"Hmm?!"
Xia Ping's heart stirred. He had originally thought that the wisp of Hell Golden Crow Flame split from his body would automatically extinguish soon after entering Gaia Space and burning those evil ghosts and Demon Abominations.
Yet he had never expected that this wisp of Hell Golden Crow Flame would devour the power of vast numbers of evil ghosts and Demon Abominations, using the energy in their bodies as fuel to continuously strengthen itself.
As a result, this wisp of Hell Golden Crow Flame seemed to have grown until it reached a balance, attaining a state of endless self-renewal. It had truly formed into a small dark-golden sun.
This sun was even slowly devouring and burning the immense dark power nearby, gradually growing itself. Given hundreds of millions of years, it might truly become a real sun.
Most importantly, he sensed that this little sun had countless intricate ties to his soul, as though it had split off from the blood within his body and was a part of him.
If he wished, he could retrieve this sun into his body at any time and strengthen his own power.
"Wait, if that's the case, isn't this the true cultivation method of the Hell Golden Crow?"
A gleam flashed in Xia Ping's eyes, and his spirits soared.
He seemed to have discovered a shortcut for rapidly cultivating the power of the Hell Golden Crow Flame: split off wisps of Hell Golden Crow Flame, let them form little suns, and hang them high in the skies of hell.
One had to know that hell presently contained countless hell planes, and not a single one had a sun. This was his tremendous opportunity.
If he could condense hundreds of millions of Sun Clones and let sunlight shine upon every corner of the