But because of this act of his,
he was no longer the simple Luo Hou he had once been.
Instead, within Luo Hou's consciousness at that moment, countless phantom true spirits of Devil Race disciples flickered between illusion and reality in his Sea of Consciousness, ceaselessly shifting, just like the Devil Race disciples once arranged across Mount Sumeru's eighteen tiers.
Moreover, the species form of these tens of billions of Devil Race disciples had already become a devilish cultivation method through which Lin Tian could divide into an army of tens of billions of Devil Race disciples, or overlap them into the single Devil Ancestor Luo Hou-one, yet also myriad.
This strange, uncanny transformation of the devil path, rich with the profound principles governing its workings,
could be said to have given Lin Tian a deeper understanding of how different creatures of the Primordial World cultivated across different planes and dimensions.
This was also an experience he had never gained during his previous journeys into other Primordial Worlds, where he had always taken the Vine Dao Venerable as his core true self and the Human Race as his humanity anchor.
As for why he had become Luo Hou this time and been driven to devour and refine tens of billions of Devil Race disciples,
first of all, he had had no choice.
His Spirit Vine True Self was already facing the sword light formed by the Four Zhuxian Swords merging into one, as well as countless demon gods from the Chaos Upper Realm,
and their faintly discernible malice and hostility toward him.
At the same time,
it was also because this Devil Ancestor Luo Hou was the weakest Luo Hou of the Devil Race across countless Primordial Worlds, countless planes, and countless dimensions.
Precisely because of this,
he could start