the world, flowing in every corner of the villa, every piece of brick, every blade of grass and tree.

At the same time.

The vast region within a million miles radius.

Whether bustling cities or desolate outskirts,

be it lofty mountains or rivers, lakes, and seas.

Every place within this range could sense the Law's latent frequency within everything rising, becoming noticeably comprehensible.

This change was subtle yet resolute, like a movement in a grand symphony, as if heralding some extraordinary event about to unfold.

It's as if an invisible giant hand was plucking the cosmic strings.

And the profound Power of Laws pervading within and around the villa and a million miles' radius.

Was like the most captivating chord in this majestic melody.

As the saying goes, a mountain is not high for the gods to be present, and water is not deep for the dragons to be in it.

Now, it is so.

With powerful beings like Lin Ping'an, even without interference, mere normal cultivation could change the surrounding environment.

Like the legendary sage's birth, with purple aura coming from the east for three thousand miles.

Where one stands becomes a dojo, where one treads becomes a blessed land.

In reality, if not for Lin Ping'an continually operating the "Celestial Secret Technique," concealing most of the might,

at this moment, the strong of the Great Xia Human Realm would be immersed in analyzing the mysteries of the Law, unwillingly awaking for a long time.

Even those below the Ninth Grade would find themselves continuously experiencing bursts of insight, intoxicated by cultivation, forgetting other mundane matters of life.

Just like in mythology, where the Buddha resides, there is the Buddha Country.

At the same time.

In the core area of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, deep within a forbidden Secret Realm of an Exotic Beast race that had thrived for generations.

A heavy and mysterious atmosphere hung thick like ink.

In this vast and primeval Secret Realm, a majestic and rough structure towered imposing.