Lin Changqing let out a quiet sigh. So much energy in the clouds, and Buzhou Mountain was so stingy.
If he could absorb and refine it all... No! Even one-thousandth—or one ten-thousandth—would let him open up worlds inside every one of his trillion cells.
What a pity. Buzhou Mountain was so stingy.
After glaring helplessly for three breaths, Lin Changqing decisively turned and continued up Buzhou Mountain.
Out of sight, out of mind.
With Hou Yi no longer at his side, Lin Changqing concealed his presence, reined in his overwhelming blood energy, and continued climbing Buzhou Mountain.
After being tempered by the countless energies within the clouds, Lin Changqing's flesh and blood now faintly glimmered with a precious light. Divine radiance shimmered across his crystalline body, making him seem like a divine physique.
Even his bloodline had been transformed.
Of course, the Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art had brought about the most thorough change to his bloodline. His flesh and blood were like precious jade; his cells held miniature worlds, and his acupoints nurtured divine demons.
These were the foundations of Lin Changqing's strength now.
With his power held within, Lin Changqing moved swiftly, striding up Buzhou Mountain.
Beyond the second bank of clouds on Buzhou Mountain, the area was said to be the summit—but that wasn't quite true.
The first bank of clouds marked the boundary between the foot and the middle of the mountain. The foot reached only a hundred thousand zhang high, though it stretched millions of li across.
Mountain ranges sprawled outward, with layer upon layer of peaks rising toward the center.
The middle of the mountain alone stretched across hundreds of billions of li, its peaks packed together, each one astonishingly unique. Any of them might hold an unhatched spiritual root or magical treasure.
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