A day later, inside one of the Burning Legion's main camps.
Xia Ping occupied a separate space by himself. No demons approached the area. Sitting cross-legged in meditation, he devoured the vast quantity of Nether Stones obtained from those demons.
Whoosh!
Under the scorching of the Hell Golden Crow Flame within his body, the enormous quantity of Nether Stones swiftly melted, transforming into surging hell power that flooded madly into every limb and bone of Xia Ping's body.
At once, the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline within him received an immense infusion of energy. Like parched land receiving sweet rain after a long drought, every cell greedily devoured that energy.
Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand... In the end, he awakened a full hundred thousand Hell Golden Crow Cells.
"Huff!"
Xia Ping opened his eyes and drew a deep breath. Though he had only awakened a hundred thousand Hell Golden Crow Cells, the replenishment of hell power caused far more mysterious and profound information to surge forth from his bloodline.
"There are still too few Nether Stones."
He clenched his fist. The Nether Stones he had acquired earlier had basically all been refined; not a single one remained.
Moreover, refining a full hundred thousand Nether Stones had only awakened a hundred thousand Hell Golden Crow Cells. That was truly outrageous. Previously, Nether Stones had been more effective.
But this was nothing strange. The further one progressed in cultivation, the more difficult it became to awaken Hell Golden Crow Cells, and the more energy was required.
Therefore, he needed to obtain more Nether Stones in hell. If he could acquire two hundred million Nether Stones, he would immediately be able to awaken one billion Hell Golden Crow Cells.
At that point, his strength would surely soar by leaps and bounds, becoming who