The benefits of Di Tian's sacrifice far exceeded Ye Qing's imagination.
All he could say was that the Black Dragon King Clan truly lived up to its reputation as a clan qualified to become gods with only two or three hundred thousand years of cultivation.
Ye Qing had imagined what might happen if Di Tian sacrificed himself to him. By his estimates, at most, he would break straight through from the Level 90 bottleneck to Limit Douluo.
But the reserves Di Tian had accumulated were simply too vast.
The restriction preventing Soul Beasts from becoming gods had been created by that idiot Dragon God. Since it was the Dragon God's decree, its suppression was undoubtedly magnified to the utmost for the Dragon Clan, a race that placed bloodline above all else.
Any other individual Soul Beast without dragon blood, given reserves like Di Tian's, might actually have had some chance of breaking through a million years if they slowly accumulated their strength and held out until nine hundred and ninety thousand years.
But this was Di Tian. Under the Dragon God's suppression, he had absolutely no hope of breaking through.
Under such extreme suppression, his reserves would still accumulate to a terrifying degree, but his strength and cultivation would remain firmly locked below god level.
Yet once he sacrificed himself, those restrictions naturally vanished like smoke. The rules would not suppress something dead. After his sacrifice, Di Tian was effectively dead, and everything he had accumulated would erupt all at once.
And naturally, Ye Qing reaped the benefits of those reserves.
Although Di Tian only had eight hundred and twenty thousand years of cultivation, Ye Qing had effectively received the sacrifice of a divine dragon beast of at least the second class. Combined with the fact that he himself had