Black Beast

Jingle, jingle!

Though they were chains formed of energy, they somehow gave off the clinking sound of real chains.

Li Su held a plant with long roots and kept gnawing on it. In just a few bites, he finished off the plant, which was about as thick as a small forearm.

Not bad. The energy was so-so, but more than what he could absorb from the air.

Still, this thing itself was not made of extraordinary particles. It was meant to transform the soul.

It was not that it had no effect on Li Su—only that the effect was limited. If he wanted to transform, he would have to consume a great quantity of it and accumulate the effects little by little.

He cultivated too many techniques, and their grades were extremely high. This made every improvement in his realms terrifyingly complete and perfect. After all, they were saints' techniques, supreme chapters. The scriptures themselves contained the effects of transformation, which was why he had become so powerful.

He wondered how old the soul grass he had just eaten was. It was probably over a hundred years old; perhaps it had belonged to a thousand-year great demon. After all, the ghost guarding it had not been weak. It had actually withstood a few seconds against a supreme power like the Six Paths of Reincarnation. That was quite impressive.

These ghosts were not bad. They contained many extraordinary particles—the stronger they were, the more they gathered.

It was just that their appearances were a little hard to put into words. They were too ugly, completely lacking the beauty one would expect from creatures that had died here.

This undoubtedly proved one saying: hybridization did not necessarily produce superior offspring; it could also produce mongrels. No matter how noble the parents had