One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Once someone started, the rest followed with their echoes.

A few familiar cultivators whispered among themselves, clearly not saying anything pleasant.

Boom!

Suddenly, a clap of thunder exploded in the distance.

Almost instantly, the already exaggerated Dragon Power became even more violent.

Some people were so frightened that they lost their footing, stumbled, and nearly fell to the ground, getting rolled over by the black and red winds.

The cultivators who had been whispering just now were even paler.

"No way!"

They exchanged glances, all with expressions of impending doom, "We were just talking about him in secret, so far away, he couldn’t possibly have heard us."

A cultivator with buckteeth, looking like an old man, laughed at their faces and slapped his thigh gleefully, "Just a moment ago, that rat-faced old man got slapped to death for giving him just a couple of words of advice. You guys actually dared to curse him in private, go home and get yourselves ready for the worst."

"Old man, I’m leaving first, farewell." The bucktoothed old man trotted off quickly, leaving a trail of dust behind, and soon disappeared from everyone’s sight.

The rest knew that the Dragon Corpses were destined to be beyond their reach and could only let go of their last bit of hope. With a sigh, they left too. Some even patted the shoulders of the young cultivators they passed, offering a look of helpless sympathy.

The faces of these few became even paler.

If at first, it felt like they were scaring themselves.

Now, the reactions of the people around them made their hearts sink and a chill ran down their spines.

Defaming someone in public and having it reach the ears of the sovereign, means the execution of the entire nine kin!

This kind of damned event, it couldn’t actually happen to them, could it?

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Bang!

Inside the Demon Descendant’s lunar shadow-type ark warship.

In the center of a dimly lit square hall, surrounded by black metal.

A young Demon Descendant woman with indigo skin, a graceful figure, eyes covered with a black cloth, and an aura of mystery floating gently in mid-air. Around her were intercrossing dark golden metal rings, engraved with white inscriptions.

At the moment, they were emitting a gentle hum, rotating continuously like planets orbiting around a star.

Shzz!

Suddenly, a series of beeping noises came through.

The inscriptions on the rings quickly changed from white to the dangerous red before thick smoke began to rise.

The woman’s orifices bled, her countenance was fierce, and her face was twisted in agony.

She opened her mouth to let out a silent scream.

With slender fingers, she scratched her own face, leaving long, bloody marks on her smooth and soft cheeks.

Sitting beside her in the chairs were a male and a female Demon Descendant observers in crisp military uniforms. Their gaze had been intently fixed on the inscription screen before them, surveying the entire battlefield from top to bottom.

But within the slightly blurry image at the center, Su Heng seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

He spread his fingers and reached out, vaguely making a grasping motion.

Immediately after, the image became distorted and choppy.

The content inside vanished, taking with it the Stargazer responsible for remotely operating the Heavenly Eye, who was now struggling violently in the void, appearing to be in extreme pain.

This turn of events was clearly unexpected; the two observers hurriedly got up, stepped up the stairs, and tried to pull the Stargazer out of the smoking metal ring.

But as he reached out an arm, there came a dreadful scream from the lush lips of the Stargazer.

Then, bang—

The head of the Stargazer exploded, and his bright red blood splattered all over.

The male Demon Descendant first stood there stupefied and then emotionlessly raised his arm, wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve.

"It seems the Heavenly Eye has been detected," the male Demon Descendant stated calmly, without looking back at the shattered body of the Stargazer.

"And Auris has also failed, dying completely," the remaining female Demon Descendant said with furrowed brows and a gloomy face, "What should we do now?"

"It’s just an unexpected situation. Our plan will not fail," reassured the male Demon Descendant, noticing his companion’s worry. He reached out and patted her shoulder before continuing, "Prioritize the issues. Report what happened here to Lord Simmons, and he will decide."

"Alright!" the female Demon Descendant agreed, nodding and springing into action.

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Meanwhile, within the Dragon Abyss.

The confrontation between Simmons and King Qingyang also came to an end.

Bang!

The two exchanged a punch from a distance.

Simmons’s body was engulfed in cyan flames that clung to him like burrs on bone, unquenchable. He extended his hand and ruthlessly tore off the flesh burning on his arm, throwing it to the ground, then stomped it out. The muscles on his arm tensed, and the bleeding wound suddenly ceased.

His body was covered in burns, and he looked quite wretched, but his breath was still at its peak.

Though Demon Descendants weren’t immortal, both their innate spirit and physique were much stronger than humans.

Along with their innate talents.

In most cases, when a Demon Descendant of the same realm fought a human, the former was more likely to have the upper hand.

King Qingyang’s armor was shattered, his hair disheveled, and his deeply sunken eyes were laced with bloodshot veins, as if he had been sleepless for ten days and nights, his dark circles conspicuously evident. His whole being radiated a feeble air, clearly pushing his spirit, energy, and essence to the peak, now sliding down from his state.

King Qingyang sighed, acknowledging that this was his limit.

"The rest is up to you," King Qingyang had agreed with Su Heng that the loser would protect the way for the victor. Although he had a good impression of Su Heng, it wasn’t to the extent of risking his life for him. By reaching this point, King Qingyang considered that he had done his utmost.

"The splendor of the Demon Descendants has already faded; humanity is now in its prime. A forceful return is akin to a moth to the flame, and the inevitable outcome is shattered bones and ashes, with no hope of recovery." King Qingyang had conversed with Simmons during their fight.

Combined with information previously gathered through various channels, King Qingyang had a rough idea of Simmons’s purpose for this venture.

He spoke loudly and advised, "The people of old are gone; it’s better to become a whiff of the breeze and let go. Perhaps that way, there can be a new beginning."

"You’re not qualified to stand in our shoes and say that," Simmons responded harshly.

"The weak who do not yield only become more bent, and the hasty who seek victory often face defeat," King Qingyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, "If you insist on this course of action, heh..."

He said no more.

He looked up at the huge shadow in the sky for a moment.

Then, his body flashed, transforming into a streak of light that scattered and vanished right in front of Simmons.

Simmons didn’t chase after him but instead turned around to look at a Heavy Armor Guard behind him, "What’s the matter?"

The guard whispered a reply.

Simmons’s expression turned somewhat ugly, but he quickly resumed his previous stern demeanor, like emotionless steel.

"I understand," he pondered, then said, "Issue my command. Have the ’Stormbringer’ head to the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm and destroy the entire realm and everything within it, regardless of the cost."

"Yes, sir!" The Heavy Armor Guard bowed respectfully, thumping his right hand against his chest heavily.

After the "clang" of steel meeting steel, he turned crisply and left.

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The spacecraft Simmons brought this time.

Apart from the core Moonshadow-class battleship "Vengeance," there were also two other relatively smaller but fully armed and powerful ancient warships, the "Stormbringer" and "Blade’s Edge."

The purpose of these warships was not only to serve as transportation and ultimate weapons. More importantly, they were to repair the Formations left on the Earth veins.

Thousands of years ago, the defeated Demon Descendants took to their spacecraft, seeking a new home in the Eternal Heavens.

In the Eternal Heavens, the concepts of time and space were vague and chaotic.

Some tribes ventured too far and were isolated. Coupled with the fact that for thousands of years, human Cultivators had been eradicating traces and idols left by the Demon Descendants, making it impossible to find the way back.

If it were at any other time, it would be fine. Even as an ancient race with only survivors left, the Demon Descendants’ power was still not to be underestimated.

Even in the harsh environment of the Eternal Heavens, they could continue to survive and thrive.

But now, the echoes in the Eternal Heavens grew stronger, and the environment turned increasingly hostile. Ancient cultivators began to return, powerful demon gods emerged endlessly, and destructive forces from ancient evil cast their shadows.

These tribes were on the brink of extinction.

If they continued to stay, becoming lost in the Eternal Heavens could mean the demise of their entire force.

Therefore, for the Demon Descendants, returning was an inevitable choice. In chaotic times, they would either fight desperately to carve out a path of survival and reclaim the land lost by their ancestors or perish in the raging torrents of the Eternal Heavens, completely disappearing into the dust of history.

This was a struggle for survival, with no way back.

The Demon Descendants had many tribes, and after leaving their ancestral lands, these tribes existed in the manner of legions.

The tribe Simmons belonged to was known as the "Stargazers." Among the remaining tribes, the "Stargazers" could only be considered medium-sized, but the responsibility they inherited was extremely unique.

This responsibility was to sound the horn of doom in the Dragon Abyss.

Once the horn sounded, it signified the arrival of the end!

All Demon Descendants, no matter where they were, would hear the call and were obliged to respond.

The scattered Demon Descendants from thousands of years would gather like stars in the sky, launching the final war to take back everything that rightfully belonged to them.

The captain of the "Stormbringer" was named Balk, a middle-aged man with a mouth full of steel teeth and a fierce face.

Ever since he learned of the history and the responsibilities he bore from his predecessors, he trained day and night, tapping into the bloodline within him, believing he was born to sound the horn.

But at such a moment, Balk was reassigned by Simmons to perform another task.

Anger, impulsiveness, confusion... intense emotions boiled in his chest like hot water.

Nevertheless, Balk chose to obey the order and proceed with the mission. He was a contemporary of Simmons and knew that the latter was far more outstanding than himself. There must be a reason for such a decision.

It turned out just as Babek had thought.

When he arrived above the Dragon Tomb world aboard the "Stormbringer" and saw the bizarre and terrifying scene below,

The entire central control room fell into a silent stillness.

It was only after a few heartbeats of time passed that someone finally let out a deep breath with a tone of disbelief, "What the hell is that!?"

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