Xia Ping opened his eyes and looked at the scene around him, feeling rather fortunate. Luckily, whenever he went into seclusion, he generally chose sparsely populated areas within the Mountain River Bead's space.
Otherwise, this power alone would have been enough to destroy every building in the vicinity.
He could sense volcano after volcano around him erupting with dark golden flames, containing terrifying power of exotic fire. Any ordinary creature that approached would be burned to ashes.
The temperature deep within those volcanoes had already neared that of a star; ordinary matter would be vaporized.
And even if such volcanoes existed for tens of millions of years, there would be no problem.
"Eh? This feeling?!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. After awakening fifty million Hell Golden Crow Cells, he sensed an unbelievable change occurring in the depths of his blood.
He actually sensed a trace of immortality.
Under the perception of his divine consciousness, cell after dead cell deep inside his body gave off an unceasing aura of rebirth, vaguely acquiring the Hell Golden Crow's divine ability to be reborn within flames.
"Could it be that once one billion Hell Golden Crow Cells awaken within my body, I'll possess an undying body?"
Xia Ping's heart stirred. He felt that once his Hell Golden Crow Cells reached a certain number, even without advancing to the Saint realm, he might possess an immortal body.
Perhaps this was the Hell Golden Crow's innate divine ability.
Even though he now had only five hundred and fifty million Hell Golden Crow Cells, his body already contained faint traces of immortality, as though it were transforming toward the constitution of a mythical creature.
"If I can possess an immortal body, perhaps I could contend against an immortal-level Saint with Lightning Tribulation Realm cultivation."
Xia Ping narrowed