Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 289: Illusory Reincarnation, Rebirth, Countless Annihilations, Bug Exploitation Once Again

Chapter 289: Chapter 289: Illusory Reincarnation, Rebirth, Countless Annihilations, Bug Exploitation Once Again

One illusionary world of reincarnation after another was presented before Lin Ping’an, driven by great power.

Or rather, a part of his consciousness had completely immersed itself into the illusionary world.

A certain illusory world was instantly constructed, and the moment it was completed, Lin Ping’an’s consciousness transformed into a stream of light and entered it.

Then, at that moment, the entire illusory world began to operate, and time, which seemed to have been frozen, started flowing again.

In a city’s maternity ward, with the first cry, a life was born...

"The child is born safely, but the mother bled to death..."

"So pitiful!"

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"Give the child a name!"

"Eh! Let’s call him Ping’an! Hope he can live a peaceful life."

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"You are a good person, so, I’m sorry."

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"Congratulations on your marriage!"

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"Your wife is bleeding profusely, and she isn’t going to make it!"

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"Your daughter was in a car accident..."

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"Beep beep beep..."

"Doctor! Doctor! Come quickly! Elder Lin from bed six is gone!"

"Oh! Got it!"

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"This old man has no family left, our hospital chipped in to give him a proper send-off."

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That consciousness, dragged into the illusion by the Power of Five Tribulations, was reincarnated into a new illusory life, experiencing a lifetime full of various tribulations like birth, aging, illness, and death.

The entire life passed without awakening a slightest trace of original memory.

After the first life ended, time in the illusory world froze and instantly dispersed into mist, quickly reassembling into another different illusory world.

The consciousness was reincarnated again, living another illusory life filled with birth, aging, illness, and death.

This cycle of losing memory each lifetime is what they call the five tribulations.

Endless reincarnations, each one gradually erasing traces of spiritual power, once, twice, a thousand times, ten thousand times, billions of countless times. If one cannot see through and transcend it, eventually, one will be completely obliterated and fall.

Normally, this Power of Five Tribulations is purely overwhelming for the Eighth Heaven.

Regardless of how many backups are left, they will be slowly entangled, and as soon as they revive, endless reincarnation awaits.

But at this moment, Lin Ping’an was looking at that consciousness with a strange expression, noticing the additional illusory world in his consciousness space.

He wasn’t like other beings going through tribulations, having all his spiritual power pulled in by the Power of Five Tribulations.

That consciousness just now was merely an insignificant fragment of the whole.

Even if it were completely obliterated by reincarnation, it wouldn’t be a big deal; just a bit of rest would do.

Moreover, he realized he could supplement and repair the wear and tear on that consciousness from the outside world.

In other words, it was essentially a perpetual motion machine of reincarnation.

Additionally, after that consciousness experienced a lifetime, Lin Ping’an was astonished to find that its memories were synchronized, occupying a corner of his consciousness space.

And the Book of Civilization shone brilliantly at that moment, voluntarily moving over to absorb the memories of that lifetime.

Simultaneously, a new page appeared before it, recording everything about that life of Lin Ping’an.

At this moment, Lin Ping’an fell into contemplation.

He felt like his experience with the Five Tribulations was quite different from others in the Eighth Heaven.

However, it wasn’t affecting anything.

Having that consciousness go through it was enough, and as long as enough time was spent, one could cross this heavenly barrier unscathed, easily breaking through to the Ninth Heaven Realm.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping’an sighed somewhat.

Originally, he thought he was playing in an easy mode, only to find out it was basically a GM mode.

No difficulty at all.

Life!

Truly lonely as snow!

Standing by the already barren cliff, Lin Ping’an looked at the empty scene in front of him, then glanced back at the peach forest affected by the tornado, sighing softly.

"What a pity! I initially thought these peach blossoms were nice and planned to move them into my Little World."

"Had I known, I would have acted before the third disaster, such waste, truly a waste!"

"Hmm, it seems there isn’t even a single Beast God nearby, just a dozen Beast Kings. Never mind, since I’m here, I should at least bring some local specialties back."

With that, he stepped forward.

"Close Yet Far Away!"

One breath later, he emerged from the void, silently.

Looking at the Beast King beneath him, Lin Ping’an didn’t utter a word and swung his robe to suppress it, then immediately placed it into his Little World.

Besides, the Exotic Beasts within a hundred miles shared the same fate, casually swept into the Little World with a wave of his hand.

These Beast Soldiers and Generals, along with those Middle and Lower Tier Exotic Beasts, were simply considered freebies tossed inside.

Not even bothered to suppress them specifically, the Great Sun Furnace stood in the sky, they were destined to eventually have their Qi Blood Energy drained to death.

As for destruction? That’s even more impossible.

Even those Beast Kings and the deceased Beast Emperors could only manage to mar the edges at most, there was no hope of inflicting widespread damage to the Little World inside him.

Not to mention escaping from within.

From the moment Lin Ping’an captured these creatures, their fate was sealed.

The subsequent time saw the repeated use of the Divine Technique Close Yet Far Away, each breath bringing Lin Ping’an accurately before a Beast King.

With a swing of his Confucian robe, all the Exotic Beasts within a hundred miles were instantly wiped clean, even the trees and topsoil were casually collected.

Upon departure, the sky within a hundred miles felt considerably higher.

Three places... five places... eighteen places... thirty-six places...

Half an hour later, after suppressing the last Beast King, completely plundering a hundred miles around, Lin Ping’an lazily yawned.

"Hmm! Seventy-two of them! Quite a harvest! Let’s leave it at that. I’ve been out for days, it’s time to return!"

With that, he tore through space and left.

Within a million miles, at intervals of roughly ten thousand miles, a hundred-mile-wide pit was left behind.

Looking from high above, it seemed like myriad moles appeared on a vibrant and perfect painting.

In the void, as Lin Ping’an appeared, a divine radiance scattered, intimidating the chaotic spatial flux around.

Order restored, and silence reigned once more.

Seeing this, Lin Ping’an thought for a moment, then activated the Celestial Secret Technique, making the divine radiance circulating his form gradually recede.

In just a moment, he returned to his completely nondescript appearance.

Although still strikingly handsome, the impression left was somehow subconsciously plain and unremarkable.

Upon turning his head, within moments, Lin Ping’an’s visage slipped from memory, thoroughly ignored and forgotten.

A moment later.

With a slight spatial ripple, Lin Ping’an silently appeared.

The surrounding Martial Artists and powerhouses remained completely unaware, as though they collectively subconsciously ignored the anomalous events occurring nearby.