Clearing Suspicion, Flame-Shadow Mouse Blood; Another Otherworldly Art, Fire Escape Added to His Arsenal

As Lin Changheng traveled using his escape art.

Within the tiny singularity above the "lake of magical power" in his Dantian's sea of qi-a pitch-black, heavy speck that seemed capable of swallowing every ray of light-another change quietly began.

The three corpses of foundation establishment late stage and peak cultivators buried at the edge of the Heaven-in-a-Pot space were now becoming the finest nourishment for this newborn world.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss-"

Their remaining, abundant vitality and blood, along with the magical power that had yet to dissipate from their Dantians, flowed like little streams silently into the earth of the [Heaven-in-a-Pot space], then rose through the soil and merged into the thin spiritual qi around them.

Time slowly passed.

The once somewhat barren, gray soil seemed to gain an indescribable sheen of fertility, nourished by something; the space's pitifully thin spiritual qi also seemed to have received an infusion of living water, becoming increasingly lively and rich.

The leaves of the three [Golden Spirit Mulberry Trees] grew a shade more golden at a pace barely perceptible to the naked eye, and even new branches began to bud.

All these changes were exceedingly subtle, yet they represented a positive, thriving, limited cycle taking shape within this little world.

Counterkill and seize their treasures, kindly gather their remains, then feed them back into his own cave heaven-Lin Changheng was discovering and perfectly implementing this ruthless yet efficient chain of resource use.

Humans were, after all, the most spiritually gifted of all creatures, and excellent materials in their own right. Otherwise, why did demonic cultivators so love slaughtering towns and wiping out cities when they ran rampant?

Cultivators were even more so.

If a poor rogue cultivator stumbled upon a cultivator's corpse in the wilderness, he would most likely consider it a gift