One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 368: 303: Pillar God’s Descent, White Tower Undead

"Pillar God!?"

Su Heng’s face bore a sinister smile as he snorted, though his pupils slightly contracted.

He felt gusts of wind coming head-on, his long hair dancing in the air. From the colossal silhouettes filling the sky, he perceived an immense pressure.

"Compared to the ordinary demons of the Blood Realm, the Pillar Gods seem to have received some kind of blessing from the Blood Realm. Thus, their strength and status are vastly different, separated by a great gulch," Su Heng murmured. The immense spiritual power brought about by his Heavenly Demon State allowed him to briefly perceive the special existence of the Pillar Gods.

A world power’s blessing...

In that case, the Blood Realm Pillar God did bear some resemblance to the ’Sealing Heaven’ that Meng Huan had once mentioned.

However, the Sealing Heaven was dominated by one person in control of one realm, while in the Blood Realm, there were a total of five such beings as Pillar Gods. There must be some difference in pure strength between them, but it wasn’t absolute because it involved issues related to the intensity of world energies.

In Su Heng’s view, the Blood Realm, capable of nurturing multiple demons,

Should be considered quite a large world even within the boundless Longevity Heaven, where they were not numerous in quantity.

A violent explosion came from afar.

The Pillar God with wings on its back, a human body with a bird’s head, and holding a golden scepter in its right hand, finally fully manifested.

From a distance of hundreds of thousands of meters away, it looked at Su Heng. Its aura spread rapidly in all directions like tidal waves, quickly filling the entire sky.

Vortices hung low, thunder roared.

For many years, it had always been the Blood Realm invading the present world, slaughtering the living and causing countless powerful races to lose heart upon hearing the news.

But now, it was under attack at its doorstep, and the wanton killing was a severe blow to its dignity. As the Pillar God looked upon the ground littered with corpses and the terrible sight of blood flowing like rivers, its eyes turned blood red, and all its feathers spread out in utter fury.

"Invader, you will pay for your actions!" the Pillar God bellowed. Then, raising the scepter in its hand, it pointed towards Su Heng from a distance.

Rumble!

Along with a pillar-like bolt of lightning striking down.

In the backlight of the lightning, from amidst the surging clouds, a torrential river of blood, carrying a formidable momentum, spanned hundreds of thousands of meters across the sky, sweeping towards Su Heng.

"Thinking of making me, Su Heng, pay the price? Let’s see if you have the ability!" Su Heng laughed heartily, insolently arrogant, without any trace of fear on his face. He opened his mouth wide and roared. With the slow, heavy beating of his second heart, another blinding golden beam of light rose into the sky. ?á??B??

The two forces collided, followed by a violent explosion.

The entire firmament seemed torn asunder, thick with bolt-like thunders, like upside-down towering trees. Mountains shook, and the earth crumbled. Dark and terrifying sandstorms swept over everything, as if the apocalypse had descended. Su Heng narrowed his eyes and looked from afar, yet he couldn’t determine the outcome of the collision.

"Hmm!?" His heartbeat sped up slightly, and he abruptly looked up.

Under the vast canopy of the sky, four more blood-colored pillars slowly rose, each emitting a uniquely powerful aura.

These were the other Pillar Gods of the Blood Realm, sensing the disturbance and now all fully manifesting. Su Heng’s spiritual force was formidable, and he felt that some of these auras were somewhat illusory, the reason for which he did not know.

"Damn this world’s suppression!" Su Heng turned his head to look back.

Behind him, what was once a channel tens of meters high had now shrunk to barely three meters.

Once this passageway disappeared completely, Su Heng would be trapped within the Blood Realm. Moreover, he could clearly feel that the suppressive force of the Blood Realm was growing stronger as time passed. Now, every little movement he made felt as if he was overcoming the weight of hundreds of thousands of tons.

In such a state, being attacked by all five Pillar Gods would indeed be troublesome.

"It’s time to leave this place!" Su Heng whispered to himself.

Though decided on leaving, he still had harsh words to deliver. He laughed heartily and called out to the distant Pillar Gods, "Enjoy your lives for now, for the next time we meet will be the end of you!"

Boom!

His vital energy surged within him.

The Three-Headed and Six-Armed Divine Power was undone, and his body shrank back to its normal size.

Then he took a step forward, entering the azure-blue light behind him, and disappeared without a trace.

...

Whoosh!

Back to reality.

Feeling the cold wind blowing from the distant snow mountains, Su Heng shivered and instantly sobered up.

He lightly stepped forward, his gaze serene and his weighty body emanating a sense of lightness, like a leaf falling in autumn, gently landing on a broken plaza within the Bodhisattva’s Cut Hair Temple.

The unique ability of Bodhisattva’s Cut Hair was activated, various threads winding around his body quickly formed a simple black robe.

He heard faint footsteps approaching from afar.

Looking back,

A figure in a black samurai attire, with a wide-brimmed hat, Meng Huan swiftly approached from a distance.

He carried a blood-stained long sword in his left hand, and his right hand held the head of a man whose eyes were wide open in death. Su Heng touched his chin and looked down with interest.

The head belonged to Zeng Guang Buddha.

"It seems you’ve had a decent harvest as well," Su Heng said, patting Meng Huan’s shoulder.

Meng Huan, with a gesture like discarding trash, flung the head of Zeng Guang Buddha to the ground. He then looked around at the ruins and wreckage everywhere, a look of exaggeration creeping across his face. Afterward, he shook his head with a bitter smile and responded, "It seems I’ve truly grown old."

"I planned to take care of this guy and then come back to help you. But by the time I got here, everything on your end was already over," Meng Huan said. "Impressive, truly impressive."

Compared to their first encounter more than three months ago, when Su Heng fought against the King of Dingxuan,

Su Heng had clearly grown much stronger, undoubtedly entering the rank of a heavenly king.

And this was merely in a short span of three months—a nothing to cultivators at the Earth Immortal Realm. Sometimes, spending a decade or more in secluded cultivation was quite normal.

Yet, on Su Heng, such a short period had brought about an earth-shattering change.

Even a free-spirited man like Meng Huan couldn’t help feeling indescribably dispirited and frustrated.

Fortunately, his mentality was extraordinary, and he soon self-regulated. Looking up at Su Heng, he scrutinized him for a while and then suddenly broke into a smile, saying, "The Sword Refining Technique I taught you, you’ve already mastered the basics and have a solid foundation. To progress at such a cultivation speed is truly remarkable."

Su Heng’s cultivation level had increased with the Sword Refining Technique.

Although the progress had been smooth, many questions lingered in his heart.

He originally intended to seek a detailed discussion with Meng Huan, but now, as Meng Huan himself brought it up, Su Heng did not hesitate and followed up on the topic, saying, "Senior Meng, there is something I don’t understand."

"Let’s hear it," Meng Huan said, nodding and smiling.

"I want to know how a strong cultivator at the third step of Heavenly Deceit can transform into the Earth Immortal Realm," Su Heng asked.

After a moment of contemplation, Meng Huan replied, "The key to the Earth Immortal Realm lies in immortality. To achieve that, one needs to integrate spiritual power with flesh and blood. This stage is somewhat similar to the second step of Heavenly Deceit, the Dongxuan Realm."

"Under normal circumstances, one in the Dongxuan Realm refines the strength of their entire body, then further excavates their spirit’s potential to begin tempering their physical body. But now, I believe you can also feel it. The more profound one’s foundation and the stronger their body, the more spiritual power is needed to complete the transformation and break through to the Earth Immortal Realm—and naturally, this process is even more challenging,"

Meng Huan said, "Conversely, some cultivators who appear rather ordinary in every aspect, find it surprisingly smooth when breaking through to the Earth Immortal Realm."

"I see," Su Heng’s brows lightly relaxed as he understood.

Meng Huan continued, "So if you want to make a breakthrough, you should focus on tapping into your spiritual power. In the realm of spirit, the three great Esoteric Sects of Skull Plain each have their own remarkable attainments. It would be good to take this opportunity to collect their scriptures and compile them. I will arrange for someone to deliver them to you later."

"Then I must thank you in advance, senior!" Su Heng was elated, knowing this was a time-consuming and arduous task. Being able to benefit without effort was indeed wonderful.

"No trouble at all," Meng Huan said with a smile. "Those of us who remain are linked together, facing challenges as one. One’s honor is shared by all, as is one’s loss. Helping you is also helping ourselves; there’s no need for such formalities."

"I have just been to Hundred Buddha Temple, and the situation here at Zunfa Temple has also settled down," Su Heng said as he looked at the distant smoke and the moon slowly descending behind the mountains. Then he asked, "Of the three great Esoteric Sects of Skull Plain, only the White Tower Temple remains now."

"Do we know the current situation at the White Tower Temple?"

Among the three great Esoteric Sects, White Tower Temple was the most ancient and mysterious, and even Su Heng’s knowledge about it was limited.

He only roughly knew that the exclusive "Regal Managing Way" of Skull Plain was first disseminated from White Tower Temple. To complement the "Regal Managing Way" in cultivation, a specific offering called "Corpse Fragrance" was also required.

Legend had it that to perfect the utmost "Corpse Fragrance" offering, during the chaotic war period a thousand years ago when the Daiyue dynasty was extinguished, White Tower Temple, at its peak, even took the opportunity to imprison a princess from the imperial family.

Of course, that was a thousand years ago.

Even to the mighty cultivators of Heavenly Deceit and Earth Immortals, a millennium was very long.

No matter how stunning the princess was at her time, by now, she likely had turned into an unremarkable handful of dust.

"Hmm…" Meng Huan stroked his bearded chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "Among the three great Esoteric Sects, the White Tower Temple is currently the weakest in overall strength. Moreover, the task of pacifying White Tower Temple is in the hands of a joint force from the Li Family and the Fiery Sun Sect, led personally by the Li Family Head. There shouldn’t be any complications."

"Report!"

However, at that moment,

Before Meng Huan could finish speaking, the sound of rapid footsteps approached.

Both Su Heng and Meng Huan glanced towards the noise with a hint of surprise. They saw a young figure in white, from afar, running towards them breathless and stopping in front of them.

He was dressed in the attire of the Fiery Sun Sect, sweat streaming down his back as he said, "Sect Head Meng, Elder Su, there’s been an unusual occurrence at White Tower Temple. We request assistance."

"What exactly has happened?" Meng Huan furrowed his brows and asked.

"Living corpses!" the disciple swallowed hard, his face partly scared. "For some reason, many disciples and elders of White Tower Temple have turned into living corpses overnight. They can’t be killed even if you burn them or dismember them!"

"Some people also claim they’ve seen the ghost of a woman who has been suppressed for a thousand years, inside White Tower Temple."