One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 448: Chapter 372: Hard Bombarding Heavenly Tribulation, World Cleansing Tribulation Light!

Su Heng left Baihua County and headed north, quickly arriving at the White Tower Temple on Skull Plain.

Because the Mythical Battlefield had descended.

At this time, the environment within Skull Plain had become extremely harsh.

The land and water sources were polluted, the dried-out ground was covered with cracks and scattered bones. Thick smoke rose in columns, painting the sky a searing red. Everywhere one looked, there was an image of lifelessness, as if doomsday had arrived.

However, the scene changed upon reaching the White Tower Temple.

The Daoist Ming’s main body was stationed here, and his power seemed to have increased substantially compared with their last meeting.

Daoist charm flowed all around; on the Great Snow Mountain, there was a patch of pure white, and below in the temple were thriving fig and Bodhi trees.

Occasionally, cold winds would blow over from the mountain’s peak, the leaves fluttering about, sounding like many pages turning. Coupled with the surrounding clear aura, merely being in such an environment unconsciously evoked the idea of letting go of attachments and achieving instant enlightenment.

This thought might seem peaceful, but it was actually very dangerous. Once these thoughts were let go, one would become like the monks in the White Tower Temple, transforming into neither living nor dead creatures.

Su Heng was also somewhat affected by the tangible Daoist charm around him.

Although his spiritual cultivation was not as refined as the Daoist Ming’s, it was not weak compared to other Martial Artists of his level.

After a brief contemplation, Su Heng managed to extricate himself from the influence of the Daoist charm and returned to his true self.

He knew that this was not the Daoist Ming trying to show off his power.

It was purely because over the years, the Undead Tree growing in this land had accumulated an immense, overly complex spiritual power.

It had now exceeded the control of the Daoist Ming, uncontrollably affecting the surrounding environment.

Heavenly Tribulation—

Though it was a calamity, it was also an opportunity.

If one could safely get through it, then it would be possible to refine the impurities within these powers.

Even if it wouldn’t amount to a complete rebirth, one’s strength would surely see a significant improvement.

Of course,

If one failed,

Then it would be an utterly hopeless situation.

Su Heng followed a small path through the woods and soon arrived atop Snow Mountain.

By the icy pond with a pagoda and Bodhi Tree, the Daoist Ming stood in white clothes, her long hair tied up. On the table in front of her were two cups of tea, apparently waiting there for a long time.

She held a long sword in her hand, carried behind her back, and was currently looking up at the eastern sky.

The sky there was originally clear.

But now, one could see with the naked eye the gathering of dark clouds.

Yin Wind was gloomy, and the clouds rolled. Initially, silver-white lightning flashed within the thick clouds, followed by thunderous roars.

The wind also blew from the distant horizons, sweeping across the barren plains and finally brushing against Su Heng and the Daoist Ming.

Su Heng’s figure was heavy and towering, immovable.

And the Daoist Ming’s snow-white clothes and black hair fluttered wildly.

The originally loose dress now outlined the subtle curves of her body, making her look like a goddess in a mural who might ascend at any moment.

The Daoist Ming withdrew her gaze and said softly to Su Heng, “You’ve arrived.”

"Hmm,” Su Heng nodded.

The Daoist Ming said, “I just detected a few unfamiliar presences over the Skull Plain, they seem to have ill intentions.”

"Is that so?” Su Heng raised an eyebrow, appearing surprised.

The exposure of the Daoist Ming’s matters, allowing for opportunistic scheming by others, was not beyond Su Heng’s expectations. For this, he had even specifically requested King Qingyang to come and help as a precaution.

But on the way here, Su Heng had not detected anything unusual.

That the Daoist Ming directly pointed this out meant she was obviously more sensitive to detections compared to Su Heng.

But this was normal, after all, this was one’s own territory operated for a thousand years, and besides, the Daoist Ming indeed had unique insights in spiritual aspects.

"The Heavenly Tribulation has nine levels, with its power significantly increasing every three levels,” the Daoist Ming seriously stated, “Moreover, due to the descent of the Mythical Battlefield, Eternal Life and the present world are merging. Many unexpected changes might occur during the Heavenly Tribulation, be careful.”

"Understood,” Su Heng nodded.

Though Heavenly Tribulations were rare, records of them were not hard to find.

Su Heng had previously collected some information, so he was not unfamiliar with these scenarios.

"Where is the Thunder Drawing Pearl I gave you? Do you have it with you?” the Daoist Ming tilted her head and asked, “Did you complete the consecration?”

"Ah?” Su Heng was momentarily startled and asked in surprise, “What consecration?”

The Daoist Ming seemed to sigh almost imperceptibly.

She shook her head and explained, “Any Divine Artifact from Eternal Life Heaven, to be used smoothly, needs to be nurtured with one’s own spiritual power and imprinted with a mark.”

Su Heng scratched his head and said, “Sorry, I really don’t know about this.”

Before, Su Heng truly had contact with only two Eternal Life Divine Artifacts; the Seed of Destruction was forcibly absorbed by him as a heart.

As for the Plague God Seal, Su Heng had no intention to refine it at all but used it directly as an expendable item for the Seed of Destruction’s repair.

Afterward, Su Heng busied himself with researching the bloodline of the Demon Descendant.

Once the Thunder Drawing Pearl fell into Su Heng’s hands, he indeed didn’t spend much effort on it.

So, you plan to use it as a brick to smash the enemy to death, huh?… Ming Daoist glanced at Su Heng’s physique, feeling that the other party might really do such a thing.

She suddenly found it inappropriate to say more and only spread her fair palm outward.

With a flash of red light, the Thunder Drawing Pearl was taken out by Su Heng from the Flesh Furnace and suspended in mid-air.

He gently pushed forward. Under the talent of Gravity Manipulation, the Thunder Drawing Pearl lightly landed in Ming Daoist’s hand.

Ming Daoist closed her eyes, the surrounding Daoist charm flowed like babbling brooks, converging into one spot, and eventually all pouring into the Thunder Drawing Pearl.

Originally, the Thunder Drawing Pearl’s exterior was pitch-black.

But as the power within was activated, its color transformed into a dazzling silver-white.

Streams of electric light flickered on the surface, the air cracked open, and crisp crackling sounds followed immediately.

"Inject your spiritual power into it, then you can use it normally,” Ming Daoist said with a pale face, a hint of fatigue crossing her features, as she returned the Thunder Drawing Pearl to Su Heng.

Boom!

Su Heng did as Ming Daoist suggested.

As his thoughts moved slightly, a blood-red thunder exploded in the air.

This thunder, like a thick pillar, penetrated the sky and the earth, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, and left a hole tens of meters in diameter on the ground.

The Seed of Destruction is an exception, but both the Plague God Seal and the Thunder Drawing Pearl felt to Su Heng like some sort of tangible Divine Power Marks, giving him several powerful Divine Skills out of thin air once refined. But in such an environment, the power of the Thunder Drawing Pearl indeed received great enhancement.

No wonder Ming Daoist, with the honor of a Princess, cherished this artifact so much, considering it her ultimate method for disaster resolution.

Su Heng flipped his hand and placed the Thunder Drawing Pearl into his bosom.

Ming Daoist earnestly said, “The next matters will rely on you, fellow Daoist.”

"No problem,” Su Heng smiled heartily and nodded to Ming Daoist.

Ming Daoist consented with a formal bow and then, her body turned into black butterflies that scattered with the wind and merged into the nearby Bodhi Tree.

The Bodhi Tree suddenly began to surge wildly. Its lush green branches and tender leaves started falling off, replaced by blood-drenched banners made of human skin and hanging decayed corpses. As a rotten smell spread out, a booming noise accompanied the pitch-black and dark-red trunk which swelled to over a hundred meters in an instant. The tree trunks expanded outward with the clattering of bones, like a canopy covering a large area.

And that wasn’t all.

Narrow cracks leading to the Eternal Heaven appeared in the Snow Mountain.

The Chaotic Power gushed from them, covering the ground with a thick layer of fungal mats, and various eyes appeared within the cracks.

From the murky pupils of behemoth beasts, to bloodshot eyes filled with sadistic desires, to clustered compound eyes similar to insects… Each pair of eyes signified the presence of a strong demon from Eternal Heaven.

The weakest inside were all at least Death Level seven Great Lords, and Su Heng even sensed several Demon God Level existences.

Just like the monks in the White Tower Temple who were turned into puppets, these demons too were controlled by Ming Daoist. They obviously could not cross realms to descend, but the spiritual power stored within them was now all retracted by Ming Daoist.

The booming noise continued.

As the power from these demons kept pouring in, the already immense Undead Tree continued growing.

It was only after its height shockingly surpassed three hundred meters that it gradually stabilized.

At this time, the Undead Tree had grown to an unimaginable size.

Even Su Heng appeared somewhat tiny in front of it, and it seemed to sense the intrusion of power from Eternal Heaven.

This realm too became angry, its power, already accumulated to the extreme, surged once again, breaking through limits. Covered in a layer of pale golden glow, in some ancient texts, this type of glow is called “World Cleansing Tribulation Light,” a self-correcting mechanism of the world.

The power it contained was extremely vigorous and yang, even powerful beings at Demon God Realm, if touched by the Tribulation Light, would also result in annihilation.

Su Heng was not a demon, so the “World Cleansing Tribulation Light” did not have any additional restraining effect on him.

Even so, when the world-shaking thunder roared, Su Heng still sensed a trace of threat and his muscles involuntarily tensed.

"Ha ha, you really have found a big task for me!” Su Heng couldn’t help but pat the trunk of Ming Daoist.

Although he said so.

But there wasn’t a trace of complaint on Su Heng’s face.

Instead, there was a feeling of great excitement.

Since merging with the Dragon Corpse and creating the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, Su Heng’s body had greatly increased in strength, and this was the first time he truly encountered a challenge.

Boom!

With that thought, Su Heng no longer hesitated.

As a long howl erupted, the earth shook, and Su Heng’s burly body shot up into the sky.

With a long punch thrown forward in mid-air, in an instant, the heavens and earth were overturned, and without any fancy clashes, collided with the pitch-black tide-like sky full of Tribulation Clouds.

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