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Su Heng had traversed to a world where demons were resurrecting, and the human realm was like hell. Water ghosts, fog demons, and drought monsters... powerful demons plagued the land. Major clans used fierce spirits for medicine, residing high above the clouds, while common folk struggled desperately amidst a divine, eerie apocalypse. In these chaotic times, Su Heng awoke with the talent of a Celestial Eater. His body grew limitlessly, gaining a property point for every pound he gained in weight. The bizarre and terrifying demons who slaughtered cities and eradicated nations were, to him, the most sweet and superior ingredients. He devoured their flesh and blood, feasted on their sinews and bones, plundered their Divine Skills, and seized their destinies. From the "Pure Yang Skill" to the "Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique," from the "Golden Bell Guard" to the "Demon Buddha's Golden Body," even the most ordinary martial arts in Su Heng's hands could burst forth incredible power. Years later... Su Heng's demonic body was colossal, his weight immeasurable. With a hundred hearts and a thousand arms, mortals were nothing more than ants to him — all gods and buddhas of the heavens, come to battle! ... This book is also known as "Godzilla of The Low Martial World."

Sister Huang Xing is here · Eastern
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Chapter 162: To Conquer This Place Is to Conquer Creation

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The grand doors opened slowly before Su Heng, as gusts of wind tumbled and white mist surged.

But the sight that revealed itself inside was not reminiscent of a chilly tomb; rather, it resembled a vast square.

Under his feet lay a floor of thick, dark bluestone slabs, upon which stood rows of towering guards.

Each of these warriors was over three meters tall, appearing to be molded from clay, yet every detail on them was vividly lifelike.

They stood in formation, emanating a terrifying presence as unyielding as mountains.

Su Heng stepped forward onto the square.

Above the dome was not a ceiling but a mass of heavy, roiling amber mist, from which light was radiating outwards.

Giant dragon pillars and shadow walls stood on either side of the square, all carved from precious white marble.

The end of the square featured rising steps, atop which sat a splendid vermilion palace.

Su Heng stopped in his tracks.

His gaze inevitably fell upon the shadow walls.