Chapter 484: Chapter 403 Accidental Gain, Silver Demon Bird
Encountering Algres here was an unexpected delight for Su Heng.
After the fall of the other’s incarnation, the essence that remained was a significant aid to Su Heng’s current condition.
At the most basic level, these remnants of essence were like a major panacea, capable of notably enhancing Su Heng’s spiritual foundation.
Moreover, within this portion of essence, there were also inklings of Algres’s comprehension and usage of spatial Dao techniques. Su Heng hadn’t reached the realm of the Destruction Power, nor had he truly refined a world within the Eternity Heavens as his anchor.
This essence couldn’t grant him mastery over the Great Dao.
But it did allow him a glimpse into its profound mysteries, providing a deeper understanding of the Destruction Power’s techniques.
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Especially when faced with another encounter with Algres in the future, it would be as if Su Heng had “learned by rote” so of the other’s abilities, undoubtedly giving him a considerable advantage.
"Sigh!”
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.
However, gusts of cold wind still blew from within the deep mountains.
Trees within the monastery swayed, leaves the size of palms, withered and yellow, fell from the sky.
The courtyard was already covered with a thick layer of them, and the corners of the encircling walls were blanketed with a layer of green moss. With the effects of the ritual gradually dissipating, the environnt inside the monastery hadn’t changed much, but the atmosphere and mood had undoubtedly beco much more peaceful and serene.
Dang!
Like the sound of a bell tolling, it faintly echoed from the void.
Su Heng didn’t take too long, and soon he had completely assimilated the remaining essence.
A bright light shone in his eyes, looking exceptionally vivid. But as Su Heng’s presence stabilized, this light quickly retracted, disappearing from sight.
Su Heng stood up.
During his exchange with Algres.
They both carefully avoided causing any damage to the monastery, so the surroundings were relatively well-preserved.
Su Heng had done so intentionally because he had left contingency plans on both Arturo and Natalie.
While Algres, at the outset, might have harbored the notion of taking them away for rescue. It ultimately didn’t succeed, and his effort resulted in his own incarnation falling into Su Heng’s hands.
Unresolved issues lead to chaos.
At this mont, Su Heng turned around and entered the Great Hall behind him.
Both Demon Descendants still held a breath of life, serving as experintal materials, they could be squeezed for their utmost value.
Su Heng waved his hand.
Accompanied by flashing red lights, the two were taken into the Flesh Furnace for imprisonnt.
The Arhat statues nearby, assembled from remnants of Martial Artists, also perished during the ceremony.
Su Heng didn’t let their corpses decay in the wilds; with a snap of his fingers, streaks of golden flas ignited one by one, dispelling darkness as the broken bodies quickly turned to ash, disappearing into nothing. Ꞧä𐌽о𝐁Ë𝘴
The flas spread step by step toward the depths.
But just as it was about to brush the innermost remnant, a faint groan suddenly rang out.
Even Su Heng paused for a mont upon hearing this sound, his face then revealing an expression of interest.
Although he had only glanced briefly before.
But now, Su Heng’s spiritual power was extraordinarily sensitive, and it was almost impossible for him to misjudge.
Therefore, the only possibility was that the person inside had previously entered a state of false death and now, feeling the heat sweeping over, they revived part of their consciousness through sheer willpower.
Su Heng walked forward.
He quickly found the owner of the groan in the depths of the hall.
Her appearance was indiscernible, her body drenched in blood, with even so organs partially extracted.
Yet her eyes were still trembling faintly, bloodshot, with pupils struggling to focus, as if she were tug-of-warring with the Death God.
"Do you desire to live so ardently?” Su Heng noticed her heart was nearly ceasing to beat, and her cultivation was not profound – her survival hinged entirely on willpower.
And even so.
Without tily rescue, death was an inevitable outco.
In her current state, there weren’t many in the world capable of saving her. However, fortunately, Su Heng was one of them.
"Very well
Regardless of the reason, Su Heng admired those with strong willpower.
With appropriate nurturing, such individuals often achieved remarkable success.
"Perhaps, she might bring so surprises.” With this in mind, Su Heng gently tapped on Li Mingyi’s heart.
A stream infused with the power of the Seed of Destruction was slowly injected into her body. Her wounds quickly stabilized, and the brutally sliced abdon began to heal preliminarily.
However, the damage to her foundation was too severe, and complete recovery would need so additional thods.
Conveniently, Su Heng had so new ideas to try out on her.
Li Mingyi closed her eyes, sinking into sleep.
Su Heng casually created a cultivation pod within the Flesh Furnace, and then placed her body inside.
Having done all this.
There was little else that needed attention in this monastery.
According to the intelligence, there should still be so low-level Demon Descendants around Jiang Er.
These people are responsible for gathering information, providing intelligence, then Arturo and Natalie would strike with thunderous force.
They work together.
Only under such a short period, did they complete these achievents.
Now that the chief culprit has been eliminated by Su Heng, there is no need for Su Heng to take action against the remaining Demon Descendants.
They can be entirely left to the subordinates from the Immortal Sect and those newly-aligned powerhouses from other regions.
Su Heng walked slowly out of the Great Hall, squinting his eyes as he looked up at the sky, a slanting tree shadow casting a silhouette on his face.
Sunlight gathered like beams, swaying gently as the breeze blew by.
Amid the crisp chirping of birds, the figure of Su Heng had suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a white swirling airflow at the original location.
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Everlasting Heaven.
A world shrouded in fog and filled with graves.
Algres’s body gave a slight shake, then his complexion suddenly paled, a trail of dark red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Beside him stood a Demon Descendant general who served him personally, who now displayed a panicked expression, hastily pulling out a light blue syringe, “My lord, what has happened to you?”
"The mission of Arturo and Natalie has failed.” Algres wiped the blood from his mouth clean and pushed away the syringe handed to him by his aide-de-camp, signaling that he did not need dication in his current state.
His voice was very calm.
However, the clenched fist revealed his true inner thoughts.
He had originally planned to lead so demons to Jiang Er during the setup of a ritual.
First to sow chaos.
Then to take the opportunity to settle matters with Su Heng in one fell swoop.
This would not only settle past scores with Su Heng but also avenge the Enlightener Tribe.
The events that transpired in Dragon Abyss were known to all, and as the forr holand of the Demon Descendants, despite many years having passed and the environnt growing ever more hostile, a considerable number of Demon Descendants were still lurking within the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Algres had made contact with these Demon Descendants through various channels and had learned from them about the various atrocities Su Heng had inflicted on the Demon Descendant Warriors.
New grudges added to old.
This was why Algres felt engulfed by anger, leading to irrational decisions.
Now suffering losses, though not to the point of crippling injury.
Both Arturo and Natalie were subordinates he highly trusted and valued; now they fell into Su Heng’s hands.
According to the ssages sent back by the Demon Descendants, it was almost imaginable what kind of treatnt they would face. And even one of his avatars had been lost to Su Heng; if there was any alerting, it would no longer be so easy to deal with Su Heng next ti.
"Huff!” Algres took a deep breath, his heart filled with gloom.
He warned himself that such a mistake should not be repeated, while also contemplating how to arrange his next moves.
Although he had entered into collaborations with several Great Beings of Destruction in the Everlasting Heaven, this relationship was not firm and was based purely on mutual use.
Algres’s spiritual cultivation was more profound than both the Corpse King and the Black Wind King.
Neither of them had noticed Algres’s arrival.
But Algres, from a distance, had secretly heard so content from the two’s conversation.
Additionally, information gathered from the Dynasty indicated that the Corpse King seed to have had a confrontation with Su Heng and was at a disadvantage.
The Corpse King, a vindictive character, had already placed Su Heng on his list to be killed. Since soone was willing to lead the charge, perhaps he could add fuel to the fire and succeed in taking advantage of the situation…
Algres’s thoughts raced rapidly.
In just a brief mont, plans had already taken shape in his mind.
At that mont—Chi!
With a streak of silver-white light across the sky ca a crisp cry close by.
As is commonly known, the speed of light travels much faster than sound in a vacuum. Yet, in Algres’s perception, the light and the sound appeared almost simultaneously. This was not an illusion, but rather because the sound directly affected the cultivator’s spirit.
This was an extrely profound Spirit Secret Technique, and also the Innate Divine Ability of the Silver Demon Bird, evolved to perfection.
Algres looked up.
Sure enough, a tall figure with white hair dressed in palace attire.
Had already appeared not far away, approaching Algres at an unhurried pace.
Algres quickly concealed his damaged spiritual power, but his expression remained as tranquil as clouds and as gentle as a breeze.
"Senior White Bird!” Algres greeted proactively with a fist salute.
"You’ve worked hard during this ti.” The smile on the Silver Demon Bird’s face was gentle, with a soft deanor that gave the impression of an elder sister next door, carrying not the slightest air of a Great Being of Destruction.
However, Algres knew.
The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they represent.
Among the three Great Beings of Destruction he had allied with, the Silver Demon Bird was the one who gave him the strongest sense of pressure.
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