One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 584 - 479: In Heaven and on Earth, Amongst All Buddhas, Gods, and Demons; Who Can Stop Me, Who Dares to Stop Me!?_2

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Outside Lishui Ancient City.

Su Heng closed his eyes, exerting the authority of the Spirit Void Dao Wood.

In the real world, the Spirit Void Dao Wood and Su Heng’s true body were a great distance apart, yet in the realm of longevity, such distances were disregarded. The Spirit Void Dao Wood had been refined by Su Heng’s mighty spiritual power and was essentially an extension of himself, almost indivisible from his soul.

The dome of the sky shook violently, and thunderous rumbles erupted from behind Su Heng.

The lead-grey clouds in the sky swiftly converged, growing darker like a surging tide, with blue-purple lightning dancing wildly like dragons among the clouds. Li Hongxiu, Ban Poluo, and others felt a drop in pressure, struggling to breathe. Ban Poluo even exclaimed while looking at the sky, "I can feel the presence of the Immortal Spirit Root, my Lord truly possesses vast Divine Skills."

Crack!

Accompanied by a waterfall-like descent of lightning.

From afar, rustling sounds emanated, and the projection of the Spirit Void Dao Wood was immensely tall.

It resembled the legendary World Tree, its massive trunk propping up the heavens and the earth, while its vast canopy soared into the clouds where the gods dwelled, the Palace of the Polestar of the Jade Emperor. To the mortal eye, only a hazy white light and a corner of the celestial realm were visible, yet even that was enough to arouse longing.

Under the authority of Su Heng, the Spirit Void Dao Wood descended, with countless branches hanging down from above the clouds, so large yet so tender, sketching out the arc of the storm in the dark void.

"What is illusion, and what is reality? Under my authority, death is not the end of everything." Su Heng’s demeanor suddenly turned authoritative, "Those who chant my true name, within cycles of reincarnation, shall witness eternity!"

Whirr!

Hundreds of millions of green leaves rustled, ribbons of light danced and hung down.

Li Hongxiu and Ban Poluo were astounded by the scene unfolding before them, with Lishui Ancient City reduced to ruins amidst explosions and strong impacts.

Yet under the heavenly might of Su Heng, the city was revitalized with new life.

On the shattered remains, ethereal souls gradually emerged. They had just opened their eyes, still unaware of what had just happened, and only after some time did they begin to realize the fact of their own deaths. Before they had time to mourn their own demise, the gentle light emanating from the Spirit Void Dao Wood instinctively drew these souls.

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"Is that the legendary celestial realm?"

"Mom, mom... I saw my mother there," an elderly man said, tears streaming down his face.

He felt his body so light as if he could drift upwards with the wind. Following the hanging branches and white light, these souls soared towards the celestial realm above the dark clouds. As each soul merged into the authority of the Spirit Void Dao Wood, Su Heng felt each one like a drop of warm, pure water falling into a lake.

The memories, experiences, and emotions of those people... everything they went through while alive became nourishment for Su Heng’s cultivation.

Some souls tasted bitter, while others were as fiery as flames.

The spiritual power born from a single absorbed soul was but a drop of water in the Yangtze River for Su Heng, nearly insubstantial.

However, in this catastrophe, far too many had perished. And at the moment of their life’s end, they experienced extreme pain and fear. Emotion is a genuine form of power, and when this power accumulates sufficiently and grows strong enough, it can even stir a destructive tidal wave in the realm of longevity.

A single soul is a drop of water; a million souls are a storm.

The roaring rain fell into the misty lake, slowly causing the water level to rise, engulfing rivers to form a boundless sea.

This is what Su Heng was undergoing; he had a strong premonition that when his spiritual power truly metamorphosed into an ocean,

At that moment, he would be only one step away from grasping control over his Dao path and completely reaching the realm of Destruction Power. Moreover, Su Heng’s Dao path relied on no external force, solely on his relentless cultivation. Coupled with the robust Dao foundation accumulated over days, it’s easy to imagine how formidable this power, one of the most potent and fundamental Dao paths, would be.

"Sigh..."

Su Heng exhaled a breath of turbid air.

As the dark clouds gathered, a roaring downpour fell from the sky.

Lishui Ancient City’s blazing flames were extinguished somewhat, but the smoke still billowed upwards.

Most of the souls were absorbed and digested by Su Heng, while a few weaker souls drifted away with the wind.

Su Heng had not forgotten the promise he made to Yang Ye—if there were survivors in this disaster, he would find a way to give them a chance to live. Moreover, it was indeed necessary to preserve some of the infected as material, to seek a cure for the Divine Plague from their bodies.

"Snap!"

He snapped his fingers, and the power of the Demon Engine was activated.

Souls involved in the battlefield were transcended and absorbed, and the remaining corpses were not to be wasted.

As the power of the Eternal Heaven descended upon them, these dead bodies came back to life. Some of them grew sharp fangs and claws, and rough animal-like hair sprouted on their bodies, having been mutated into demons by the Eternal Heaven.

There was a time when Su Heng was embarrassingly cornered by an obscure little demon in the mountains, but now he could freely create and deprive them of life at will.

As for those corpses that were too shattered, Su Heng used the mother worm to gather them together, leaving rows of eggs half the height of a person on the scorched streets.

These eggs quickly hatched and burst open, birthing flying dragons, brain worms, and mantis samurai.

They just born, rapidly drawing nutrients from the external environment, visibly growing, and upon reaching their full form, they moved in groups towards the surrounding cities led by the brain worms. Amidst thunderous sounds, the ground trembled, and buildings and city walls collapsed violently with dust rising in the rain.

Boom!

A massive explosion occurred, forming a powerful fireball.

A freshly hatched mixed squad was instantly annihilated; all the alien bugs and demons within were obliterated.

These monsters were Su Heng’s claws, an extension of the Demon Dragon’s will, swiftly created but not to be underestimated. Yet, they were easily killed.

"Some unobservant folk are giving me trouble."

Su Heng’s face was expressionless, his eyes reflecting the city like purgatory.

His spirit instantly crossed tens of thousands of meters, and upon seeing clearly who was coming, a slightly surprised expression appeared on the creature’s face. He touched his chin, "I didn’t expect it to be you, but well, we’d have to face each other sooner or later anyway."

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In a distant abandoned town.

Ji Huaxi picked up a crimson long spear from a fiery crater.

Cold rain poured down from the sky, leaving her drenched, her originally splendid ceremonial gown completely soaked, outlining the voluptuous silhouette of the Princess, with an enticing glimpse of snowy white at her chest. Su Heng had quite a few dealings with Ji Huaxi, but most of the time she appeared as a Martial Artist or General, he hadn’t expected her feminine assets to be so impressive.

Compared to Su Heng’s interest, Ji Huaxi was enveloped in a shattered tragic beauty.

In front of her lay the ruins of a city, once home to millions. Now, it was filled with the corpses of the elderly and children, monstrous beings crouched on top of them, devouring their flesh. The giant Spirit Void Dao Wood hovered in the sky, men and women’s souls also being extracted and drained.

Ji Huaxi had seen such scenes not just once on the road, but she kept deceiving herself, hoping it was all fake, maybe a misunderstanding.

But now, looking at the distant, aloof, and cold face of Su Heng.

Ji Huaxi suddenly felt as if stabbed in the chest by a sharp sword.

The pain made it hard to breathe.

Swish!

She gripped the long spear, her face set with a warrior’s resolve, a flame ignited on her body, crimson as blood, "Why are you doing this!?"

"Why? What kind of explanation do you want me to give?"

But Su Heng just laughed, "What explanation, and to whom? Whatever I, Su Heng, desire to do, in heaven and earth, among all gods and demons, who can stop me, who dares to stop me!?"