380: Chapter 380 Eating the Law Threads Like Noodles, One After Another

In the time that followed, Lu Sheng completely let himself go, doing something that could scare every Cultivator in the Universe into wetting their pants.

He squatted in front of that wall of law threadss and began to "eat" those lethal things one by one.

The movements were simple and crude.

Reach out, grab a thread.

The thread turned into a light blade, slicing into his flesh.

The heaven swallowing furnace forcibly pulled the light blade through the wound and into his Meridians.

His Meridians were blasted apart, causing him agonizing pain.

The heaven swallowing furnace forcibly refined it, while the dragon runess repaired his body.

Then, he switched hands and grabbed the next one.

Lu Sheng treated this entirely as a masochistic assembly-line operation.

"The first one."

"Hiss... the second one. This one's got some kick."

"The third one. Dammit, it almost sliced my windpipe."

While trembling from the pain, he muttered the count under his breath.

Although these law threadss were of extremely high quality, in the face of an unreasonable cheat like the heaven swallowing furnace, once they were pulled into his body, there was only one outcome: being crushed into dross to become nourishment for the Small World seed.

On the first day, Lu Sheng ate forty-seven threads.

The price was extremely heavy. His left hand was severed at the root twice, and his right hand once. A transparent hole was stabbed through his chest by a light blade, and even the surface of his heart was nicked.

Not a single black-gold Dragon scales on his body remained intact; he looked as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

But the Small World seed in his Dantian grew brighter and brighter.

The System notification sound rang out from time to time.

Progress toward the Spirit Saint Realm barrier: Eighty-seven percent.

On the second day, Lu Sheng ate sixty-three threads.

Humans are gluttons for punishment; once you get used to the pain, it's not much of anything. Lu Sheng now had a certain level of resistance to the agony of his Meridians being blasted apart.

Furthermore, as he consumed more and more Law fragments, his Physical Body became increasingly monstrous through repeated destruction and Rebirth. The imprints of those high-level Laws were forcibly etched into the crevices of his bones.

Later on, when he encountered threads of slightly lower quality, Lu Sheng didn't even bother using the heaven swallowing furnace's gravity to pull them in. He would just grab the light blade, shove it into his mouth, and crunch it into pieces with his teeth before swallowing.

"Spicy! It's so damn spicy on my throat!"

Lu Sheng cursed while spitting out blood-flecked foam.

Progress toward the Spirit Saint Realm barrier: Ninety-one percent.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day.

Lu Sheng continued to eat his way through, forcibly gnawing out a path in this dense jungle of threads.

His physical condition was extremely poor, but his spirit was excited to the absolute limit.

Wind, Thunder, and Water mixed with Frost, Fire, and Space—these five Law powers had completely clumped together inside him, ready to explode at any moment under the catalysis of the Small World seed.

By the sixth day.

Lu Sheng reached out, grabbed the last law threads in front of him, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Suddenly, the space in front of him cleared.

He had eaten his way through.

Lu Sheng, dragging his battered and broken body, floated in the vacuum.

He raised his head.

That stellar-sized remains were less than a hundred meters directly ahead of him.

At such a close distance, that terrifying pressure had become physical. It was like an invisible mountain pressing down hard on Lu Sheng's back.

His bones creaked under the burden of this pressure, and the newly grown dragon scales began to crack and shatter piece by piece again.

His heart was compressed to the point where it almost stopped beating.

But Lu Sheng couldn't care less about any of that. He stared fixedly at the remains, his eyes terrifyingly bright.

At this distance of a hundred meters, he finally saw the full appearance of the corpse.

It was in the shape of a person. Though it was as vast as a sun, it indeed had a head, hands, and feet.

It wore a set of strange, dark-gold armor, which was covered in marks from blades and axes.

It sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, hands resting flat on its knees. The expression on its face was extremely calm, without pain or anger, as if it were merely asleep.

Lu Sheng's gaze followed down from its neck.

Right in the center of its chest, there was an extremely terrifying wound that went straight through from front to back.

In that wound, half a broken black spear was embedded.

Lu Sheng stared at that half-broken spear, his pupils suddenly constricting.

He felt his heart twitch violently.

The patterns on the shaft, the material emanating Death Qi—no matter how he looked at it, it seemed familiar.

It was as if it had been carved from the same mold as the dragon devouring spear he had always used!

"Is this... could it be the other half of the dragon devouring spear?" The thought flashed through Lu Sheng's mind.

But he immediately shook his head. Now was not the time to study weapons.

His gaze locked onto the edge of that piercing wound.

There, a pale-gold liquid was continuously seeping out. The Origin aura emitted by that liquid was countless levels higher than those threads on the periphery.

This was the most core Origin.

If he could just take one sip, the gates to the Spirit Saint Realm could definitely be kicked wide open.

"Dinner time."

Lu Sheng licked his lips and, against the pressure that threatened to crush him, struggled to move forward.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Just as Lu Sheng was only twenty meters away from the wound.

A sudden change occurred.

That stellar remains, which had been silent for countless millennia, suddenly vibrated extremely faintly.

To it, it was a faint vibration, but to the surrounding space, it was nothing short of a world-shattering disaster.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Without any warning.

Thousands of golden Law light blades peeled directly off the surface of the remains.

These light blades were a hundred times more solid than the ones transformed from the peripheral threads. Each one emitted a terrifying aura capable of instantly killing a Spirit Saint Realm expert.

Thousands of light blades formed a massive spherical killing formation, slicing toward Lu Sheng from all directions in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree sweep with no blind spots.

Lu Sheng's scalp instantly prickled with fear.

He glanced back. The path of retreat had already been resealed by the threads he had just triggered.

There was nowhere to hide.

There was nowhere to run.

This was a certain-death trap.

Lu Sheng looked at the overwhelming swarm of light blades slicing toward him and suddenly broke into a grin.

The smile was extremely hideous.

"Want to kill me? Even if I die here today, I'm going to bite a piece of flesh off you first!"