One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Wanyuan Plain, Bronze Fortress.

Swoosh!

Along with the rapid descent and the fierce friction created by the air.

A huge black shadow appeared at the top of the fortress, it was a magma ball bursting forth from a distant volcanic eruption, over a hundred meters in diameter, covered in a thick layer of black flames, traversing tens of kilometers, tearing through the clouds, and crashing down with a piercing whistling sound, the ensuing shadow rapidly enlarging on the city walls.

Boom!

In the instant the magma ball was about to smash into the city walls.

A burst of blue flames shot out, accompanied by runes spreading, the magma ball first froze mid-air, then shattered into pieces, exploding with a loud bang.

People had reassembled atop the city walls, evidently unprepared for the war unfolding before them.

There was no time to react.

Blown haphazardly about by the blast wave produced by the explosion, in a terribly awkward state.

In such a scenario, a tall figure with a beard and a serious face stood prominently amidst the crowd.

This person was King Qingyang.

Having left Dragon Abyss earlier, with the help of Su Heng.

King Qingyang had already sensed that he was close to a breakthrough, but was then delayed due to injuries inflicted by the Immortal Corpse King. Fortunately, King Qingyang had profound accumulations in the Dharma Phase, so there were no complications, and upon emerging from seclusion, he smoothly advanced to the Heavenly Awakening Realm.

However, he had just come to his senses when he sharply perceived some changes in the heavens and earth.

Upon seeing the conscription letter sent by the Princess, King Qingyang realized that their current situation was extremely dire, having reached a critical turning point.

Thus...

After ending his seclusion.

King Qingyang had not even had time to familiarize himself with his new realm.

But he rushed to the Mythical Battlefield and then witnessed the scene before him. Explore stories on

Rumble!

Dark clouds were gathering in the distant sky, with flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.

Thick blood-red clouds intertwined like giant pythons, forming a vortex, and in the sunken center of the vortex was a piercing white light reaching skyward. There was a vague presence within the light attempting to cross realms and descend, with surrounding mountains collapsing and the earth shattering, space cracks extending hundreds of miles formed in the void.

Due to the distance being very far and a kind of twisting spiritual force forming a barrier.

Even with Heavenly Awakening means, King Qingyang could still not clearly make out the shape of that being. It was only possible to sense the aura emanating from the rift as vast as an ocean’s abyss, almost suffocating.

And under the feet of that monster.

The ground was caving in, magma splashing, amidst indescribably bizarre noises.

Huge swarms of insects seemed to be crawling out from hell, their appearances bizarre, bathed in blood-red magma, and from afar, they looked like a fiery tide of blood-red sea rushing forward at an incredible speed, flattening and engulfing everything in its path, whether demons or other creatures, even the rising hills leaving trails of dust and an extremely terrifying momentum.

Due to his own profound foundation and the integration of some of the Dragon Corpse bestowed by Su Heng.

This time after a successful breakthrough.

King Qingyang initially felt quite content.

He reckoned that although there was still some distance between him and true realm masters like the Princess and Longevity King,

In this realm, he was definitely among the top. Even if he had to confront the Destruction Power again, he could rely on the strong physical qualities brought by the Dragon Corpse for a brief engagement without being defeated instantly as before.

Unfortunately...

Ideals are plump, reality is cruel.

Showing off his abilities seemed unlikely under such terrifying power.

Even as a Heavenly Awakening powerhouse, compared to ordinary people facing natural disasters, he didn’t seem much better, merely able to hold on slightly longer.

"What is happening here, where did these monsters come from? I have never seen them before," King Qingyang dryly swallowed a gulp of saliva, standing on the edge of the city wall, asking an old Imperial Army next to him.

The two evidently had met before.

The old Imperial Army briefly outlined the events that had happened, then added, "Thank goodness the Northern Border Demon Dragon arrived in time, otherwise, this fortress would have also been reduced to rubble by now."

"Demon Dragon!?" Hearing the Imperial Army mention his good friend, King Qingyang’s eyes suddenly lit up, "He is also here."

He still remembered saying before that once he had his breakthrough, they would find time to spar again.

Just when Su Heng killed the Immortal Corpse King and became renowned worldwide.

This matter...

Every time he remembered, it only felt awkward.

King Qingyang just hoped Su Heng would forget about it, but the two had fought side by side in Dragon Abyss, and afterwards, corroborated their cultivation experiences with each other. Su Heng established the Eight-Nine Mystical Skill, with much help provided by King Qingyang during the process. And when the Daoist made his breakthrough, King Qingyang helped Su Heng fend off the powerful Linjiang Demon Path practitioners.

Through such reciprocation, the relationship between the two had remained quite good.

"Mm," the old Imperial Army nodded, "It was the Demon Dragon who intervened and rescued the Princess from the swarm of insects. However..."

Boom!

The old Imperial Army didn’t get to finish his words.

A loud noise from the ground erupted as the Bronze Fortress shook violently.

The battlefield beneath the fortress exploded abruptly, like a black reed flower blooming, splashing mud everywhere. A blood-red worm suddenly surged upward.

Its body was over three hundred meters long, with a ring-shaped mouthpiece also tens of meters in diameter, filled with rows of sharp teeth, which it fiercely expanded.

Screech!

Following a sharp cry,

The worm’s neck swelled, then cascading down from the sky like a shower of sticky rain, more bizarrely shaped Gold-eating Insects emerged.

King Qingyang was startled, sensing a foul odor rushing toward him, enveloping him completely.

The fine goosebumps raised on his neck, and a needle-like sense of crisis pushed him swiftly into combat readiness. Although his knowledge of this ancient species, the Gold-eating Insects, was limited, the instincts honed through countless battles allowed King Qingyang to quickly identify that the sticky fluid raining down from above was the greater threat compared to the monstrous insects.

Blue flames ignited on his body.

But before he could act, he felt a hot wave of fire coming from behind him.

Sizzle!

There, fire soared into the sky, and the bronze twisted and melted.

The reddish flames dyed the heavens, forming a curtain. Immediately after, a Phoenix with a wingspan surpassing one hundred meters stretched its wings and darted overhead of King Qingyang at high speed before fiercely colliding with the worm.

The two ignited in a tremendous explosion at the moment of impact.

The worm’s body fragmented from top to bottom, amidst the continual resounding booms.

The sticky fluid teeming with countless parasites caught fire too, leaving only scorched black chunks of flesh scattered across the battlefield.

King Qingyang turned back.

And saw a fiery silhouette approaching from the Bronze City Tower in the distance.

Ji Huaxi’s armor had been shattered in a previous battle. Now she wore a dark close-fitting outfit, her long hair tied into a ponytail, the Phoenix Spear resting on her back, her complexion pale, yet the aura she emanated was sharp. Seeing her arrive, the previously chaotic crowd, like finding their pillar of strength, quieted down at once.

"Your Highness!"

King Qingyang and the old Imperial Army quickly bowed in salute.

Ji Huaxi nodded, moved to the edge of the city wall, and glanced at the distant plains, "Prepare well, we have another tough battle ahead."

Following the Princess’s command, everyone quickly dispersed and returned to their original positions.

On the city head, only Ji Huaxi and the old Imperial Army remained.

The old Imperial Army bowed his head, noticing the faint blood seeping from Ji Huaxi’s abdomen, his face showing concern, "Your Highness, your injuries..."

"It doesn’t matter," Ji Huaxi coughed lightly. Although she had received Su Heng’s assistance, the injury had not fully recovered due to the short time.

"Your Highness, with your precious life, perhaps you should take this chance to leave early, and let us stay here to guard," the old Imperial Army suggested through a transmitted voice, his expression sincere.

Ji Huaxi’s gaze lingered on him, understanding his thoughts.

She sighed softly.

Her expression softened, "If it’s destined to be the end, then let this place be my final resting place. But..."

Thinking that she still owed Su Heng a life-saving debt.

Even though he mentioned it jokingly, Ji Huaxi took it very seriously.

She thought for a moment, handed a secret scroll to the old Imperial Army, "Deliver the message in this secret letter to the house. If I am no longer here, have the house handle the matter as per my request."

"Understood," seeing Ji Huaxi’s resolute attitude.

The old Imperial Army nodded, not saying more, quickly moving past Ji Huaxi.

Flames gradually ignited on the Princess, immersing her whole body in fire. The clothes on her back ripped apart, layers of fiery wings swiftly covering her pale back, two fiery wings stretching out behind her. They spread out like a vast curtain, blending with the distant bloody sinking sun. As the wings flapped, a wave of fire soared into the sky like a tidal wave, colliding fiercely with the incoming horde of bizarre insects in a roaring sound.

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Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Elsewhere on the Wanyuan Plain.

On a hill covered with black thorns, accompanied by a streak of blood-red lightning exploding.

Then the void distorted, ripples emerged, and two burly figures stepped out. One of the figures was bulky with four arms, each arm embedded with numerous eyes. The other figure wore dark green armor, holding a long sword, its tip embedded in the ground, a black fur draped over his shoulders, fluttering backwards in the strong wind.

That person had golden long hair, and beneath the shadow of the hair strands, a pair of emerald eyes were slightly narrowed, gazing at the distant sky, flickering with a melancholic glow.