Lu Li strolled along the River of Time, reclaiming the black substance he had spread across it bit by bit. Having absorbed too much, his own aura had become gloomy and bizarre, somewhat approaching the true form of the Demon God he had seen deep within his soul.
His use of black mist to suppress the River of Time had merely been a spur-of-the-moment decision. He had not expected it to be so effective—not only could it completely seal space-time, it could even corrode the world in reverse.
As the black mist churned above the River of Time, giving off sizzling corrosion sounds, it seemed to be expanding still further. If Lu Li did not reclaim it, this world might eventually be completely devoured by that eerie black substance.
Upon discovering this trait, Lu Li decisively drew all the black mist back in. Then he realized there was more of it than when he had released it, as though it had gained nourishment and grown by devouring the world.
He continued downstream, his face growing increasingly aged. He had discovered that even his body could not fully accept the black substance. Once there was too much of it and its concentration reached a certain level, it placed an immense burden on his body. He had to force out power to contain it.
Yet this might also bring him hidden benefits. Just as he had once improved by borrowing the Valkyrie's power, he was, after all, the Demon God's rent collector. He possessed a natural affinity for this kind of power.
As long as he was given time to devour this excess, ever-growing black substance and perfectly integrate it into his body, he could gain another boost. Even within the Ninth Order realm, he could ascend another level.
Lu Li looked