One pound of meat equals one attribute point.

Chapter 287 The First Divine Power, Eternal Truth and Eternal Suffering
This new underground chamber was conical, but the top was rounded. At first glance, it looked a bit like a cathedral from the Western classical period. Black glazed stone pillars stood on both sides for reinforcement, and black chains hung from the dome.

There were no candles in the room; the light came from various glowing crystals inlaid on the walls.

It is thirty meters high and more than fifty meters in diameter. Even if Su Heng directly releases his true body and appears here, it is more than enough to accommodate him and he will not feel too cramped.

However, Su Heng had a hunch.

It wouldn't take long to build a training room that took so much resources and was so carefully constructed.

Because the Mythology Battlefield is about to open, and before that, Su Heng also plans to go to Longyuan. During this period of time, his growth rate will be incredible. By then, when his body grows again and his true body descends, the probability that this secret room can accommodate him completely is not high.

"But there is no need to think about these issues now." Su Heng thought, and retracted his divergent thoughts.

This is not only the place where Su Heng practiced in seclusion, but also a cold storage room, storing a large number of resources transported from various places. Some of them are even fine products that have been slowly accumulated by immortal sects and aristocratic families over hundreds of years. Even if it is sealed, Su Heng can still smell the soothing aroma of the medicine with his powerful five senses.

Gudong!

Su Heng swallowed his saliva and sat down cross-legged.

He looked around, and a secret door on the wall opened, and a large amount of resources stored inside immediately poured down like water and were placed in front of Su Heng. Although the gravity he controlled now was not enough to fight the enemy, it was still easy and casual to assist in doing some trivial things on weekdays.

Click!

A wooden box about two meters high opened in front of me.

There were jars of ointment placed inside. Su Heng took out a jar and opened the lid. A rich fragrance immediately wafted out.

Black jar, dark green ointment.

It looks like some kind of solidified animal fat, but when it is frozen at low temperature, it tastes like ice cream.

"Wow, the taste is unexpectedly good." Su Heng used to press the demons to the ground and eat them raw. This change of taste made the taste unexpectedly different. Holding the jar, after a few bites, only the edges and corners were left. Su Heng felt like a bear stealing honey.

"It seems to be the merchant's Molin ointment. I heard Qin Shunying talk about it before. Among the high-level warriors in the Jianghu and Hubei areas, this kind of medicine is very popular."

Su Heng threw the empty jar aside and opened another one.

Su Heng tasted the flavor of demon flesh and blood, but some herbs should have been added to soften the taste and make the nutrients easier to absorb. Moreover, with so many of them, these noble families should have the means to produce demon flesh and blood stably.

This is not surprising, after all, Su Heng had just joined the Demon Suppression Tower.

They can already use blood and flesh bacteria to transform demons into meat fields. And those aristocratic immortal sects, which have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years, do not have similar means of cultivation. This is incredible.

He only took a few sips of each medicine to see how it tasted. Most of them were quite good, each with its own unique taste. But it was still too slow to eat it this way. The situation forced him to speed up.

With a sigh, Su Heng sat down cross-legged.

With his hands clasped at the dantian position in his lower abdomen, Su Heng opened his mouth and inhaled, practicing the Haori Divine Art.

A strong attraction came from him. After a large amount of nutrients were initially refined by him, he swallowed them directly. After all, this was the accumulation of hundreds of years of immortal sects and aristocratic families. Even if it was just the first batch of materials, the quantity was quite exaggerated.

Even with a voracious stomach, he would still swallow half of it.

A slight feeling of fullness also came over me.

Su Heng continued to practice the Haori Divine Art, accelerating the absorption of nutrients and converting them into attribute points. On the other hand, he divided his mind and began to recall the sword-forging techniques he learned from the Sword Sect. To practice this secret technique, one needs to visualize in the mind, using one's own strength as a sword embryo and turning spiritual power into a heavy hammer.

There is constant collision between the two.

The final effect achieved is the combination of spiritual power and physical strength.

At that time, as soon as the thought arises, a domineering sword will be swung out directly.

Take Meng Huan for example. No matter where he goes, this guy always carries a powerful sword with him.

But in reality, the number of times this sword was actually unsheathed against the enemy could be counted on one's fingers. This sword was just a cover to attract the enemy's attention. Most of the opponents were killed directly by the sword of the heart formed by the strength and spirit before Meng Huan actually drew the sword.

Moreover, because the sword energy contains spiritual power, the Sword Forging Technique can also have a considerable killing effect even against a strong man in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

There are ten levels in the Sword Forging Technique.

Each layer represents the complete integration of 10% of physical strength and spiritual power.

With a large amount of resources as support and past successful experience, Su Heng hardly thought much and added the attribute points he had just digested to this technique. As a result, more than ten days later, an unexpected situation occurred and the practice of the Sword Forging Technique was forced to end.

"This……"

In the underground dome chamber, a faint green light was cast from the crystal lamps.

Su Heng looked at the piles of wooden or porcelain packages in front of him, with a helpless expression on his face.

Tendons, bones, flesh, blood, and internal organs.

In the previous realms, Su Heng had reached a point far beyond his limit.

Such growth is unprecedented, and I am afraid there will be no more in the future. Such a profound foundation also means that Su Heng's total strength has reached an incredible level, so much so that even Su Heng himself lacks a clear understanding.

All of his spiritual power had been integrated with his physical strength, but in the end, only 30% of it was refined. With all his spiritual power consumed, even if he had more attribute points, he couldn't raise his level of sword forging skills out of thin air.

Moreover, this was after practicing the Heavenly Demonic Art and refining the statues to bring about improvements.

If he didn't have the Seed of Destruction and the Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique he learned from the Dharma King Temple, Su Heng felt that it would be difficult for him to practice the Sword Forging Technique to the second level. Fortunately, after the fusion of these mental powers and physical powers, they did not disappear, but were strengthened into another form.

The combination of mental power and physical strength is the foundation of supernatural powers.

Use mental power to form a mental imprint in the brain, and the imprint is closely connected with one's own strength. At this point, the supernatural power is completely formed.

Although he has not yet perfected the sword-forging technique.

But in terms of realm, Su Heng is now a genuine third-step Tiangui and is qualified to practice supernatural powers.

“Although it is a little different from what I initially expected, it is still pretty good overall.”

After some inspection, Su Heng gradually understood the current situation.

He is not ready to end his retreat now.

Instead, he planned to make a concerted effort to condense the remaining few magical power marks into shape. Since the attribute panel can even improve the level of the demon skeleton, then the magical power marks should also be further enhanced with attribute points. After digesting these resources, all aspects will be upgraded to the peak.

It won’t be too late to end the retreat by then.

Moreover, Su Heng estimated that after this retreat, it would be very difficult to sort out his system for a long time.

Because what awaits him will be endless wars one after another. Therefore, he must lay a solid foundation before the big event comes, so that he will have no worries.

He first glanced at the scabbard beside him, but there was no news from it.

This means that the situation outside is still generally within control. Su Heng felt relieved, closed his eyes, and mobilized his mental power to gather all the scattered thoughts.

Click!
A subtle friction sound came from inside Su Heng's body.

The skin on his body began to wriggle, then turned black, became rough, and bulged upwards.

Not long after, a layer of rough black armor appeared on Su Heng's body. This was not the secret method of domineering martial arts, but the defense enhancement brought by the "Skeleton Dragon Clothing".

Because it is a fixed bonus, this amount of defense is like wearing a layer of tissue on the body for Su Heng now.

Although the defense is weak, the certain rules contained in the "Skeleton Dragon Breeding Suit" are very useful.

laugh!
Black smoke came out of Su Heng's body.

The hideous "Dragon Skeleton Suit" seemed to be digested and decomposed, gradually disappearing from Su Heng's body.

At almost the same time, in Su Heng's spiritual will, strange black runes quietly appeared, condensed and spliced ​​together to form a complete, peculiar symbol that was shaped like a black hill but extremely complicated.

As this special symbol turned slightly in his consciousness, it appeared in Su Heng's heart like an instinctive throbbing.

"The first mark of magical power has taken shape!" Su Heng showed a look of joy on his face.

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Skull Plain, Hundred Buddha Temple.

In an inconspicuous corner at the edge of the magnificent Buddhist temple, in a flat and dilapidated monk's room, an elderly monk in gray clothes pushed open the window, and the golden sunlight from outside, along with the smell of decay and dampness, poured in.

There was a chirping sound coming from the shelf behind me. It was a parrot with colorful feathers.

The old monk brought some barley and clean water to feed the parrot with a peaceful smile. These foods were originally only available to the lamas in the temple.

But now they had almost all been killed by the Barbarian King Thorban, and if they were left there they would only rot in the kitchen, so they were simply fed to the birds and distributed to nearby serfs and civilians.

After the parrot had eaten its fill, the old monk put down the remaining barley.

He took a rag, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped a brass Buddha statue on the windowsill. This Buddha statue was left by the previous generation of servants and has a history of five or six hundred years. But under the careful care of the old monk, it was polished to a bright shine, and there was no trace of hundreds of years left.

He clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly to the Buddha statue on the windowsill.

The old monk then straightened his tattered robe, pushed the door open and left the room.

There was an open space outside that was paved with gravel and overgrown with weeds.

Two young lamas in bright red robes knelt down in front of him. The bronze face of the monk in front was covered with golden Sanskrit. He was undoubtedly a devout ascetic, but at this moment, the young lama's face was full of pain and despair.

"Master Wuming, I am Yongzhen from Zunfa Temple. My junior brother Yong and I have come here after a long journey through mountains and rivers, overcoming difficulties and dangers. We hope to get your help."

(End of this chapter)