One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 589: 482: A New Journey Begins in the Realm of the Divine, the Dao Path Stretches Far and Wide Before Me

Su Heng squatted on the ground, closely observing the experimental subject at his feet.

Although the successfully developed potion had removed the mutated state from the subject’s body, the excessive consumption of Life Force and the damage caused to the brain’s nerves were irreversible and beyond Healing.

Under the effect of nerve reflexes, the half-human, half-Demon experiment twitched its limbs a couple of times.

Its mouth seemed to be muttering something, but before Su Heng could hear it clearly, its pupils slowly dilated, and it completely fell into a deep sleep.

"In this world, humans’ lives are indeed fragile," Su Heng murmured. He then administered the remaining potion to other experimental subjects. These subjects were relieved of their mutated states, but without exception, none of them survived. Su Heng did not feel sorry for such results. His approach was a thunderous operation; there weren’t many surviving mutated beings left on this continent anyway.

As long as ordinary people could develop resistance to the constraints, Su Heng did not care about the life and death of those already infected.

"Besides, the medicinal effect is a bit too intense. It’s worth considering diluting it to a certain extent, or administering it in several different batches," Su Heng summarized some of the key points he had just thought of.

As for the method of administration, he could create a mosquito-like micro mutant insect.

The most difficult part was already complete; the rest was easy to handle.

Boom!

Su Heng turned and left the secret chamber.

The giant stone door closed slowly behind him.

Hanging on the blood-red walls of the laboratory was a huge sac, more than a man’s height, containing the corpse of the Descender Huang Xuzi.

Most of his remains were intact, save for the severe damage to the upper half of his body and a permanently missing part of his head. The gray-white brain matter was thus starkly exposed before Su Heng. Despite the writhing fungal sac between them, a faint smell of blood emanating from his body was still detectable. These Descenders, who were so high and mighty in life, looked no different from ordinary humans in death.

During the gaps in his experiments, Su Heng spent time re