The Power of Intent

Chen Cheng cut open the Black Demon's chest, and the stench of a rotting corpse hit him in the face. He frowned, then reached straight into its chest cavity.

It felt like plunging his hand into a black sewer full of sticky sludge. After rummaging around, he pulled out a complete set of human organs, all badly decomposed.

The organs were decaying at an astonishing rate, as was the body itself. The lungs he had removed first had already lost almost all substance; most of their tissue had turned to corpse fluid.

At first, Kui Niu could not understand why Chen Cheng would do something so revolting. But when he saw the rotting heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and other organs, he finally understood.

Chen Cheng used magic to clean the corpse fluid from his hand, then cast detection magic on every part of the body.

"Do you know what lies beneath the Abyss?"

Kui Niu knew why Chen Cheng was asking. The dissection had made one thing clear: this Primordial Black Demon's body was a complete Human race corpse.

Others had suspected as much before. But Primordial Black Demons were gray-black, badly rotted Undying Corpses. No one bothered to dissect one after killing it.

Besides, a Black Demon's body did not last long after death. Like this one, it would rapidly dissolve into corpse fluid until only a scattered heap of white bones remained.

"No. The Abyss is the End of Heaven. I don't think I need to explain what conditions are like here. There's no way humans could survive."

"What do you mean, the End of Heaven?"

Chen Cheng had not expected that answer. As he understood it, this world was a spherical planet, not some perfectly flat continent.

How could it have an end of heaven?

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