"The spacetime Heavens of those low-dimensional worlds have likely tried to break through an unknown number of times."
"Even beings like them have never succeeded even once. That proves just how terrifying and insurmountable high-dimensional worlds truly are."
"Without enduring the baptism of the endless universe, one can never step into true conceptual logic."
"They can only remain locked at the quasi-conceptual level, forever unable to ascend another step."
In Li Qing's eyes, a food chain of containment even tighter than the Nine Provinces Four Regions had already taken shape.
"The entire dark Void Ocean is likely the fishing pond of the nine conceptual logics in the high-dimensional world, and they are the fishermen."
A profound pressure swept over him, weighing heavily upon Li Qing's heart.
With a soft sigh, Li Qing continued harvesting this world. His goal was to harvest roughly one-third of this world's resources.
At this moment, the Flesh Tree's replica had silently followed the group ahead to the depths of the island.
There stood an enormous blood-red city.
The city had towering walls, all of them forged from blood-red crystal.
An inexplicable, pungent stench of blood permeated the city's interior.
The replica was exceedingly cautious. It had long since cast the spell Size as Desired, shrinking itself until it was like an ant.
It had already clung to the hem of the trousers of a Spirit Consciousness Realm cultivator among the group ahead.
It followed them into this blood-red city.
There, it witnessed an incomparably horrifying scene.
The streets were filled with slave people, who occupied every conceivable trade.
There were many shops lining both sides of the streets, and they all seemed to have something to do with food.
Through the Flesh Tree replica's eyes, Li Qing looked into those shops.
He could see cultivators