One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 537: Chapter 443: The Body of the Ancient God, Rapid Deterioration

Deep within the Blood Realm, inside a vast underground palace beneath the Taibola Volcano.

This is the place where Su Heng uses to meditate in seclusion. The surrounding air is filled with a scorching and decaying scent, and the thick walls are carved with blood-colored runes that flicker with light. In a corner, numerous consumed demonic remains are carelessly strewn, some skulls still faintly radiate a jade-like luster.

In the center of the secret chamber.

Su Heng’s huge body is sitting cross-legged on the rough and darkened floor.

At this moment, he has resumed his original form, his massive body like a dark cloud overshadowing the sky, filling the entire space with an oppressive presence; black scales shimmer with crackling sparks.

Whoo!

His breathing is heavy and sluggish.

Each breath makes the ground around him buzz and tremble, and even the distant magma lakes boil and bubble up in response.

As time passes, Su Heng’s breathing quickens, and the sound of air rushing through the corridors of the palace is like hundreds of wild beasts roaring in the dark forest.

Swoosh!

When that sound sharpens to its peak.

Su Heng opens his eyes.

The extreme spiritual power transforms his pupils, making them resemble two golden swords shooting outward, landing forcefully on the distant rock walls.

The walls instantly crack and sink in, and then large chunks of rock roll down, falling into the dark red magma below, briefly pausing before being swallowed and melted.

As the sound of the exploding rocks gradually quiets down.

Su Heng safely awakens as well.

He first waves his hand, turning one entire side of the dark wall into a smooth mirror.

Then he sees his highly dragon-transformed body in it; his face covered with black, fierce scales, a thick and solid chin, and scythe-like pale teeth protruding violently from his black lips. And then there are the pupils, radiating golden light, with a tangible authority that makes them shine like two little suns in the slightly gloomy palace.

“Hu!”

Su Heng exhales a mouthful of stale air, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

He stands up from the ground, moving slowly, but the strength in every motion is not to be underestimated, the friction sound between scales like hammers striking on iron felt, and sparks fly from his body. This underground palace is located directly below the temple, with a main thoroughfare that leads directly to the outside world.

Bang!

With Su Heng taking a step forward, his long tail sways.

Tearing through the air, leaving scratches on the pillars.

His body gradually shrinks, and the power that had been emanating outward is reabsorbed into his body.

The captivating golden light in his eyes dims somewhat, and by the time Su Heng stands at the entrance of the palace, his height has returned to around three meters sixty.

His sturdy body is draped in a black robe.

Wind blows from the distant wilderness, the robe fluttering, the rock-solid muscles on his chest exposed to the air.

Su Heng squints his eyes, looking ahead.

This meditation must have taken quite some time, and perhaps Li Hongxiu had some gains again, as great changes seem to have occurred outside.

The world is vast and boundless, and the sky is without thin clouds. A blood-colored light scatters down from the distant sky, and the Blood River, which divides the two continents of north and south, is like a curtain dropped down by the gods.

Beneath the endless sky, there lies a vast field, where a gigantic tree stands proudly.

It has nine branches, thick and knotted like the arms of a giant, reaching towards the sky, its leaves shimmering with the luster of brass, seeming even more divine against the backdrop of the blood-colored sky. The ancient runes from the Heavenly Spirit realm wrap around it like a rainbow, with huge dragon-winged beasts darting in and out.

This tree, thousands of meters tall,

Is the Spirit Void Dao Wood that Su Heng took great pains to bring back from the Heavenly Spirit realm.

After being fully refined and controlled by Su Heng, like one of his avatars, it was placed in the Blood Realm where it has taken root anew, already becoming a marvelous spectacle.

As for those dragon beasts.

Su Heng is not clear where they came from.

But before, he mentioned to Li Hongxiu that after gaining control of the origin, they could try to restore the ecosystem of the Blood Realm.

The more flourishing the ecology within the Blood Realm, the more benefits Li Hongxiu could reap, enhancing her cultivation.

These dragon beasts must have been found from the outside world during the time he was in meditation.

In such contemplation.

Su Heng’s thoughts move, and his consciousness instantly connects with the Spirit Void Dao Wood.

As Su Heng’s spiritual power has significantly increased during his seclusion, coupled with the “Soul Path” controlled through the Spirit Void Dao Wood;

Even without considering his powerful original form, in terms of just techniques, Su Heng would not be inferior to those at the Destruction Great Power Level, and might even surpass them. After all, as an Innate Spirit Root, the Spirit Void Dao Wood has much deeper research in its own Dao Path than ordinary bearers of Destruction Power, and Su Heng has fully inherited this.

Swoosh!

Like lifting a hazy curtain.

The entire world suddenly became much clearer in front of Su Heng’s eyes.

Through the perspective of the Spirit Void Dao Wood, all beings within the Blood Realm were visible to Su Heng, every detail manifesting vividly.

And it wasn’t just about seeing external details—Su Heng could even see through their skin, watch their organs squirm, blood surge beneath the pressure of their beating hearts, and even catch the flashing of an electrical signal across their brains.

For the first time, truly mastering the Dao Path, Su Heng also felt a sense of unparalleled novelty in his heart.

“Come here!”

He mentally stirred.

Through the Spirit Void Dao Wood, he conveyed his command.

In the blood-colored sky that resembled an oil painting, a two-winged Dragon Beast suddenly reared its head and let out a shriek.

It was now flapping its wings, cutting across the sky, bringing with it gusts of wind as it landed in front of Su Heng. From afar, these Dragon Beasts looked merely like small black dots, but upon closer inspection, they were massive creatures nearly twenty meters in length.

In Su Heng’s experience, most Demon Gods didn’t possess such a large size.

As a result, when it landed, the ground beneath its feet shook violently, and a swath of broken rocks and weeds cascaded down the hillside with a rustle.

Su Heng reached out his hand.

The Dragon Beast let out a roar and obediently lowered its head.

His thoughts moved slightly, and in the moment of eye contact between man and beast, the power of the Soul Path was activated, and Su Heng’s immense spiritual invaded the Dragon Beast’s body. The beast’s soul was annihilated, and a new soul was created by Su Heng.

Then, under the influence of the Seed of Destruction, its body began to expand and crackle.

The scales on its body fell off, revealing the dark red muscle beneath. The originally streamlined shape became twisted and ghastly, and the skeleton produced a cringe-worthy snap as it regrew and reassembled inside the body. The head underwent the most drastic change—beside the original slender dragon neck, a blood-red abscess grew on each side.

As soon as the abscesses formed, they swelled like inflating balloons and then burst with a loud pop. Amidst the splattering blood, two ferocious new dragon heads emerged on its body.

It was just a thought.

And a brand-new species was thus born.

From flesh to soul, life was like playdough in Su Heng’s hands, manipulated at will.

And this was under the condition that Su Heng was intentionally restraining himself.

If Su Heng were to fully recover his true form and unleash his Spiritual Power without restraint. He wouldn’t need to do anything; merely standing there would be enough to instantly cause a city with a population of hundreds of thousands to collapse. Mortals… and even some weaker Martial Artists would mutate into monsters upon merely witnessing Su Heng.

Back when his cultivation was still shallow.

With the help of the Seed of Destruction, Su Heng could also twist life forms.

But both in terms of scope and effect, they couldn’t compare to the Authority he now wielded.

“Previously, I’ve read in some strange tales that the mere cognition of certain incomprehensible powerful beings would bring about disasters. Unbeknownst to me, I’ve grown to such a stage as well,” Su Heng reflected.

He reached out and patted the three-headed Flying Dragon’s head.

The beast howled and affectionately rubbed against Su Heng’s pant leg, then with a flap of its wings and a “whoosh,” it flew towards the distant sky, causing ripples to undulate and spread across the grass beneath.

Su Heng withdrew his gaze and clasped his hands behind him. He did not hear footsteps but could sense a familiar presence next to him.

Turning his head.

A red garment, pale skin.

Li Hongxiu’s phantom-like figure was calmly watching him, with just a hint of curiosity on her face.

“Such an ability, is it a talent brought about by the Spirit Void Dao Wood?”

“Mhm.”

Li Hongxiu pondered for a moment and said, “The aura emanating from your body feels very intense to me.”

“Is that so?” Su Heng gave it some thought; it seemed that his strength had indeed increased significantly, so much so that he couldn’t properly restrain his power immediately after his retreat. However, fortunately, every bit of strength he had came from his relentless efforts, braving the cold of winter and the heat of summer, making his foundation extremely solid.

After Li Hongxiu’s reminder.

Su Heng held his breath for a moment, then refocused his gaze on himself, “How about now?”

“Much better now,” Li Hongxiu replied with a smile on her face.

“How long was I in retreat this time?”

“Just shy of a month,” Li Hongxiu answered.

“Those Flying Dragons under the Spirit Void Dao Wood…”

“They are spoils brought back by Shi Teng and Lilith from the Eternal Heaven domain; their true form is a Dragon Nest, and these Flying Dragons are merely its hatched vassals,” Li Hongxiu immediately explained.

“I don’t know if it’s just my imagination,” Su Heng nodded slightly then raised his head to look at the sky, saying, “The aura in the Blood Realm seems to have become much richer. Is it related to your training during this period?”

Hearing this.

Li Hongxiu’s smile faded, and her face grew more serious.

“My Lord.” Standing next to Su Heng, following his gaze to look at the vast Blood River that hung like a curtain in the distance, she said, “This is not a good sign. During your retreat, the outside environment has started to deteriorate rapidly, with several Mythical Battlefields beginning to spiral out of control. The Blood Realm is even expanding, almost engulfing the entire Skull Plain.”

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