novelsite Chapter 322 Awakening of the Emperor's Mark, Physical Body Withstands a Level 50 Spirit King
Chapter 322 Awakening of the Emperor's Mark, Physical Body Withstands a Level 50 Spirit King
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That wasn't the sound of chewing flesh and blood; it was more like a hydraulic shear snapping some kind of high-strength industrial alloy.
Dark golden liquid dripped down Lu Sheng's chin, landing on his chest and burning a row of charred holes.
This stuff tastes awful. It has neither the sweetness of high-level sea beasts nor the strength of abyssal monsters. Instead, it tastes like half a ton of nuclear waste mixed with rust, engine oil, and aged corpse fluid.
Fishy. Astringent. Spicy.
And a surge of arrogance that goes straight to the top of one's head.
It is a supreme rule and will, an absolute taboo that no mortal can tolerate.
The moment he swallowed, Lu Sheng's stomach no longer belonged to him.
His abdomen churned violently; the fragments of the cyborg heart, instead of being digested, had come to "come alive" within him. Divinity and the abyss, these mortal enemies entangled for millennia, had actually used Lu Sheng's internal organs as their battlefield, unleashing their final meat grinder mode.
There was no transition, no warning.
Lu Sheng's torso suddenly swelled up, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged out like overinflated water pipes, displaying an eerie purplish-gold color.
On the left side of his body, the once smooth muscle lines began to proliferate wildly. It was a divine rampage. Every cell was screaming for evolution; they didn't need the host's permission and unilaterally decided the direction of their growth.
"Pfft!"
The left scapula pierced through the flesh, dripping blood as it extended outwards. It wasn't for flight, but for some distorted aesthetic. Golden feathers forcibly grew from the bone, each feather sharp as a knife. These weren't wings; they were instruments of torture.
At the same time, a grand, sacred yet hollow chanting resounded within Lu Sheng's skull. It was the murmur of some ancient deity, attempting to format his consciousness and reshape it into a puppet that could only kneel in worship.
The right half of the body is a different kind of hellish scene.
The abyss needs no reason for its corruption. Black, rotting flesh spread rapidly like mold, devouring the once healthy skin. Eyeballs, bloodshot and with only whites remaining, opened one after another on the right arm and right chest, turning, peering, and emitting snickers that drove one's sanity to the brink of madness.
Black bone spurs emerged from the joints, dripping with venom that could corrode the surrounding space.
Divinity wanted him to ascend, but the abyss wanted him to fall.
The two forces, using his massive spine as a dividing line, engaged in an extremely fierce tug-of-war.
"Creak... Boom..."
Lu Sheng's proud ancient divine body was now as brittle as a soda cracker.
The newly grown divine flesh and blood were rotted into pus by the venom of the abyss; the abyss had just built its defensive fortifications when it was burned to ashes by the domineering golden light of the divinity.
This kind of pain isn't like being stabbed, but like someone taking your body apart, putting it back together with the wrong blueprints, then taking it apart again, and putting it back together again.
It goes on and on, endlessly.
"Lu Sheng!!"
Luo Tianfei tried to rush over, but was held firmly in place by the chaotic gravity field around her. She could only watch helplessly as the man's body gradually turned into an indescribable mass of rotten flesh amidst the interplay of light and darkness.
Li Xiaoyao lay sprawled on the ground, his old face pressed against the cold earth, his teeth biting his lips raw. It was over. Utterly over. That was the very essence of the Sea God; even a flawed product couldn't be digested by a human stomach. This kid was too arrogant, so arrogant he was about to burst!
Dao Yi closed his eyes; he couldn't bear to watch. A prodigy, ending up like this? Squeezed to bursting apart alive?
however.
On that distorted, cracked face, half as holy as an angel and half as ferocious as a demon, there was no fear as everyone had expected.
The left eye, which could still move—the deathly gray, cross-shaped pupil—was trembling violently.
It's not because of pain.
It's because of excitement.
It's because of... greed.
"Is this... the taste of God?"
Lu Sheng's throat was already broken, and the sound he made was like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other, leaking air but exuding a ruthless energy that made people's scalps tingle.
"It's powerful...what a pity..."
He suddenly raised his hand—his right hand, which had turned into a black claw—and grabbed his mutating left chest, his nails digging deep into the flesh, tearing off a piece of rotten flesh covered in golden feathers.
"Unfortunately, on my territory, dragons must coil up and tigers must lie low!"
pain?
That's bullshit.
Eat as much as you can, as long as it doesn't kill you!
Lu Sheng never even considered reconciling these two forces. What yin-yang balance, what water and fire in harmony—that's something only women do.
Since this body has become a battlefield, let's make this battle even more exciting!
He grinned maliciously, and deep within his shattered dantian, between the two forces of gods and demons, he unleashed his own third power.
barren.
That is the end of everything, the final destination of all things, an eternal nothingness in which even gods and demons must sink into silence.
"Ancient Devouring Furnace—Dinner's ready, you bastard!!!"
hum-
Space tremors.
A gigantic, deathly gray millstone phantom did not manifest outside his body, but instead formed directly within his body.
If divinity is the spear and the abyss is the shield, then this furnace is an unreasonable industrial crusher.
It doesn't care whether you are a noble ancient god's rule or a filthy abyss source; once you enter this furnace, all beings are equal and become fuel.
change!
The gray millstone roared in reverse, generating an extremely powerful centripetal suction force.
The divine golden light and abyssal black energy that were fighting fiercely were like fish caught in an underwater whirlpool. No matter how much they struggled, they were forcibly dragged and torn apart, and stuffed into that greedy "stomach".
Along with Lu Sheng's own broken bones and rotten flesh, they were all swept up in.
They used their bodies as furnaces and their lives as charcoal.
Refine!
"Aaaaaahh ...
A roar that was not human-like exploded from Lu Sheng's mouth, the sound wave carrying terrifying spiritual pressure, directly shattering the ground within a ten-meter radius into dust.
His body completely disintegrated at that moment.
Instead of flying blood and flesh, it transformed into a chaotic, high-energy nebula entangled in gold, black, and gray.
The nebula did not disperse; instead, it was tightly bound within the humanoid outline by the suction force, collapsing and reforming at a frequency of tens of thousands of times per second.
With each reorganization, impurities are removed one by one.
With each collapse, the essence is condensed twice as much.
This is a high-stakes gamble. The stakes are life and death; win and you're set, lose and you're left with nothing.
Just as Lu Sheng's soul was about to disintegrate under this extreme tearing force, and his consciousness was about to fall into the edge of darkness.
far away.
At the center of the altar, the eight severed fingers of the ancient emperor, which had been revolving around the heart remnant, stopped.
They seemed to sense something, as if they had heard the deepest call from the source of their bloodline.
hum!hum!hum!
Eight clear, resonant sounds drowned out all the noises from underground.
Without hesitation, without delay.
Eight streaks of black and gold light tore through the air, ignoring the distance in space and the raging energy storm on the outer edge of the chaotic nebula, and crashed straight into it.
This is not an attack.
This is... going home.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The eight severed fingers precisely sank into the chaos, pinning down eight key points including the limbs, spine, head, and heart.
Like eight magic needles stabilizing the sea, they instantly suppressed all the riots.
that moment.
A massive, indescribable fragment of memory was forcibly inserted into Lu Sheng's collapsing sea of consciousness.
He didn't see any cultivation techniques or secret manuals, nor did he hear any profound truths.
He only saw one person.
A silhouette from behind.
The man sat alone at the edge of the starry river, surrounded by mountains of abyssal corpses. He was exhausted; his armor was long since shattered. But he simply broke off a finger and used it as fuel, throwing it into the dying lamp before him.
To leave a light for future generations...
That domineering, tragic yet extremely powerful will, like a heavy hammer, slammed into Lu Sheng's skull, waking him up and also "settling" him down.
This is the ancient emperor.
This is the spirit that the true owner of this body once possessed.
"Hold……"
Lu Sheng's consciousness re-condensed in the void. He looked at that back figure, cursed, and his eyes became hot.
"Old man, you're ruthless."
"However..." Lu Sheng's will took over the nebula, and his deathly gray cross-shaped pupils shone brightly again in the center of the chaos, more brilliant than ever before.
"Now that I've taken your bones, I'll keep this fire burning for you!"
Give me... Condensate!
Rumbling--
The rotation speed of the Devouring Furnace instantly exceeded its limit, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, but it held on.
The eight severed fingers transformed into the purest bone marrow, which was then integrated into the newly formed skeleton.
Flesh and blood rebuilt.
This time, it's neither flashy gold nor disgusting black.
Rather, it is a kind of understated elegance that seems to devour all light—black gold.
That is the ultimate color after the five elements are perfected and yin and yang are reversed.
Dark purple lines spread from his heart, covering his entire body, and finally converged at his brow, forming a faint vertical mark—the "Imperial Mark," proof of a leap in life level.
boom.
One foot stepped out of the chaos and landed firmly on the ground of the altar.
A seemingly casual kick.
Snap—Boom!
The high-strength crystal ground beneath my feet was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, which continued to spread wildly outwards, as if I were stepping not on the floor, but on the backbone of this world.
Then, legs, torso, head...
The fog dissipated.
A completely new Lu Sheng stood there.
He was shirtless, and his exaggerated muscle mass had disappeared, replaced by a near-perfect streamlined physique, with every inch of his skin containing terrifying potential energy enough to detonate a nuclear bomb.
He did not use any spiritual power.
The mere existence of the physical body caused the surrounding space to visibly distort due to its inability to withstand the mass.
Gravitational waves.
He is now a walking humanoid neutron star.
"call……"
Lu Sheng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
This breath, though still condensed, was like a gray sword, shooting straight upwards and crashing directly into the tens of thousands of meters high dome above.
Boom!!!
The seemingly indestructible underground dome was blasted open by this breath, leaving a large, transparent hole.
That's the deep sea.
Billions of tons of icy seawater, now free from obstruction, crashed down with terrifying kinetic energy capable of crushing mountains, like a celestial river flowing backwards!
"It's over!" Li Xiaoyao closed his eyes in despair. Who could withstand a natural disaster of this magnitude?
Lu Sheng looked up.
Looking at the black curtain of water pressing down from the sky, his face was expressionless. He simply threw a punch casually and somewhat lazily.
There were no fancy moves, and not even much force was used.
It was just a simple punch.
"roll."
BOOM! ...
There was no sound where the fist passed, because the air was compressed into a solid state in an instant and then forcibly exploded.
The millions of tons of seawater that poured down disappeared the instant they came into contact with the force of the punch.
It wasn't blasted away, nor was it evaporated.
It was physically erased from existence by the "desolation" and "dominance" contained in this punch.
One punch can cleave the sea.
What was originally an overwhelming torrent was transformed by him into an absolute vacuum zone with a diameter of one kilometer above his head.
Tick.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Dao Yi's forehead. He stared blankly at the scene, his worldview shattered. Was this still the Spirit Sect?! This was more like a humanoid weapon!
Lu Sheng withdrew his fist, looked down at his palm that gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, and clenched it with some satisfaction.
The knuckles cracked crisply, a triumphant shout of overload.
"The taste was a bit lacking..."
Lu Sheng licked his lips, the gray light in his eyes slowly receding. "But this nutrition is definitely real."
With a thought, a light blue data panel unfolded before my eyes.
[Host: Lu Sheng]
[Level: 38 Spirit Master (Peak)]
[Physical Strength: 1600% (Evaluation: Reached the ceiling of the Spirit King level, equivalent to a level 50 physical body!)]
[Strength: 3200 tons]
Speed: 3000 meters per second
[Body Enhancement: Ancient Divine Body (Minor Completion), Imperial Mark (1/9), Five Organs Shrine (Level II).]
[Dharma Form: Desolate Heavenly Emperor (materialized, 1,000 meters tall, three heads and six arms)]
[Special Skills: Emperor's Grip, Desolate Domain, Five Elements Reversal Wheel (Great Refinement)]
[Energy Points: 2800000]
Level 38.
His physical body is already strong enough to withstand a level 50 Spirit King.
Lu Sheng's lips curled into a smile as his gaze passed over the ravaged altar and into the deeper darkness.
There seems to be something else there.
The ancient emperor's finger bone that had just fused into his body was slightly warm, conveying a vague but urgent warning.
"Be careful... of those 'returning home'..."
"...'He'..."