The black clouds slowly churned into a black hole capable of devouring all things, even sucking all the light between heaven and earth into its depths.
The terrifying Devouring Power began spreading outward. Lin Bai clearly felt the icy chill between heaven and earth rapidly draining away, vanishing into the depths of the black hole.
Next came every blade of grass and tree, every mountain and stone in this space. Even the space itself began to split apart, revealing the void hidden behind it.
"What terrifying Devouring Power!"
Lin Bai could not help feeling startled. He already sensed that the Devouring Power of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace Master was extraordinarily formidable—at least several times stronger than his own.
"Is this because the Devouring Power itself is so powerful? Or is it because he's a Great Mystic Art User, which makes the Devouring Power even stronger?"
Lin Bai was puzzled.
Devouring Power was an extraordinarily unique existence. There was no way to cultivate or temper it. Based on Lin Bai's research, it did not seem to grow stronger along with one's cultivation or strength.
It was merely that as one's cultivation and strength increased, one could control more Devouring Power.
"No!"
"But... you didn't devour your clansmen!"
"But what makes you different from him is... at the moment you were about to die, you received aid from the powerful members of your clan."
"You mean you had already devoured many of your fellow clansmen?"
Lord Chan reminded him, "Your wariness toward your own kind is a good thing, because not all members of the same clan uphold the principle of 'succession.'"
Lord Chan asked with great interest.
At the same time, Lin Bai felt a little more confident.
Lin Bai's pupils contracted violently. Lord Chan actually had such a past?