Clearing suspicion, Flame-Shadow Rat blood; gaining another uncanny art, Fire Escape at his command
Just as Lin Changheng traveled by escape art...
Another quiet change occurred within the tiny singularity inside his dantian's sea of qi, above his "lake of magical power"-pitch-black and heavy, as though it could swallow every ray of light.
The three corpses of foundation establishment late stage and peak cultivators buried at the edge of the pot-heaven space were now becoming the finest nourishment for this newborn world.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss-"
Their remaining, abundant vital energy and the magical power that had yet to dissipate from their dantians flowed like little streams, silently merging into the earth of the [pot-heaven space], then rising through the soil to join the thin spiritual energy surrounding them.
Time slowly passed.
The somewhat barren, gray soil seemed to gain an indescribable sheen of fertility, nourished by some unseen force; the woefully thin spiritual energy within the space also seemed to receive an influx of fresh, flowing water, becoming increasingly lively and dense.
At a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, the leaves of the three [gold spirit mulberry trees] grew slightly more golden. New branches were even budding.
All these changes were extremely subtle, yet they signified that a positive, vibrant, finite cycle was taking shape within this little world.
Killing his attackers and seizing their treasures, kindly collecting their remains, then using them to nourish his own pocket realm-Lin Changheng had discovered this ruthless yet efficient chain of resource utilization and was putting it into perfect practice.
Humans were the most spiritually gifted of all creatures, and excellent materials in their own right. Otherwise, why would demonic cultivators delight so much in slaughtering towns and exterminating cities whenever they ran rampant? Cultivators were even more useful.
If an impoverished rogue cultivator happened upon a cultivator's corpse in the wilderness, he would most