How the World Reincarnates, the Physician Who Wasn't Good at Fighting

The Blood Lama had already gone mad. He was bulldozing everything at any cost. His method allowed him to convert countless people, who in turn nourished him, making him ever stronger.

This method was simply perfect within the Sea of Thoughts. Outside, he would have been nothing more than a massive malignant tumor.

He was similar to the Three Bodies Dao Lord, an existence resisted by all cultivators. Yet compared to the Three Bodies Dao Lord, his approach was still far too crude.

To the beings within the Sea of Thoughts, this place was real. But compared to truly living beings, they still lacked a measure of spiritual intelligence. Their limits had been fixed from the very beginning.

They simply could not break free from the shackles of inertia. Faced with an existence like the Blood Lama, a virus incarnate, they had no power to resist at all.

The land was swiftly flattened.

Countless races perished, countless humans fell, and all sorts of inheritances and knowledge suffered enormous gaps and annihilation.

Once a race perished, its inheritance was cut off and its texts burned, the materials Qin Yang had salvaged through emergency excavation became the final sparks.

Even if Qin Yang did nothing now, the authority in his hands was rising day by day.

Because the proportion occupied by the authority represented by the knowledge in his grasp was continuously increasing.

Only with foundational knowledge could there be anything afterward. Most of the texts Qin Yang had plundered were, in truth, fundamentals. With these, there was a framework.

With a framework, the details could be completed, and all authority could be brought to completion.

These were all crucial to constructing the authority of knowledge. Meanwhile, biographies, legends, travel journals, and records documented the traces left behind by those beings' existence.