One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Boom!

Continuous and surging energy tides acted upon Su Heng’s body, his hefty frame was violently flung into the air, crashing into a steep cliff behind him.

The cliff crumbled with a loud bang, and the blasted boulders buried Su Heng completely. After a moment of silence, a bloody, black and red hand suddenly reached out. With a forceful push downward, Su Heng’s exceptionally burly body emerged from the pile of rocks.

His scales burst open, blood streaming everywhere; some injuries were so deep that bones were visible, making him look extremely wretched.

At first, Su Heng was staggering as he walked.

He left behind a trail of blood-red footprints.

But soon he stood firm, his body visibly healing at an alarming speed.

Even the blood scattered on the ground, as if alive, coalesced together, flew into the air, and finally re-entered Su Heng’s body.

"Hoo..."

In front of him was a lifeless desert, the sun was huge and blazing, and the bright sunlight was enough to make ordinary people squint in such an environment. The intense heat slightly distorted the air, causing thick smoke to rise up.

The air was filled with a scent of sulfur and dust.

Su Heng didn’t mind it.

Further ahead was a massive Ferris wheel, taking up half of the sky.

Su Heng looked at it for a while, waiting for his memories to slowly return. Only then he realized that the Ferris wheel was none other than the Ark warship that had self-destructed and crashed from the sky.

The collision of the Ark warship with Su Heng’s full force caused horror-inducing damage, not only permanently altering the environment of this battlefield. The residual radiation and chaotic currents turned this land into a lifeless forbidden zone.

Moreover, seven or eight out of ten Demon Descendants and human Martial Artists on the battlefield had likely died in the explosion.

As for the survivors —

Even if they were lucky enough to escape, they were probably seriously injured.

The radiation on Su Heng’s body could cause damage at the cellular level, so even Earth Immortals would find it difficult to recover.

He shook his head, flinging these trivial matters out of his mind.

Su Heng lifted his leg and walked forward.

He arrived at the crash site of the Ark warship, and even though only fragments remained, the impact they brought was still terrific. The huge disc shell of the warship directly pierced through the ground, revealing a space below it. That space was like a glistening cave, tremendously vast, with a circular altar rising in the center.

Su Heng saw Simmons.

Strange to say, although Simmons’s strength was not weak,

He had survived the explosive force that even someone as robust as Su Heng couldn’t fully withstand, even though he was in a wretched state. Two thighs and one arm were permanently gone, leaving only one left arm. And the flesh below the elbow had all evaporated away, leaving no trace. The blood inside was also drained, the bones and muscles stained with mud were exposed.

At the moment, he was slumped at the edge of the altar, tilting his head back, gasping for air violently.

Behind Simmons was a long, blood-stained scratch. Obviously, he had first landed near the altar and then, using his only remaining arm, dragged his body to this position slowly and with difficulty.

"What has he come here for?" Su Heng wondered.

The guy thoughtfully touched his chin, eyeing the altar behind Simmons.

There were neither ancient Demon Descendant script nor surging Earth energy; the altar appeared ordinary, just a plain piece of stone. There were also some crude stripes, probably abstract symbols of stars and the sun.

And that was all.

Su Heng did notice something — the surging Earth energy beneath his feet had disappeared without a trace at some point.

"What is this thing?" Su Heng’s gaze landed on Simmons.

He had asked subconsciously, without intending to get an actual answer from Simmons.

Unexpectedly,

Simmons opened his mouth and revealed a smile, "Home."

"So?" Su Heng asked calmly, "It seems your plan succeeded."

"..." This time, Simmons didn’t respond, but gazed vaguely at the sky illuminated by the bright sun.

His voice became exceptionally weak, as if the wind was blowing from a distant wilderness, "I lay on the grass, watching the sun, fall..."

Simmons slowly closed his eyes.

His muscles could no longer support him, and his head tilted to one side, with dark red blood flowing out of his nostrils like two rivers. The blood was mixed with specks of white turbid fluid, which were the remnants of Simmons’s melted brain.

Gazing at Simmons’s corpse, Su Heng fell into silence for a while.

The former Elder Zhao Jue of Wendao had given Su Heng many materials on Demon Descendants, plus the information he had gathered through various channels over time.

Although he couldn’t be certain, Su Heng could guess the intentions of Simmons and the other Demon Descendants quite well.

It was nothing more than sending a message through some channel.

Attracting the remaining Demon Descendants to return.

Given the composed demeanor Simmons displayed at the end, he must have succeeded in fulfilling his duty.

The dawn of a new era.

The war between humans and Demon Descendants had never ended, and what was happening now, as well as what was to come, was merely a continuation of that war.

The ripples in the realm of Eternal Heaven grew more hazardous, and humanity had already been proliferating on this land for thousands of years.

There was no possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two.

This war,

Involving the survival of races, was destined to be extraordinarily tragic.

And judging from the strength displayed by Simmons’s tribe, even though they had once been expelled,

After developing for thousands of years in Eternal Heaven, the might of the Demon Descendants was definitely not to be underestimated. Now, even a second-tier Moonshadow Battleship could threaten Su Heng.

Not to mention the top-tier "Sunshine class," and the "Avenger" class of unknown scale.

And the powerhouses among the Demon Descendants were also not to be taken lightly.

Even during the clashes with the Demon Descendants’ powerhouses, Su Heng discovered that some of the Divine Skills of human Martial Artists were somewhat similar to the bloodline talents of the Demon Descendants. Considering their past connections, there might also be some deep-seated link between the two.

With this in mind, Su Heng felt a bit of a headache.

However, even if the Demon Descendants were truly to return, the ones who should be most troubled by this were not himself.

But rather the mighty Great Zhou Dynasty that reigned supreme and suppressed everything. Although the current Great Zhou Dynasty appeared to be in decline, a skinny camel still surpasses a horse in size. The military power and heritage it possessed were still unfathomable. And then there was that Martial Emperor whose recent situation was unclear…

Even the ancient lineages of Immortal Sects and Noble Families remained quiet at this time.

Simply accumulating power in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to come.

With that thought,

Su Heng gradually eased his mindset.

This trip to Dragon Abyss, Su Heng’s core goal was to obtain the dragon remains.

This mission was undoubtedly perfectly accomplished, and as for the rest, if he could prevent and avoid some possible trouble, that would certainly be best. Even if he hadn’t succeeded, should he face challenges in the future, Su Heng was very confident in his own strength and had no fear.

"Although he is an enemy, he is brave and strategic, indeed worthy of respect," Su Heng’s gaze fell upon Simmons.

To cultivate to such an extent, finding an opponent who could bring sufficient pressure was very difficult.

Simmons had brought pressure to Su Heng twice, making him a worthy adversary.

To simply walk away, leaving him to be a corpse in the wild.

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"I don’t know if this custom exists where you come from, but let it be so," Su Heng spread his fingers, and a ball of orange-yellow flame condensed out of thin air in his palm.

Su Heng gently tossed it forward, and the flame landed on Simmons’s body, immediately erupting.

Simmons’s flesh and blood quickly began to melt, followed by his bones.

In the end, only a handful of black ash remained on the ground.

"Whew!"

Su Heng blew gently.

The bone ashes were swept away by the strong wind, drifting along and merging with the torrential sandstorm outside, with no telling where they would ultimately land. Su Heng retracted his gaze from outside the cavern, ready to leave, but a dazzling light caught his attention.

He looked down and saw a fist-sized silver-white sphere in the corner of the altar.

The sphere gave Su Heng an inexplicably familiar feeling.

After a moment’s thought,

An enlightened expression appeared on Su Heng’s face.

Previously, during his fight with Simmons, the latter was covered with a layer of silver-white metal.

And astonishingly, it withstood several of Su Heng’s attacks without a scratch.

To know that even now, the destructive breath spurred from the golden crow’s heart was still Su Heng’s primary means of attack. Its power was limitless, and its destructive force extremely formidable. Even after merging with the dragon remains, Su Heng’s body could withstand it, but would certainly still be injured.

Yet Simmons actually withstood a hit from Su Heng in his normal state.

This feat was remarkable.

Now it seemed that the origin lay within this small metallic sphere in front of him.

Su Heng waved his hand and manipulated gravity. The sphere spun into midair, refracting light, and ultimately landed in Su Heng’s hand. He squeezed it with force, only leaving a few distinct marks. Also, its characteristic of blocking both physical and spiritual power was very obvious.

To Su Heng, it felt like an upgraded version of dead iron metal.

Su Heng realized this object held great potential for development and placed it into a separate space within the Blood Furnace.

Swish!

Immediately after, Su Heng left the recessed altar.

He flashed above the shattered armor of the ark battleship, infusing more attribute points into the "Blood Furnace" talent.

After merging with the dragon remains, Su Heng’s weight surged, and his attribute points exceeded one million. As he injected a massive number of attribute points, the space inside the Blood Furnace expanded rapidly.

Boom!

First, Su Heng transformed, entering into Heavenly Demon state.

Then, over a hundred million tons of gravity were applied to the broken remains of the battleship ahead.

One corner was forcibly lifted by Su Heng, and a large amount of soil and sand cascaded down. Accompanied by a flash of red light in the air and adhering to the principle of not leaving empty-handed, he packed up the entire giant battleship and abruptly vanished from above the battlefield.

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