"Spirit Fire!"
In an instant, Xia Ping's presence underwent a startling transformation. Terrifying soul power filled the depths of his pupils, as if it could pierce through the void.
Deep within his soul, a tiny spark seemed to appear and kindle into flame, ready to set his soul, mana, and will ablaze, unleashing unimaginable power.
He knew that advancing to the True Fire Realm was now within reach. Though only a tiny spark of Spirit Fire had been born, a single spark could start a prairie fire.
Once his divine sense had fully ignited and turned into Spirit Fire, he would have truly entered the True Fire Realm.
"Hmm?!"
But this was only the beginning. Xia Ping sat cross-legged on the ground as his body seemed to become a vortex. After advancing to the late stage of the Treasure Refining Realm, his power of devouring had grown even more terrifying.
Endless Abyssal Demonic Qi surged toward him from all around, churning the winds and clouds for hundreds of miles. It transformed into black wyrms that burrowed into his body.
Roar!
A Hell Golden Crow inside him let out an excited cry. It gulped down the demonic qi as greedily as a starving Taotie, swallowing the vast torrents whole.
Anyone who saw Xia Ping cultivating now would be utterly horrified.
Substantial demonic qi surrounded his body, so black it looked like ink. He seemed just like an unparalleled fiend cultivating in the flesh.
Yet as he sat at the heart of the Abyssal Demonic Qi, a faint golden light radiated from his skin. He looked incomparably divine and ancient, like an ancient deity suppressing the boundless demonic qi.
As he absorbed the Abyssal Demonic Qi, the Hell Golden Crow Cells in his body began awakening in explosive bursts: ten thousand, twenty