After all, those he struck down were members of the Devil Race who shared his roots and origins.
And once he slaughtered all the tens of billions of Devil Race disciples beneath him,
Luo Hou, the Devil Ancestor, would become a true commander without a single soldier in all heaven and earth.
As for his Demon Gate, he could only destroy it with his own hands.
And the Devil Race would vanish from heaven and earth.
Only the title of Devil Ancestor would resound all the louder.
This is fine too, Lin Tian murmured inwardly.
After all,
whether disciples, descendants, bloodlines, or origins,
these so-called inheritances and Dao lineages would all come to nothing once the original being died.
At this very moment, a simple thought rose in Lin Tian's heart: After I die, let the floods swallow the heavens.
Rumble! Rumble!
The spear in his hand swept out again and again.
Meanwhile, his hundred-zhang body ceaselessly absorbed the power of the Devil Race that rushed toward him like moths to a flame: surging demonic qi, surging demonic thoughts, and surging origin laws of the Devil Race.
They rapidly strengthened his body, strengthened his Demon Venerable true spirit, and strengthened his Three Thousand Demonic Daos of the Devil Race, which had originally contained only a handful of laws.
Moreover, as he devoured and refined the power of these tens of billions of devils, his theories and methods of the demonic Dao, once little more than a trickling stream, suddenly opened into a vast new vista.
Like a mudslide, they burst through a demonic Dao concept that Lin Tian had once considered utter bullshit, incapable of holding any truth.
At the same time, the Three Thousand Demonic Daos became fully integrated during this process of devouring.
In an instant,
across the