"I've finally stepped into the realm of an Ancient Saint."
Xia Ping clenched his fists. Although only a wisp of Creation Qi had formed deep within his sea of consciousness, there was no doubt that this signified his entry into the realm of an Ancient Saint and his mastery of the Law of Creation.
"Hm?!"
Yet at this moment, wave after wave of warnings seemed to arise from his body. Every cell in his body seemed to be gripped by an extreme hunger, as though they wanted to devour an immense amount of energy.
If he could not satisfy it, his cultivation might regress.
To advance into the realm of an Ancient Saint and thoroughly grasp the Law of Creation, one had to devour a vast amount of energy. Only energy so boundless it reached the extreme could sustain this breakthrough.
But Xia Ping was not worried about that.
Not to mention how many Middle Ancient Saints and Ancient Saints he had slain before, after entering the Demon God Ruins, he had found quite a few ancient demon corpses by picking up what others had missed. There had even been primordial demon corpses.
He had long since given the corpses of those demons to the World Tree to devour, producing Creation Fruits and World Fruits. Every one of these wondrous fruits of heaven and earth contained the essence of the demons' lifelong blood and vital energy.
The energy they contained was so immense it was terrifying, dozens of times more potent than even holy medicines.
Even though Xia Ping's martial foundation was exceptionally profound, and he possessed nine Purple Mansion spaces, causing him to consume dozens or even hundreds of times more energy than an ordinary Ancient Saint—
—that was not a problem for Xia Ping at all. He was