One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The impurities in the reagent were refined by the body, and the spiritual power inside was slowly absorbed.

If the spirit of an ordinary Martial Artist is like a robustly growing tree, then Su Heng, because of his strong constitution and profound foundation, his spiritual power is more like a vast and boundless green rainforest. The essence he drank was like the dew and morning light sprinkled from the sky.

The entire forest was growing, expanding outward, and bursting forth with new vitality.

Su Heng felt his spiritual power growing.

Although the growth was slower than the last time he absorbed pure essence, it was undoubtedly going to last longer.

Spiritual power and the Seed of Destruction are the two cores of the Heavenly Demon State.

Currently,

After the integration of the Plague God Seal, the Seed of Destruction had undergone an enhancement.

The increase in spiritual power was bound to further boost the might of the Heavenly Demon State.

Once the Sword Refining Technique was perfected and the Heavenly Demon State underwent a transformation once again, he should have a rich enough foundation to activate the Heavenly Demon State and Domineering State simultaneously. This form could perhaps be called "Demon Warrior."

...

While Su Heng was in seclusion and cultivating, changes were likewise occurring in the outside world.

In the depths of the Dragon Abyss.

The ground suddenly cracked open, leaving the beasts in panic.

In a lush primeval forest, numerous birds flapped their wings, flying toward the distant sky.

Boom!

A dull sound transmission, thick smoke billowed up.

Then, a pitch-black column of light, as dark as ink, shot up into the sky, accompanied by a dragon’s roar that seemed to traverse through the ages, echoing within the forest.

A tangible Dragon Power suppressed everything; every creature that heard it, whether human Cultivators or deformed demons of the Dragon Abyss, all felt an immeasurable heavenly might and could not help shivering uncontrollably.

Those above the Earth Immortal rank fared slightly better, maintaining a composed expression and barely keeping up the demeanor of the strong. Those below the rank of Earth Immortal, whether Heavenly Deceits or monstrous fetuses, collapsed directly to the ground, unable to stand up for a long time. Some Cultivators with weaker mental states were so frightened that they defecated; it was not unprecedented.

Not far away, atop a large mountain.

King Qingyang, clad in armor, a curved saber hanging at his waist.

His face remained expressionless as he watched everything unfold, the so-called Dragon Power was nothing more than a breeze on his face, causing no impact whatsoever.

A young woman dressed in black, named Qin Yi, followed him. She was pale-skinned and demure looking.

Her aura carried a hint of mystery.

She was young.

But her cultivation was quite impressive; she felt the Dragon Power rolling across the heavens.

There was no panic on her face, just a flash of admiration, "True dragons, even thousands of years after death, still possess such impressive aura, it’s truly inconceivable. It’s hard to imagine the magnificent and splendid scene when they were alive." ᚱåŊỗβÊṨ

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Noticing the strange expression on King Qingyang’s face, Qin Yi couldn’t help expressing her astonishment,

"Hmm." King Qingyang nodded slightly, withdrawing his gaze.

"What were you looking at just now?" Qin Yi followed King Qingyang’s gaze, but her line of sight was filled with rolling dust. A crimson chaotic flow erupted from the rift in the immortal heavens, spewing outward. Large patches of soil upheaved, and ancient trees were uprooted. It was a messy sight, making it difficult to discern anything.

"At that moment, I felt as if I sensed an old friend’s presence," King Qingyang spoke slowly, his face reflecting a contemplative expression.

"Old friend." Qin Yi stuck out her tongue and said, "Your current situation is not exactly friendly toward the whole world. How could you encounter an ’old friend’ here?"

"Is that so?" King Qingyang smiled nonchalantly, "I’ve always thought I had a good rapport."

"You might want to have some self-awareness," Qin Yi retorted.

"Haha!" King Qingyang laughed heartily, "Let those people think what they like."

He was carefree and indifferent to others’ opinions. The current Dragon Power was merely an aftershock. Some time was still needed before the Dragon Tomb fully opened.

Unwilling to continue waiting here, King Qingyang decided to turn around and leave, returning to conserve energy and prepare for the upcoming grand battle.

...

In another valley outside the rift.

A shadow clad in black, his face masked, was hiding under the shade of the trees.

His body and presence almost completely blended into the shadows, making it difficult for even a strong person passing by to spot him.

Normally, even among humans, assassins who are adept at hiding and assassination rarely achieve this level of secrecy.

Only Demon Descendants.

With the aid of their Innate Divine Skills and arduous training thereafter.

Could they achieve such an effect.

Even so.

He dared not be the slightest bit careless.

Only after King Qingyang turned and left did the man in the black mask heave a sigh of relief.

He took the mask off his own face, deeply gazing into the beam of light bursting from the rift.

Feeling the ancient Dragon Power contained in the light, a persistent hatred flickered through the violet pupils of the Demon Descendant.

There were quite a few human strong beings around.

He dared not linger long.

After putting the mask back on, he swiftly moved away using the moment everyone was intimidated by the Dragon Power.

Then, his speed suddenly increased, and his body turned into a streak of black light. Traversing mountains and rivers, he crossed the entire forest. Eventually, he arrived at a desolated woodland to the northwest of the Dragon Abyss and entered a valley.

Inside, there were temporary defensive installations, and members of his kind patrolled back and forth.

After spending some time verifying his identity and ensuring there were no remaining tracking marks on his body,

The masked Demon Descendant dashed into a cave before him.

The environment inside was dim, illuminated only by a few torches placed on the walls.

The structure was complex, alternating between ascending and descending, much like a three-dimensional maze. In the narrow corridors, many traps and yet-to-be-triggered poison spikes could be seen.

It was very dangerous.

Yet, upon entering, the masked Demon Descendant felt as if he were returning to his own home.

As he breathed a long sigh of relief, his constantly tense muscles slowly relaxed.

Following the path he remembered, he avoided the traps and quickly reached a spacious cave deeper inside.

Stalactites hung from the cave ceiling, and in the center, a large bonfire blazed vigorously. Waves of heat surged forward, hitting his face and dispelling the dampness of the mountains.

The Grand Elder was still dressed in a robe, and he had replaced his staff with a new one, which lay not far from him.

Before him was a plain stone bed.

A bloodied young figure lay faced up on it; it was the Hunting Master, Auris.

He was breathless and no longer bleeding, with his wounds turned outward, displaying a ghastly purple-red, appearing as though he were dead.

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The masked Demon Descendant knew the prowess of this young Hunting Master.

Of noble lineage and seasoned in battle, he fought fearlessly, like a mad dog.

Not to mention the inferiors they viewed as lower life forms, even within the Demon Descendants, many feared this Hunting Master.

Yet now, to see him beaten into this state...

The masked Demon Descendant suddenly felt his emotions were complex, mixing schadenfreude with a sense of tragic desolation.

"Bader," the Grand Elder’s voice, weary from a distance, came through, "How did you fare with the task I assigned you?"

Bader shivered inside.

Although Auris was arrogant and despotic, the Grand Elder, for the tribe’s cause, commanded respect for his dedicated efforts.

Kneeling on the ground, he detailed his recent observations and experiences.

"Is that so?" The Grand Elder’s brows furrowed deeply, his expression somber, "It seems the opening of the Dragon Tomb has come sooner than I anticipated."

Many preparations needed time, which now seemed troublesome.

"Go," the Grand Elder waved his hand, saying, "to Kandoze to receive a reward."

"At your command!" Bader turned into a shadow and silently left.

The Grand Elder turned and approached the bonfire. In the burning flames were a pair of upward-facing stone hands, shaped like an open lotus. Suspended in the palms was a golden rhombus crystal about the size of a thumb cover.

He retrieved a metal tweezer from his sleeve and carefully grasped the crystal.

He studied it carefully, feeling the powerful force contained within.

In the age-old myth passed down among the Demon Descendants,

The moment of apocalypse approaches, and the dragon of night and death brings disaster, severing the final lifeline of the sons of gods.

Drake, riding a lion and an eagle, was also supported by millions.

He raised light and flame as if lifting the sun, ascending against the flow, nailing the dark dragon to the canopy of night.

He was the Dragon Slayer, the savior, and the last Light King.

One of the talents he possessed was the Soul Circuit.

This talent allowed his heroic spirit to be reborn atop the descendants of the demons in later days.

Auris, endowed with the same talent and an exceptional lineage, was indeed the best sacrificial vessel for carrying this power. This was why, at the last moment, the Grand Elder was willing to invest at any cost to retrieve Auris’s severely injured, dying body.

"It’s truly a pity..."

Looking at Auris on the stone bed, his face contorted and his body bruised,

The Grand Elder couldn’t help but sigh and shake his head.

If Auris could continue fighting, enhancing his soul and bloodline while adapting to the remnants of the heroic spirits on the battlefield, then he definitely had the potential to fully unleash the powers of the former Light King, especially since they shared the same talents.

But now, before Auris’s powers could peak, he met an untimely demise.

His injuries not only failed to heal but were gradually worsening.

Furthermore, with the opening of the Dragon Abyss imminent,

There was no time to wait.

The Grand Elder, without other options, reluctantly decided to take risks and prematurely implement the plan to transplant the Light King’s left-behind Soul Crystal into Auris.

He truly regretted it.

But recalling the former Light King, who could slay even dragons,

He believed that even if various coincidences did not lead to a complete victory, handling the current situation shouldn’t be too difficult.

If that failed, then additional arrangements would need to be made.

With these thoughts,

The Grand Elder murmured to himself, his face adopting a look of devout sanctity.

Using the tweezers, he carefully placed the golden crystal on Auris’s cracked brow. Instantly, the crystal shone brightly, and a burst of magnificent power erupted. Amidst a crisp sound, the crystal cracked open and its energy, turned into liquid, poured into Auris’s dying body.

In a moment, a vibrant vitality burst forth, and Auris’s wounds rapidly healed.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon, his golden eyes opened.

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