One more catty, one more attribute point

After cleaning up the last traces left on the battlefield, Su Heng had only one thing left to do.

With a flash of his figure, he arrived at a steep cliff shrouded in clouds and mist within Dragon Abyss.

The water beneath his feet flowed rapidly, making a whooshing sound.

On both sides of the cliff, lush vegetation and swinging vines were everywhere; occasionally, one could see cranes flapping their wings and monkeys howling. Undisturbed for thousands of years, even affected by some pollution from Longevity Heaven, Dragon Abyss also had some beautifully scenic places.

However, everyone who came here was solely focused on obtaining the True Dragon Remains.

Fighting incessantly.

Who had the mood to admire these external things?

Including Su Heng, he was no different, not qualified to judge others.

"This scenery is not bad; as a resting place, it should be a good choice," Su Heng said, stretching his hand. Soon after, a gray, dusty stone box appeared in his palm. The cover opened, and it was filled with white ashes.

He had promised to bring back the ashes of An Shelie of the Eight-Armed Dragon King when he had obtained his remains.

Su Heng always kept his promises.

He had always remembered this and had not gone back on his word.

Su Heng took An Shelie's ashes in his hand and swung forcefully. The white powder immediately rose with the wind and merged into the surrounding scenery.

After completing this,

Su Heng placed the stone box aside and looked far away from his high vantage point.

Actually, according to An Shelie, there should have been a group of survivors living in Dragon Abyss a thousand years ago.

But the environment here was too harsh.

These survivors, facing the invasion of Longevity Heaven and an increasing number of demons, simply couldn't resist.

Young An Shelie, carrying Dragon Marrow dug up from who knows where, left his homeland with his brothers, hoping to carve out a sanctuary in the chaotic world for his tribe. But he ultimately failed and fell at the hands of a rapidly rising founder.

A thousand years had now passed.

According to the news Su Heng had gathered, An Shelie's tribe had already disappeared.

Otherwise, Su Heng really had the intention of taking them away from here. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

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After reflecting for a moment, Su Heng turned and left.

Bang!

A festering demon under Su Heng's palm burst open; Su Heng used his arms to forcefully tear its body apart.

Then from a bundle of soft organs, he dragged out Simmons.

Seeing the stench wafting from the other's body, Su Heng frowned in disgust.

He simply threw him out.

Splash!

A somewhat clean pond suddenly exploded with a huge splash.

Blood visible to the naked eye like ink diffused, bubbling up from inside.

Not long after, an ashen, weak Simmons burst out from the increasingly murky pond. He collapsed onto the grass, his right hand on his chest, gasping heavily.

After a while, Simmons slowly recovered, spit out a mouthful of bloodied fragments, "I'm still alive, that's really great!"

Su Heng scratched his head, seeing his miserable state, he felt somewhat sorry.

He had just wandered around the battlefield, hadn't found Simmons, and thought he was dead. But thinking of the other's usual life-saving "secrets," following the trail left by powerful demons, he searched along the way and indeed, it paid off.

Su Heng flicked his finger.

A drop of glass-like, dazzling red fresh blood flew towards Simmons and hung in front of him.

Simmons didn't hesitate, he swallowed it directly. His pale skin visibly flushed with a crimson wave, his breath swelling. Soon sweat beaded densely on his forehead, the sweat evaporating with his body heat, forming mist that curled upward.

After a while, noises like popping beans came from Simmons's body.

He exhaled a heavy breath, and the reeds in front of him parted and lay down on both sides, even the increasingly murky pond rippled.

With a drop of essence blood swallowed,

Simmons's injuries healed completely, and compared to before, he even seemed slightly stronger.

Realizing the vitality contained in the fresh blood, Simmons's face brightened, and he congratulated Su Heng, "It seems you have gained good fortune in the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm, truly excellent. Now even if the Mythical Battlefield opens, we'll have full confidence."

Simmons's people were in Skull Plain, which was also the frontline of the battle.

The stronger Su Heng was, the greater the chances for the people of the plains to survive this crisis. It could be said that the interests of the two were deeply intertwined.

Therefore, although they had been enemies, seeing Su Heng's rapid increase in strength, Simmons genuinely felt happy for him.

"Hmm," Su Heng nodded.

His thoughts were no longer focused on defense, but on how to capture the Blood Realm, preparing for his subsequent plans.

"What are the plans now?" Simmons asked.

"I need to stay in Dragon Abyss for a while longer," Su Heng thought for a moment and answered, "to meet a few friends."

"Alright,"

Simmons said, "I don't have much else here. I think I'll leave first, return to Skull Plain to check in case something unforeseen occurs."

"Alright," Su Heng didn't stop him.

Simmons cupped his hands toward Su Heng, and the two parted ways.

...

Su Heng arrived outside Pan Stone City and stopped.

Boom!

His body slightly shook, producing the sound of moving qi and blood.

Soon after, a vast expanse of blood qi rose into the sky, and a gust of wind swept across the ground, whirling sand and rocks.

In the thick smoke formed by the twisted air, Su Heng's figure shrank back to his usual height of three meters and six. He then activated the special ability of the "Bodhisattva's Cut Hair," intertwining threads quickly formed into a soft robe that draped over Su Heng's shoulders.

Su Heng concealed his own aura.

He took a couple of steps and then slightly nodded, striding directly into the city before him.

The city of Panstone had been maintained by King Qingyang and the immortal mountains. However, now King Qingyang was severely injured, and the immortal mountains had also suffered heavy losses in a previous battle. Many masters had vanished without a trace, leaving only disarray behind. Consequently, the current state of Panstone City seemed quite chaotic.

Bloodstains spattered the ground, and two Martial Artists, looking like Loose Cultivators, were fighting fiercely over something in the street.

The shops on both sides were tightly closed, and strong presences could be sensed emanating from inside.

These were considered strong individuals, according to the standards of Loose Cultivators.

In reality, most of them were at the third step of Heavenly Deceit, with few emitting the aura of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Because the real tough characters were either involved in the struggle for the Dragon Tomb or were fighting Demonic Descendants on the frontline.

Those left in Panstone City were all second or third-tier characters.

Of course—

with the top powerhouses dead in succession.

The remaining individuals had come forward, most too wary to make any sudden moves.

But there were always some who believed in seeking fortune amidst danger, unable to restrain themselves and aiming to loot amidst the chaos.

Su Heng arrived in Panstone City making no attempt to hide his tracks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He unleashed his aura without any concealment.

The previously clear skies instantly darkened, with clouds swirling and blackness prevailing. Thick bolts of lightning danced like silver snakes, and deep, booming thunderclaps rolled from afar to near. Within the city, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts, as though drowning in the icy depths of the sea.

"Quick, look up in the sky!" someone said, quivering as they pointed upwards.

Bang!

The doors and windows opened, and some people, both curious and awe-stricken, stuck their heads out and looked up at the sky.

They saw the pitch-black vault of heaven where low-hanging clouds transformed into a massive dragon's head. Its eyes were like blood-red moons, and its mouth spat out flashes of lightning. Overlooking the entire city from on high, the immense and mountainous pressure was enough to make the Heavenly Deceit powerhouses tremble and lose their ability to fight.

"The Demon Dragon Su Heng!" someone who evidently knew about the past events now spoke with a voice filled with terror and awe, "He's not dead, he has returned."

Realizing something, the person's face turned deathly pale, their heart seemingly stopping.

The entire city fell silent, as quiet as if it were dead.

"Demon Dragon?" Su Heng heard the man's designation, but it didn't seem to concern him much.

The street in front was dark and empty, the fierce wind sweeping up dry leaves from the ground. He continued forward, quickly arriving at the location of Dao Kan Mountain's encampment.

The senior elder, Zhao Jue, had sustained some injuries and now carried the scent of medicinal herbs on him.

Sensing Su Heng's arrival, he still personally came out to receive him, his attitude very respectful, his face showing a look of shared honor.

Indeed, quite a few disciples died on the battlefield at Dao Kan Mountain, but Zhao Jue did not believe that Su Heng had anything to do with this matter. Had it not been for Su Heng's intervention, when the Ark Battleship descended, no one could have resisted, and not just those disciples, but also the elders themselves, would have perished there.

Therefore, although the turn of events was unexpected, Zhao Jue was deeply grateful for Su Heng's timely intervention.

And moreover—

Even if some people harbored darker thoughts in their hearts, leading them to resent Su Heng,

they would never dare to express it.

With Su Heng's current strength and prestige, who would dare say even a single word of dissent in his presence?

Did they think they had lived too long, or did they have some deep-seated grudge against their own clan?

Zhao Jue's attitude was extremely respectful.

He first thanked Su Heng for his timely action and then asked, "May I know the purpose of your visit, young friend?"

"If there's anything I can do to help, I, Dao Kan Mountain, will not shirk the responsibility," Zhao Jue assured, thumping his chest.

"I am not here to seek help for an issue, but rather to inform you about another matter," Su Heng briefly explained to Zhao Jue about the subsequent events on the battlefield, including a conversation with Simmons and some of his own conjectures.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jue's expression instantly became much more solemn.

"This matter might involve significant issues; I need to consult with the other celestial mountains first," Zhao Jue declared immediately.

"All right," Su Heng nodded.

Having notified him of this matter, he then prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Zhao Jue exclaimed, stopping Su Heng with gritted teeth.

"Is there anything else?" seeing hesitance in his face, Su Heng smiled and said, "Feel free to speak."

Zhao Jue had a good relationship with King Qingyang, but after the battle in Dragon Abyss, King Qingyang was seriously injured and it would take some time to recover to his peak. Now that King Qingyang had defected from the court, and coupled with the incident in Dragon Abyss, he was currently in a position of strength. However, being in a weakened state, he might encounter dangers.

Zhao Jue initially planned to take him to Dao Kan Mountain to recuperate, but doing so would thrust Dao Kan Mountain into the limelight, and King Qingyang's character did not wish to cause such trouble to others.

After some thought, Zhao Jue spoke to Su Heng about the incident of King Qingyang stopping Simmons.

He dared not force anything, but left the choice to Su Heng.

Upon hearing this, Su Heng was somewhat surprised.

Although he had made a gentleman's agreement with King Qingyang in the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm,

Su Heng did not expect that after a defeat, King Qingyang would actually protect him.

After all, having schemed for the True Dragon Remains for a long time, only for Su Heng to pluck the fruit, if put in the same position, Su Heng truly did not think he could reach King Qingyang's level.

Simmons was quite strong, and he still had the Ark Battleship, a powerful weapon. If he had intervened at that time, it certainly would have introduced many variables and would not have gone as smoothly as it did.

"I see..." Su Heng murmured, nodding his head.

"Thank you for the guidance, senior," Su Heng bowed with his fists clasped, "Since King Qingyang has shown me favor, I truly cannot ignore this matter."

"That's best," Zhao Jue nodded with a smile, and his worrisome heart finally relaxed.