But Lin Changqing had vaguely sensed that the Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art was not a cultivation method of this world, but one of the myriad worlds.
Cultivating this art required neither the Great Dao of the Primordial World nor adherence to its rules. Its origins were probably terrifying!
At this point in his cultivation, Lin Changqing had already gained a vague understanding.
Perhaps, up until now, all of Lin Changqing's cultivation had merely been laying the groundwork.
Only when every bit of his flesh and blood had become a tiny world would his foundation be truly solid, and he would have taken his first steps in the Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art.
Opening worlds to nurture divine demons—that was the path to transforming himself into a vast universe!
This Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art was truly terrifying!
Lin Changqing shook his head slightly. He was getting ahead of himself.
Lin Changqing still couldn't reach higher levels. After this transformation, his image of the Divine Demon stood five hundred zhang tall, but ten thousand zhang was still impossibly far away.
The divine runes covering it were still nowhere near as numerous as those of a ten-thousand-zhang divine demon.
Even if the Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art held secrets of boundless terror, he wasn't at a level where he could discover them yet.
As for the Five-Needle Pine, Lin Changqing had no intention of refining its last pinecone.
Even if he did refine it, it would only add tens of millions of tiny worlds—far too little compared to a trillion.
But it would be a waste not to leave such a divine treasure for someone else.
Hou Yi, for instance, or his fellow disciples in the Interception Sect.
After this training, once he descended Buzhou Mountain, it would be time to