One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 512 - 428: Pollution, Number One in the World

Chapter 512: Chapter 428: Pollution, Number One in the World

“Descender!”

Upon hearing Algres mention that name, silence suddenly fell within the sealed cave.

The stones burned in the fire basin, with flames leaping and accompanied by the crackling sound of spices exploding. After some time, a heavy, beast-like panting sound came from the distant void. A shadow on the left, with blood-red eyes and two thick horns on its head, clenched its fist tightly, emitting a wild, sinister laugh.

“They are still here, which is really great. Thousands of years of arduous cultivation, day and night, all for this day.”

“I can’t wait to return to our clan land and drink the fresh blood of our old enemies!” Another dark shadow on the right spoke as well.

His voice was slightly lighter.

...

However, the hatred in his tone was not diminished at all.

Only the shadow in the middle seemed emotionally unchanged, but asked further, “What is the purity of that girl’s bloodline? Is she First Generation? Or Second Generation, or maybe Third Generation?”

“…”

Algres thought for a moment and said, “I’m not an expert in this area, and since my contact with her was too brief, I can’t be certain.”

“However, based on the strength displayed by the First Generation recorded, she probably does not meet that standard; it’s more likely she is Second Generation.”

Algres stated seriously, “The aura she carries also differs from what I remember. We’ve been away from our clan land for too long, and over these thousands of years, what exactly has happened to those Descenders, we can’t say for sure.”

“Hmm.”

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The middle shadow, with some doubt, said, “We had kin previously active in the clan land as well, but it seems they did not detect the actions of the Descenders.”

“Perhaps it’s on the Western Continent?” the horned Demon Descendant guessed.

“Possibly,” Algres nodded.

The Great Zhou Dynasty spread wide but was only confined to the Eastern Continent.

Beyond that lay the Outer Sea. This area was under the control of Gu God, and the last battle of the Domineering Dragon also took place here.

Further beyond was the Western Continent, across a vast ocean. Many years ago, the Western Continent also had a significant number of Demon Descendants, even forming several powerful dynasties. However, with the arrival of the Descenders from the sky, these Demon Descendants faced a catastrophic disaster, being targeted for extermination, leaving only a few thin bloodlines struggling to survive in the depths of the Eternal Heaven.

“Great Commander, since this is the case, should I take this opportunity to make a trip to the Western Continent to gather some information?” Algres’s gaze fell on the middle shadow as he tentatively asked.

This Demon Descendant named as the Great Commander.

Among the three, his strength and status seemed to be the strongest.

This was evident from the aura he exuded and his largest physical form.

“Let’s not take that risk,” the Great Commander considered and said, “Although the Dao Path of space is mysterious, it doesn’t mean it is infallible. Particularly, those Descenders have many devices in their hands that we cannot understand.”

“Your current duty is very important,” the Great Commander spoke earnestly.

Algres nodded, “I understand.”

“You just mentioned, the guy you encountered was very troublesome.” The horned Demon Descendant, seemingly a war fanatic, showed great interest in Su Heng and suddenly spoke.

“Hmm.”

Algres nodded, seriously stating, “I feel he has now surpassed us by half a level, and the pressure he brings is even stronger than what Emperor Wu had before.”

“If we want to defeat him, we may have to deploy an Apocalypse Level weapon.”

“We came back to reclaim our ancestral land, not to turn it into a desolate wasteland,” the right-side Demon Descendant immediately objected.

“Then we can only try to lure him into the Eternal Heaven,” Algres shrugged his shoulders; a flash of light crossed his vision as he contemplated, “I remember that the Descenders seem to detest the power within Eternal Heaven, considering it a contamination. In that battle thousands of years ago, Descenders could fight alongside these inferior ones, but now it may not be the case.”

“If conditions allow, perhaps we can provoke a conflict between them, and we can reap the benefits from their discord.”

“This is indeed a good strategy, but those people aren’t fools either,” first the Great Commander nodded, but didn’t believe such a plan could indeed be implemented.

“After all, our strength is still lacking. For thousands of years, we’ve grown, honed, and fought in the Eternal Heaven, but in the ancestral land, those Descenders have also been accumulating power. Especially those inferiors we once completely disregarded are now becoming a force that cannot be ignored,” the Great Commander lamented.

He is now beginning to weigh.

Whether forcefully reclaiming this land at all costs is indeed a wise choice.

The risks ahead are evident but it is also this belief that has allowed the Demon Descendants to gather together, resiliently surviving through thousands of years of displacement.

The firewood crackled fiercely in the fire basin.

For a time, everyone fell into silence, and the atmosphere grew significantly heavier.

Finally…

The power consumed in the ritual was depleted.

The figures of the three slowly became illusory and twisted, and just before disappearing, the Great Commander’s voice came through, “Take good care of yourself.”

Algres nodded seriously, extinguished the flames in the basin, and then stood up from the stone.

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In the blink of an eye.

It’s been a full half-month since the Destruction Power breached the Yellow Earth Pass, launching a major invasion.

The tremendous strength displayed by the Destruction Powers indeed caused widespread shock initially. Not just ordinary Cultivators, but even the Immortal Sects and the Golden Family, who enjoyed life across several states, appeared like mere bubbles under such power, shivering under the overwhelming dark shadow.

They were all ready to close their gates, and even temporarily escape into the Eternal Heaven for refuge.

Unanticipated as it was.

The catastrophe arrived swiftly and departed just as quickly.

Among the seven Destruction Powers who collaborated, three fell at the hands of Emperor Wu.

The Immortal Corpse King was forcefully subdued by Su Heng, and the remaining two vanished without a trace.

No matter what follows.

The situation, for now, has stabilized temporarily.

Naturally, the events of this battle sparked a great deal of discussion among the Cultivators.

Emperor Wu’s demonstrated strength was astonishing; however, his power had been formidable for quite some time. Since his ascent to the throne, until the day he died, he was universally acknowledged as the foremost individual in the world.

But the strength displayed by Su Heng was genuinely unexpected.

Though the name of the Northern Border Demon Dragon was well-known, it had risen to prominence rather recently, and subconsciously, some still regarded him as a young powerful figure among his generation.

Yet, when this incident actually occurred.

People realized that Su Heng had reached a peerless level.

Although the final battle at Skull Plain was intensely fierce, and exactly what transpired is unknown.

The outcome was very clear.

After a brief combat, Su Heng survived, emerging as the ultimate victor.

And the presences of the other three Destruction Powers disappeared without a trace.

Such combat power.

Is now completely on par with Emperor Wu at his peak.

What’s more terrifying is that Su Heng is still very young, retaining his rapidly increasing strength.

With this trend, what kind of monster he will eventually become is anyone’s guess.

But anyone could see that as Su Heng’s strength increased and the situation developed, the upcoming circumstances were bound to undergo revolutionary changes.

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Linjiang, Bieshui State, Feng Mountain.

Many maple trees grow on the mountain, which turns a fiery red when autumn arrives, especially when viewed from afar at sunset, the whole mountain appears ablaze.

Below Feng Mountain is a lake called Mirror Lake.

The scene there is also beautiful, with green clear water and white mist swirling above.

A mountain and a lake.

Despite the beautiful scenery, few people visit throughout the year.

Because this place is the cultivation grounds of Shi Teng, the Great General.

When the seven Destruction Powers decided to wage war and invade the Great Zhou Dynasty.

They had a thorough discussion on who could pose a threat within the Zhou Dynasty. This Great General was prominently listed and taken very seriously. In the great battle half a month ago, Shi Teng also made a move, attempting to stop the Silver Demon Bird, sparking a fierce battle between them.

Regrettably,

The Silver Demon Bird was indeed tremendously strong.

After a brief exchange finding a flaw, it managed to escape without prolonging the battle.

Although the encounter between them was short, Shi Teng felt that he had gained a lot and had since been cultivating in seclusion here, indifferent to worldly affairs.

Bang!

A dull sound emanated from within Feng Mountain.

Accompanied by a surge of white mist, which lifted the fallen maple leaves.

The tall trees on both sides also made rustling sounds with the burst of fist force, and through the overlapping gaps of leaves and vines, one could vaguely see two figures sparring in a clearing within the woods.

One figure was of ordinary human height, with a dark face, wearing a dark blue short robe. The other figure bore some similarities to the Silver Demon Bird.

Both moved incredibly fast, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, creating afterimages.

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Yet very little of their power was actually unleashed.

Continuous dull thuds were heard, but the surrounding environment remained intact.

To cultivate to such a realm.

In most cases, it’s easy to release power, but very difficult to retract, requiring perfect control over oneself.

Finally—

The two figures exerted force at the same time, accelerating abruptly.

With the howling wind, a punch thrust forward, the figure of the Silver Demon Bird briefly solidified. Then, it exploded, turning into a swath of pale white air currents that scattered and vanished.

Shi Teng’s arms moved up and down slowly, pressing down as his aura also returned to stability.

He opened his eyes.

And then he saw a middle-aged figure slowly walking towards him.

The man held a horsetail whisk, wore brocade robes, had a clean-shaven chin, and a respectful smile on his face, appearing to be an eunuch.

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