One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"It seems that Daoist friend’s recent retreat has brought great rewards, which is both joyous and commendable,” King Qingyang managed to hold back his emotions and greeted Su Heng with a smile and a cupped-hand salute.

"Your Majesty’s injuries appear to have healed nicely as well,” Su Heng replied with a smile and a nod.

As soon as he spoke,

His voice exploded like thunder.

The distorted moonlight rippled through the air. The surrounding mountains swayed back and forth, and large plumes of smoke billowed up.

As for what King Qingyang might have said next, it was completely unheard.

This size is great for fighting.

But for everyday communication, it’s really quite troublesome.

After giving it some thought, Su Heng summoned the Cultivation Technique he had just created. A mass of black fog rose from his body, rapidly contracted, and finally transformed into a more manageable height of nearly four meters. He pulled out a set of black robes from the flesh furnace, casually draped them over himself, and adjusted his attire.

"I just had a breakthrough and failed to properly restrain my own power just now, please forgive me, Your Majesty,” Su Heng apologized.

"Hmm, it doesn’t matter,”

King Qingyang asked curiously, “I wonder if the issues with your friend’s Cultivation Technique went smoothly?”

If it weren’t for the Enlightenment Tea bestowed by King Qingyang, the journey up to this point wouldn’t have been as smooth. Moreover, since Su Heng never paid much attention to his own cultivation practices, he didn’t ponder too much and answered truthfully, “I’ve made significant progress.”

"The basic framework is already in place, but as for the actual effects, I still need to reach a certain level of cultivation and personally verify them,” he continued.

"That’s good to hear!” King Qingyang clapped his hands, also happy for Su Heng, “Heavenly changes need not be feared, ancestral methods need not be definitive. The path of cultivation we take nowadays is also walked step by step by past cultivators and isn’t necessarily an unchallengeable standard.”

"If you can forge a new path, it will be greatly beneficial to all cultivators in the future.”

"Yes!” Su Heng nodded in agreement.

King Qingyang then asked, “How are things at Skull Plain?”

Things seem all right for now, with no particularly dire situations,” Su Heng replied.

"If you need help, just call on me anytime.” Although the time he spent with Su Heng was short, their cooperation was quite pleasant. When King Qingyang made such a promise, coming from a seasoned king, it naturally carried great weight.

Su Heng also nodded seriously and said, “Certainly!”

…

The main reason Su Heng stayed in Beiyue State this time was to protect King Qingyang so that he wouldn’t encounter any mishaps during his recovery process. As for the numerous demons in Hunxi Mountain, the Enlightenment Tea, and King Qingyang’s cultivation experiences, they were all unexpected gains.

King Qingyang’s injuries were fully healed.

And his Qi was ready to be unleashed, making his breakthrough to the Opening Heaven stage seem not too far off.

Su Heng then planned to say his goodbyes and return to his lair in Jiang E. With things like the Mythical Battlefield, Ming Daoist breaking through the tribulation, and the influx of cultivators drawn by Su Heng’s reputation from all around,

The surface of Jiang E’s seven states might still seem peaceful. Yet undercurrents were surging beneath, with the collision of old and new powers and threats from Changsheng Heaven. It all resembled a barrel of high-energy explosives that could “boom” at any moment.

In such circumstances, it truly wasn’t suitable for Su Heng to be away for too long.

After seeing off King Qingyang, Su Heng headed toward Baihua County in Jiang State.

On the way, he opened his attribute panel, and looking at the lines of text, he considered the gains from Dragon Abyss as well as the main direction of his next breakthroughs.

After merging with the dragon remains and devouring the numerous demons caught in Hunxi Mountain, Su Heng’s regular size had now reached nearly forty meters, and his weight had reached a staggering 22,000 tons. Out of the tens of millions of attribute points, a portion went into developing the “Flesh Furnace” talent. The majority was invested in the self-created Cultivation Technique.

Su Heng named this self-created Cultivation Technique “Eight-Nine Mystical Art.”

This Cultivation Technique was purely a brute-force path with a total of seventy-two levels. Each time nine levels were broken through, a life-level evolution would be completed, obtaining an extra talent from outside the current framework for enhancement.

In Su Heng’s estimation,

If this Cultivation Technique were cultivated to its highest realm, it should achieve undying and unyielding longevity, comparable to that of a star.

But in actuality, limited by his current realm, even though he had ample attribute points, he couldn’t fully develop this path. Initially, the Cultivation Technique was supposed to have nine realms, but he could not perfect it in the end.

Therefore, he took a step back and chose a compromise.

Yet even so, if one could truly cultivate the seventy-two levels of the “Eight-Nine Mystical Art” to perfection, it would be fearsome indeed.

Even if it couldn’t compare to a star, a life form at this level would definitely possess planetary-level combat capabilities. This far exceeded the martial pinnacle of the current Great Zhou Dynasty, reaching an unimaginable degree.

Even Su Heng himself, as the creator of this Cultivation Technique, couldn’t see the hope of cultivating it to its peak. The “Eight-Nine Mystical Art” required a vast amount of resources and attribute points for each subsequent level, growing exponentially.

Su Heng felt he might have reached a dead end.

But it didn’t matter.

After all, once the Mythical Battlefield opens, the entire Blood Realm will become his hunting ground. He will slay all the demons within, and by then he should be able to cultivate the “Eight Nine Profound Technique” to an entry-level standard. If that still proves insufficient, he can always make further modifications.

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Su Heng began to scheme for the forthcoming opening of the Mythical Battlefield.

At the same time,

Simmons blew the apocalyptic horn, sending out coordinates, and leading the return of the Demon Descendants, igniting a rising tide.

In Celestial Realm,

On a desolate, lifeless planet,

It lay shattered and bloodied, with a parched earth overwhelmed by man-eating poison vines. Primitive volcanoes erupted intermittently, spewing thick smoke and columns of destructive flames that pierced the sky, opening a terrifying crimson pupil above.

In such a cruel and harsh environment, on the vast plains, a crimson mountain rose from the ground.

When the view zoomed in for a closer look,

Onlookers discovered, to their horror, that this was not a mountain.

Instead, it was a pile of corpses, constructed from the bodies of countless fierce beasts, emitting a thick scent of blood that formed rolling red clouds rushing towards them. Any creature witnessing such a sight would instinctively feel fear and weakness in their legs.

Yet atop this cruel and abnormal mountain of corpses sat a young figure with a slender body.

The person was covered in scars, with disheveled hair and a beard, and his waist was simply tied with a dirty piece of animal hide.

From afar, he barely differed from a wild man.

The only distinction was the brightness in his eyes as he stared thoughtfully at the sky.

…

Deep within Celestial Realm,

Inside an immense warship spanning over ten kilometers, covered in heavy armor and resembling a massive fortress,

A solemn-faced middle-aged Demon Descendant with a scarred face, appearing much like a commander, stared at rows of data on a console before him and the bright light symbolizing the Ancestor World. He clenched his fist tightly and slammed it onto the console.

Bang!

The console trembled violently, and cracks spread across its surface.

"Too long!” he exhaled turbid breath forcefully, his mouth twisting into a vicious smile, “We’ve wandered too long outside; I’ve almost forgotten what our ancestral homeland used to look like.”

"The time for the final battle has come!”

He roared out the command, “Full speed ahead, destination, Ancestor World!”

…

In Celestial Realm, within another broken world covered with primordial forests,

Nero from the Hunting Dog Tribe tightened his collar. He took deep breaths, slightly calming his anxiety with the damp, decaying smell of the rainforest. Clutching the stone entrusted to him by the elder tightly in his hand, he looked up at the looming cave before him.

Then, he resolved himself, not allowing any room for fear.

He bowed his head and entered.

Inside, the darkness seemed to become tangible, a thick scent of blood rushing towards him, mingled with faint screams.

He stumbled through the cave, the sound of crunching bones underfoot. After an indeterminate amount of time, a flickering flame appeared ahead of him.

Turning the corner, the flames connected to form a ritualistic corridor lined with skeletons, leading to a raised throne at the end.

On the throne sat a terrifying figure, his entire body crimson, muscles knotted like ancient tree roots. An intricate mesh of scars crisscrossed his body, eventually forming fierce tattoos. The man was bare-chested, wearing black leather pants, with arm bracelets studded with brass spikes on his solid arms.

At that moment, a despairing Cultivator was held in the grasp of this burly figure.

Being able to traverse deep into Celestial Realm, this person was certainly a power above the Earth Immortals, but he stood no chance in the hands of the Demon Descendant, being chewed and consumed bite by bite.

Until finally, hot blood spurted out, sizzling on the ground, and the head was torn off, rolling at Nero’s feet. Its eyes, wide in unyielding terror, met Nero’s.

"What is it?” came a voice from the throne, mixed with bloodthirsty breathing.

Not daring to be careless, Nero quickly knelt down, presenting the stone given to him by the elder with both hands and said, “My King, we have received a signal from the Enlightener Tribe. The end is upon us, and in accordance with the ancient oath, all tribes must respond.”

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