Essence Devouring Art

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—

The sound of thousands of bombs detonating rang out once more.

The shockwaves from the Fist Force were as dense as ripples on a lake in the rain, annihilating its body from the inside out in every direction.

BOOM!!

In the center of the thousands of shattered red and white ice fragments,

an ink wash painting could be seen suspended in the air. Within the painting, aside from the scenery of Harvest Village, hung a small, bone-white sun.

Within the ink-wash village,

the lone little figure made of black and white ink in front of a house revealed a look of terror and began to beg for mercy. "Wait, don’t kill me! I can submit to you as my master!"

"Primordial Magnetic Tribulation Finger!"

But the only response it received was Shen Wu Dao’s glacial voice, devoid of any emotion.

HUM!

In the next instant,

the Dark Magnetic Domain that enveloped the fifty-meter radius of sky and earth suddenly contracted.

All of its Magnetic Field Power converged at the tip of a black-gold claw-like finger that had emerged from Wu Dao’s Dragon Fist. It formed a beam of Primordial Magnetism so intense it seemed to drain the color from all existence and even devour light itself, which then landed on the black-and-white figure in the Harvest Map.

"No!!"

The scream had barely begun.

CRACKLE—

An extreme current of Primordial Magnetism instantly dyed the Harvest Map pure black. Countless bolts of electricity surged, destroying and erasing everything in the drawing—everything except for that small, bone-white sun!

RUMBLE!

The sound of thunderbolts from the Nine Heavens exploded forth.

It was like a buoy in the deep sea, rapidly surfacing once the weight holding it down was gone.

SPLASH~

A torrential downpour fell from the sky.

The surrounding world was dark and gloomy. Faintly visible below was the fractured earth, a mix of white, red, and gold, as if it had been struck by a meteor.

WHOOSH~

A fierce wind swept past.

An empty, yellowed scroll was caught in the gale. After spitting out a bone-white Demon Pill, it tried to fly away into the distance.

But in the next moment,

CRUNCH!

Shark-like teeth snapped shut.

The Demon Pill and the scroll both fell into a gargantuan, abyssal maw.

THUD!

A collision sounded, like a meteor striking the earth.

Mud and pooled water exploded into the air.

Inside the deep crater, Wu Dao resembled a mummy, his entire body shriveled and covered in a dense network of cracks.

From the depths of his dark, abyss-like pupils,

a glimmer of his humanity struggled, tore through the encroaching darkness, and slowly expanded until it reclaimed his entire eyes.

"HUFF... HUFF... HUFF—"

After his humanity triumphed over his primal self,

Wu Dao’s scorched-black physique rapidly shrank back to its normal state, like a fish flopping on dry land.

He opened his mouth wide, frantically gasping for fresh air. The searing pain that wracked his entire body, like being sliced by a thousand knives, made him grit his teeth so hard they shattered.

Inside his brain,

more than ninety percent of his brain tissue had been burned to death!

If one were to open his skull, they would see chunks of Extreme Gold charcoal. The cells had lost all vitality; normal methods could no longer heal it!

BANG!

A shattering sound rang out.

Under the torment of indescribable pain,

a ruthless glint appeared in Wu Dao’s eyes. He threw a punch and smashed his own ruined head, transferring his consciousness to another, still-intact part of his body.

’Out with the old, in with the new!’

HUM!

In the next moment,

Wu Dao’s abdomen began to glow. The Demon Pill Treasure Flesh of the Cold Ice Flood Dragon Python in his stomach started to rapidly break down, transforming into streams of Healing Fluid that flowed throughout his body, mending his injuries.

The cracks on his physique slowly sealed shut.

At his neck,

strands of Super Memory Undying Extreme Gold Threads, each thinner than a strand of hair, could be seen beginning to construct a new head.

His injuries were too severe this time.

At the Overlord Great Success Domain level, Shen Wutian could only be maintained for five minutes at most. Any longer, and his life would be in danger.

Originally, Wu Dao shouldn’t have been this badly hurt.

After all, less than half a minute had passed from the moment he unleashed Shen Wutian to the end of the battle.

The key was that while in the Divine Void State, he had recklessly used two ultimate killing moves he had researched for the Overlord Domain in his past life—

Ten Directions Divine Slaughter!

And Primordial Magnetic Tribulation Finger!

One was an explosive burst of ultimate Power and Speed.

The other was the ultimate compression and release of Magnetic Field Power.

The terrifying consumption of energy

not only drastically shortened the duration of Shen Wutian but also nearly wrung him dry into a desiccated corpse, annihilated into dust. His brain had been burned into incurable charcoal, forcing him to destroy the old to make way for the new.

Fortunately,

it was all worth it.

He focused his mind and opened his attribute panel.

There, he could see

that his Teleportation Points had skyrocketed from 1,315 to 8,815!

A Land Immortal Level Alien Species.

That was a full one thousand more than a Grandmaster!

A single one was worth two thousand five hundred points!

Three of them down the hatch.

Tonight’s midnight snack

wasn’t just a greasy feast—it nearly burst his stomach!