One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Bright moonlight, a ruined valley.

A delicate-looking youth named Auris sat on a huge black stone, a few strands of hair on his forehead stirring in the wind, his figure slightly slender, his eyes glinting with a faint golden luster. He sighed softly, his expression vaguely listless.

"Has Dukaluo already died?" Auris asked softly, looking at the pits and fragments of bone on the ground.

Before him, there appeared to be no one around, but as his words fell, a "boom" of firelight burst forth, and a burly figure in military attire emerged.

This person was the Great General Simmons, who had previously been in contact with the Great Elder.

Simmons glanced at the ground with a somber expression before answering in a low voice, "He wanted to clear the obstacles for you but failed, and now he is reduced to bones. However, it might be a relief for him, as dying on his ancestral land is a dream for many of the elderly."

Dukaluo was the Great Elder’s nickname.

However, with the passage of time and with the Great Elder occupying a high position, not many people knew this name.

"When I left that year, he was still a teenager. I thought I could see him and have a familiar face to talk to upon my return... but it turns out..." Auris shook his head and asked, "Who killed him?"

He extended his hand forward and swiped through the air, creating an invisible wave of spiritual energy that twisted the air and finally formed a somewhat ethereal image.

The image depicted the upper body apparition of Su Heng.

At that moment, he stood on a hillside, his body dark and massive, holding a bloody remnant of a demon descendant. Coupled with his lofty demeanor and indifferent gaze that seemed to look down upon everything, even the hastily conjured image bore an oppressive aura.

"I do not like this man," Auris commented after a glance, "He reminds me of the enemies I faced in the past."

The image disappeared, and Auris’s gaze returned to the present.

He looked at Simmons and asked calmly, "What were you doing when Dukaluo was fighting the enemy?"

Even in the face of this renowned ancient hero, Simmons maintained a dignified expression, slightly bowing his head as he answered gravely, "My lord, I have my own mission to fulfill, and the moment for me to act has not yet arrived."

"Moment?" Auris did not seem satisfied with the response.

Simmons’s shoulders gave a light shake, and a large cloud of black smoke billowed from his body. The smoke obscured the moonlight and expanded outward, forming a falling curtain of haze. Within the illusionary flames, rows of elite samurai clad in heavy armor, each wielding long halberds, appeared behind Simmons.

Their numbers were well over a thousand, their auras unified as one.

Gathered together in such a fashion, they evoked a feeling of an invasion as swift as the wind and as unmovable as a mountain.

Even to those with no knowledge of military affairs, a simple glance was enough to recognize the elite nature of these troops.

Auris’s pupils narrowed slightly.

Such an army, even if placed in that tumultuous era, represented a formidable force not to be underestimated. It possessed the capability to create significant impacts in a pivotal battle, potentially reversing the tide of war.

Then from within the haze came a rumbling, thunderous sound, and the disc-shaped warship that once confronted Su Heng emerged. Two smaller ships flanked it, orbiting like satellites around a planet. However, the scene was somewhat obscured by the hazy smoke and dim light, making the specifics hard to distinguish.

"This is my determination," Simmons declared, "I must ensure that this power can be wielded at a crucial moment. Our goal is not merely to eradicate the remnants of that accursed dragon but also to retake the Dragon Abyss and reunite the scattered demon descendant tribes that have been apart for four thousand seven hundred years."

As he spoke,

His voice grew involuntarily louder, his eyes flickering with a captivating light.

Simmons severed the connection with the beings behind him, and the eager restlessness disappeared.

He looked at Auris without reservation.

The watchfulness and scrutiny on Auris’s face faded somewhat, replaced by a degree of appreciation.

"You have done well to reach this stage despite the tribe’s dispersion and decline," he commented, "If those old companions could see today’s scene, I believe they would not regret the sacrifices they made in the past."

Among the demon descendant tribe, many powerful figures were present,

Including the spirit consciousness within Auris’s body, the Light King, Drake.

With their power, if they wished to depart, all they had to do was dive into the fissure leading to the realm of immortality, beyond any pursuit. They chose to stay and fight to the death for the continued existence of their people, to give the weaker members a chance to flee the crisis aboard ark warships.

"My soul is severely fragmented, and I cannot maintain this state for long." Auris looked up at the moon and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"Ensure that the remains of the cursed dragon do not fall into enemy hands," Simmons replied without hesitation, decisively.

"All right!" Auris nodded.

He had an innate confidence about him, as if his promise would surely be kept.

Simmons continued, "In the Dragon Abyss, there are two human powerhouses who warrant special attention."

"One is Su Heng, whom you have already seen."

"The other is King Qingyang; he breached the seal, allowing a large number of human cultivators to flood into the Dragon Abyss."

Speaking of King Qingyang.

Simmons’s tone subtly revealed a gritting of teeth.

If it hadn’t been for King Qingyang’s meddling, even with the considerable commotion caused by the opening of Dragon Tomb, there wouldn’t have been nearly as many people present. A few loose cultivators here and there didn’t bother Simmons any more than bugs on the ground.

But once their numbers increased...

They became a force of great destructive power, a threat that could not be ignored.

Simmons felt an immense pressure from these people, not to mention the immortals from the mountains and the hired hands behind them.

Simmons briefly introduced Su Heng and King Qingyang’s martial arts characteristics and past exploits. Then, raising his hand, he displayed King Qingyang’s portrait in the same manner to him.

Auris said, "I understand."

He exerted a slight force under his feet and light as a feather, hopped down from the rock.

He took two steps forward, at first a bit stiff, as if just awakened and not quite familiar with his current body. But Auris’s movements quickly became agile, and with a light leap, his figure transformed into a ray of rainbow light and disappeared into the dark depths.

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Within the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm.

Su Heng leaped down from the distant mountains and landed in the basin, on top of the colossal ink dragon corpse.

Even in death, the ink dragon exuded an aura so strong that it could be described as heaven-scaling and brimming with deadly energy. Ordinary martial artists couldn’t even come close without having their souls shattered, inevitably leaving no bones behind.

Even with a physique like Su Heng, when he landed on the remnants of the ink dragon,

He felt a slight sting, grazing his skin. One could only imagine how terrifying such a creature would be on the battlefield—as apocalyptic as the end of days itself—able to move mountains, seas, and obliterate a city in an instant.

Yet such a powerful true dragon was covered in wounds.

Dragon scales exploded, flesh peeled back, sinews snapped, and some wounds were so deep that the bone was visible. Among its flesh were embedded crossbow arrows and blades.

And around the wounds were signs of healing. As a divine beast, the true dragon’s vitality was extraordinarily tenacious, but even so, it was beyond recovery. Weakened by various means continuously, it met its end with a final blow.

King Qingyang and Zhao Jue had both mentioned the schemes of the Demon Descendants, in addition to the vanishing ark battleship.

Although Su Heng successfully reached the deepest part of Dragon Tomb.

At this moment, a hint of urgency crept into his heart, so after a quick inspection of his surroundings, Su Heng started to prepare.

Because of fissures in the ground, there was air here. But it was filled with sulfur and intense poison. Su Heng took a deep breath, feeling instantly invigorated as his lungs gradually warmed up. The body of the ink dragon extended over a kilometer, and any one of its wounds was large enough to fit Su Heng’s entire body.

He sat cross-legged in front of the largest blood pit, which corresponded to the location of the seven inches—the heart of the true dragon. It could be presumed that this was the strike that ended the life of the true dragon.

Inside Su Heng, three hearts beat in turn while the power of the Seed of Destruction spread outward.

He then fully activated his Bright Sun Divine Skill and the Flesh Furnace talent.

Whoosh!

Su Heng opened his mouth wide to inhale.

A stream of crimson light burst out from the wound, melding into Su Heng’s body and being rapidly transformed and absorbed.

Owing to Su Heng’s unique physique and the changes brought about by his long-term fusion with Dragon Marrow, his ability to absorb and digest Dragon Blood was exceptionally strong. Nearly as soon as these pieces of flesh reached Su Heng’s gaping mouth, the muscles and organs in his abdomen began to wriggle and assimilate them into nutrients.

Certain minuscule molecules that contained the mystic power of the divine beast spread outwards, bringing transformation while converging into the marrow of Su Heng’s spine, bursting with vigorous vitality.

As layer upon layer of the true dragon’s flesh was digested and devoured,

Su Heng felt an intense heat throughout his body. His body shook and numerous sharp, black spines pierced through his robe, shredding it to pieces.

He instinctively transformed into his true form, which brought him much relief. As the golden light flashed on his scales and lightning streaked across, the shadow of Su Heng’s figure swelled, growing even larger.

By then, the flesh surrounding the wound had been completely devoured by Su Heng.

The inner organs were exposed, and on the heart, as huge and red as a fireball, was a golden spear glowing with golden light. Forged from an unknown material, ancient runes were inscribed along its shaft.

Whoosh!

Su Heng’s gaze sharpened slightly as he reached out to pull the spear, intending to take it back for his collection.

But at that moment, the runes on the spear sequentially lit up. In an instant, a dazzling gold light burst forth, blindingly bright like a little sun, radiating searing majesty. The spear flew out steadily, spun in the air, and was finally caught by a rather delicate palm.

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