One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The earth swayed, and the sky cracked.

In the Blood Realm, with a massive infusion of Chaotic Power, Taibola Volcano was erupting violently.

Hundreds of millions of tons of scarlet magma surged into the sky, rolling dark clouds within which seemed to burn like charcoal. The glowing red light traveled over ten thousand meters, casting its radiance on Su Heng's sharply defined face.

He stood within his own temple, at the window.

Clad in a long robe with black fabric and a pattern of a Golden Dragon, he swirled a large, hefty bronze wine jug in his hand.

The wine inside was thick and crimson as blood, and the hissing sound that emerged as Su Heng rotated his wrist was chilling to the bone, with wisps of white smoke emanating from the mouth of the jug.

Su Heng took a sip of the wine, squinting his eyes.

The power of his intense and firm spiritual power, robust like red copper, surged outwards, radiating and instantly enveloping the entire Blood Realm.

As if a soft curtain had been lifted, the more authentic side of this world was exposed right before him.

In the seemingly empty void.

Suddenly, numerous white points of light appeared, like shooting stars flying in reverse, soaring towards the huge crown that resembled distant green mountains, converging into strands of splendid light ribbons mid-air.

Each point of light represented the soul of a Demon Descendant.

The Demon Descendant race inherently possessed incredible abilities, and even their Innate spiritual power was much more formidable than that of humans.

For Su Heng, the residual soul power following their demise was a substantial nourishment.

Su Heng did not waste this final indulgence.

After the war ended.

He had arranged for Lilith, carrying a projection of Spirit Void Dao Wood, to head to the battlefield for collection.

She had already completed a similar task once, so doing it again now was a simple matter. As Su Heng absorbed the souls of many unjust Demon Descendants, a refreshingly cool sensation diffused throughout his consciousness. He heard wails, witnessed hellish horrors, and saw half-decayed, half-skeletal dead rising from the Blood River, roaring and demanding his life.

But Su Heng merely regarded it as a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

He neither resisted nor evaded, his body faintly shrouded in a tangible layer of dark and deadly aura.

And those visions dissipated like smoke when they approached within a three-meter radius around him, just as snowflakes vanish upon meeting scorching sunlight.

Boom!

With a flash of blinding white lightning crashing down from the sky.

The last white point of light was devoured and absorbed by the Spirit Void Dao Wood.

Nourished by a substantial amount, the latter grew swiftly, its gnarled roots burrowing deep into the ground like a roiling Earth Dragon, tearing apart the earth, billowing smoke rising. Amidst continuous thunderous noises, the robust trunk and forked branches rapidly grew at a visible rate, while the overlapping rustling of lush leaves sounded like ocean tide.

The originally level crown now completely soared into the clouds, only strands of vine emanating emerald light hung down from the dark clouds, beside which dragons and eagles circled and squawked.

The anomaly within the Spirit Void Dao Wood gradually stabilized, and the multiple illusions in front of Su Heng also vanished.

He placed the jug on the windowsill and turned around.

A curvaceous, elegant woman kneeled on the mirror-like marble floor beneath him.

With long dark-red hair that cascaded down like a cloak, her sculpted shoulders, a slightly indented waistline curving voluptuously into her hips.

Reminded Su Heng of mountains teeming with red maple leaves and laden with fruit in autumn.

Su Heng slightly narrowed his eyes, examining her with interest.

Drip!

A crystal clear bead of perspiration slid down the woman's fair chin.

Hitting the floor with a faint sound.

Su Heng uttered a sound, retracting his gaze, "Rise."

Ji Huaxi felt the iron-hard oppressive aura that enveloped the temple gradually dissipating, and the tangible darkness also scattered by the light from outside the window. She took a few heavy breaths and only then felt the soreness in her wrists and knees. Ji Huaxi slowly stood up, her head bowed, long dark-red hair cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall.

She appeared like a will-o-the-wisp on the verge of extinguishment, entirely shrouded in the shadow cast by Su Heng.

Lifting the wine jug set aside, he gently swirled the sticky and sweet liquid inside.

Su Heng's face revealed a trace of a smile and said, "Let's leave those past events in the past. I haven't taken them to heart. On the contrary, I quite admire the determination and courage you had to stand against me. Of course, it would be even better if your strength were a bit stronger, not as pitiful as before. That would please me more."

Su Heng took a sip of wine, then conjured another cup from the void, raising it in a toast to the Princess from a distance, inquiring whether she would like a drink.

Ji Huaxi shook her head.

"Thank you." She exhaled a sigh of relief, her eyes slightly dim, and said, "Ji Xuance is dead."

"Is that so?" Su Heng's mouth curled slightly, unconcerned, "In any case, he was just a puppet that did not matter."

"You should know that I once had some minor conflicts with the Third Prince. Do you know why I spared his life instead of killing him directly?"

Ji Huaxi gently shook her head, and her long hair spread out with the motion.

"I was originally planning to leave this task for you. Sibling strife would have been an interesting scene. But since he is already dead, let's call it quits. Besides, dying at the hands of an enemy, though tragic, can be considered somewhat valiant, far better than dying by your hand," Su Heng teased.