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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."

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Chapter 48 Variables

Creak!

The dawn light was faintly visible, with no clouds for miles.

Underneath the pale red twilight, a black-feathered crow with red eyes spread its wings and swooped down.

Its wings cast shadows as they blocked the sunlight, sweeping over thick city walls and towers, flying through neighborhoods of grey-white buildings, and eventually landing atop a column in a vast square, preening its feathers.

In the center of the square stood a dark red nine-story tower, over a hundred meters tall, its walls engraved with fierce, demonic beast patterns, surrounded by thirty-six thick bronze chains.

By then, the sky had grown gradually brighter.

But the area around the tower was always enveloped in an unwavering layer of dark clouds.

Approaching it, one couldn't help but feel a chill, as if being stared at by countless fierce ghosts, sending shivers down one's spine.

Below the tower, in a low and flat house, an emaciated old man slowly opened his eyes.