After the Hell Golden Crow Cells within Xia Ping's body reached ten billion, he had arrived at a critical threshold of power. His bloodline immediately underwent an earth-shaking transformation, as though he had been remade from the bones up.
Centered on his body, a terrifying aura spread out, engulfing the entire Burning Hell in an instant. Every demon, Nether Ghost, fiend, and other creature sensed the aura emanating from Xia Ping.
At this moment, every corner of Burning Hell seemed filled with the scorching aura of the Hell Golden Crow, its terrifying heat encompassing every inch of the land.
Vaguely, Xia Ping seemed to transform into an eternal sun, radiating in all directions and illuminating the ages. Every hell creature could bathe in his brilliance.
"The lord—the Lord has returned."
"My heavens, what kind of radiance is this? It has completely driven away the darkness of hell."
"Why? Why does this sunlight have no destructive power? Why does it make our bodies feel so warm?"
All the hell demons bathed in the light of the Hell Golden Crow. They felt the light disperse boundless darkness and effortlessly seep into their hearts, driving away the coldness and darkness buried deep within.
It was as though they had returned to the origin of hell itself, wrapped in a warm power and filled with an unprecedented sense of peace, safety, and happiness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
One hell demon after another prostrated themselves on the ground, seemingly worshipping the distant sun. Tears of gratitude streamed down their faces as they paid homage to the great deity of their faith.
Especially the demons closer to Xia Ping—they felt it even more deeply. Bathing beneath this sunlight, they could even feel the power of their bloodlines and souls continuously rising.
Rustle, rustle.
No one knew how