Jiang Ping An sat within Devouring Space, staring at the beast hide before him as he pondered its purpose.
He could not bring things created within the spiritual world into reality, greatly diminishing the beast hide's usefulness.
First of all, it was difficult to use this thing in battle.
Although he was nearly omniscient and omnipotent within the world inside the beast hide, able to freely create environments and enemies for simulated combat, the prerequisite was that the enemy's soul willingly entered this beast-hide world.
Or that he had the ability to forcibly drag the enemy's consciousness inside.
Few fools would release their souls to fight.
Whenever Jiang Ping An thought about how he had spent tens of thousands of Spirit King Pills, only to obtain something with such limited functions, his chest tightened in waves, as though needles were pricking his heart.
That sum was enough to make many Second Level God Kings green with envy.
With those tens of thousands of Spirit King Pills, he could have raised his strength to the peak of the Second Level God King realm.
But now, he had merely gained an extra soul.
And that soul could not even come out. It was trapped within the beast hide and unable to come out to help.
Jiang Ping An took a deep breath, trying not to think about it as he calmed himself down.
He would just consider all those Spirit King Pills he had won at the gambling table to have been lost.
He would never gamble again.
The only thing worth celebrating was that he had gained an extra soul. This soul could cultivate in the world within the beast hide...
Wait!
Cultivating inside the beast hide?
Jiang Ping An suddenly thought of something. He controlled his second consciousness—Little Black Man—to