Spending Ten Trillion

Freshman Apartments.

Su Yu locked his door, then expertly activated every defensive formation and soundproofing barrier in the room.

Once that was done, he walked to the meditation cushion in the center of the training room and sat down cross-legged.

He took a deep breath.

Suppressing the faint agitation still churning in his heart after the succession of battles tonight.

With a thought,

the space within his storage ring unfolded clearly in his mind.

Fourteen trillion Dragon Coins in cash lay piled in one corner like a series of rolling mountain ranges.

Beside it was the vast haul of high-grade materials, Heaven-rank cultivation techniques, and all manner of rare and valuable resources he had looted from the Darknet treasury.

Among them were several peerless spirit herbs that radiated dense, icy yin energy—supreme medicinal treasures comparable to the Nine Nether Soul-Nurturing Lotus.

Out in the world, they would be enough to make countless Martial Emperors, even Martial Venerables, fight to the death over them.

Yet Su Yu merely swept his gaze casually across those resources.

What truly made his heart race

were the seven crystals suspended at the very center of his storage space.

Seven demon cores emanating terrifying fluctuations of abyssal origin!

One had dropped in the abandoned industrial district.

The other six had been taken tonight from the Darknet underground city, after he killed three Abyssal Demon Saints and three Red-Robed Archbishops.

Seven Demon Saint–grade demon cores in total!

Within each core, it was as though an entire mountain of corpses and sea of blood had been sealed away, radiating a destruction-filled pressure that made one’s heart tremble.

With another thought, Su Yu summoned the system interface and checked the buyback price for the seven demon cores.

Sixty-eight billion Great Xia Coins.

For all seven combined, the average came to less than one hundred billion per core.

Su Yu’s expression remained calm.

Just as expected.

The system’s purchase price had been around this level before. Far too low.

Only a few hours ago, at the Darknet auction, Huo Zhenshan had spent an astronomical twenty-three billion to acquire a demon core of the same grade.

The true market floor price for such an item was definitely above one trillion.

The system’s offer was not even enough to count as loose change.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Yu closed the system interface and carefully sealed away the seven demon cores.

These were absolute hard currency.

If he ever ran short of money in the future, he could simply take one to the black market—or hand it directly to the military for auction.

A single sale would bring in over two trillion!

The profits would be more than ten times what the system offered for recycling them.

After putting away the demon cores,

Su Yu calmed his thoughts and began considering where to spend his money next.

He had fourteen trillion in cash.

It had to be converted into tangible combat power as soon as possible.

There were several possible directions.

The first was martial arts techniques.

However, the Heaven-rank techniques he currently possessed—<i>Void Origin Blood Art</i>, <i>Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear</i>, <i>Formless Calamity Blade</i>, and <i>Myriad Forms Essence-Concealment Art</i>—had all been deduced to the Great Perfection realm.

There was no further room for improvement.

Unless he could obtain peerless martial arts beyond the Heaven rank, he had already reached the peak achievable at the current physical level in terms of cultivation methods and combat techniques.

“Still…”

A certain cosmic-level inheritance suddenly flashed through Su Yu’s mind—the one he had obtained while restoring the mysterious tile fragment at the Heavenly Craft Pavilion.

The <i>Cosmic Primordial Star Map</i>.

It was a vast, boundless map of stellar coordinates, suffused with an endless aura of age and antiquity.

It seemed to point toward the limitless starry expanse beyond this world.

Within it lay, without question, supreme power that surpassed this era.

“If I get the chance, I have to make a trip to the stars.”

Su Yu quietly made plans in his heart.

Having settled on the broad direction of his future, he returned his attention to reality.

His martial arts could no longer be improved.

That left only one clear direction for spending money.

Vitality.

Martial will.

Of the two, vitality was the top priority.

It was the foundation of all combat power—the source of confidence that allowed him to kill enemies above his own level.

“System.”

Su Yu’s gaze sharpened.

“Deposit ten trillion Dragon Coins!”

“Simulate vitality!”

【Ding.】

【Deposit successful.】

【Ten trillion Dragon Coins deducted.】

【Obtained ten trillion years of cultivation.】

【Simulation space activated.】

Boom!

The familiar sensation of weightlessness swept over him.

Su Yu’s consciousness was instantly dragged into that gray, hazy simulation space—a place with no distinction between up and down, left and right.

Here, time lost all meaning.

One year.

Ten thousand years.

One hundred million years.

Ten billion years.

Those monotonous, endless years—long enough to drive any normal person mad—descended upon him once more.

Su Yu sat cross-legged in the void.

Like an ancient boulder that would never change.

He pushed the *Void Origin Blood Art* to its absolute limit.

The gray energy around him surged into his body like a raging tsunami.

His vitality began rising at a terrifying pace.

Two hundred million.

Five hundred million.

Eight hundred million.

One billion!

After consuming a full ten trillion years of time within the simulation space—

Su Yu had forcibly cultivated an increase of ten whole billion points of vitality!

Added to his original foundation of over one hundred million—

Su Yu’s total vitality had now reached an astonishing eleven billion!

One had to know that even those lofty Martial Emperors who guarded the nation possessed only around a hundred billion vitality.

Yet Su Yu’s eleven billion vitality consisted of dark-gold divine blood that had undergone three rounds of extreme compression!

In terms of quality, it was equivalent to eleven trillion points of ordinary vitality!

On the strength of this immense, utterly outrageous volume of vitality alone, his combat power in his normal state had already completely surpassed that of ordinary Martial Emperors!

And beyond that—

During those endless years, Su Yu had also uncovered the true, supreme essence of the *Void Origin Blood Art*.

At last, he had fully grasped the true meaning of “compression.”

Su Yu abruptly opened his eyes.

Deep within his profound gaze, it seemed as though countless stars were being born and dying.

“The fourth compression.”

Su Yu murmured, his voice echoing through the absolutely silent space.

Ten billion drops of dark-gold divine blood roared through his veins.

Each heartbeat was like an ancient god beating a war drum.

Boom!

It was as though a supernova had detonated inside Su Yu’s body.

Driven by the technique, the ten billion drops of dark-gold divine blood surged wildly toward a single point deep within his heart, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!

Buzzz—!

His bones groaned.

His meridians shattered inch by inch, only to be instantly rebuilt under the nourishment of his vitality.

With every reconstruction, they became tougher, more crystalline, more flawless.

“Condense!”

Deep within his heart—

The ten billion drops of dark-gold divine blood were compressed to the absolute limit.

Buzzz—!

An incomparably pure, eerily crimson radiance bloomed explosively at the center of Su Yu’s heart!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

No pressure capable of tearing apart space.

Only an absolute stillness that seemed capable of reducing all things to nothingness and forcing heaven and earth into submission.

A single drop of blood.

It floated quietly within one of Su Yu’s heart chambers.

It was no longer dark gold.

Instead, it radiated a crimson so profound it defied description.

A faint halo of chaotic light flowed across its surface.

It was as though a miniature universe had been conceived within this single drop of blood.

Origin Blood!

Su Yu abruptly opened his eyes.

An indescribable realization surged into his mind.

He had succeeded.

The fourth compression.

He had forcibly compressed one billion Dark Gold Divine Blood into a single drop of Origin Blood!

And with the formation of this drop of Origin Blood—

Su Yu’s blood vitality underwent an earth-shaking transformation.

The original 1.1 billion units of Dark Gold Divine Blood—

had become one drop of Origin Blood.

The remaining one hundred million swirled around it like stars surrounding the moon.

But—

that was merely the leftover amount!

Feeling the terrifying energy contained within that drop of Origin Blood, even Su Yu, whose composure was as unshakable as stone, could not help but feel waves of shock crash through his heart.

Tenfold!

The power this drop of Origin Blood could unleash was a full ten times greater than that of the previous one billion Dark Gold Divine Blood!

One billion units of Dark Gold Divine Blood were equivalent to one trillion points of ordinary blood vitality.

And this single drop of Origin Blood was equivalent to ten trillion points of blood vitality!

What kind of concept was that?

The Martial Emperor who safeguarded Great Xia had blood vitality of only around one hundred billion.

Yet Su Yu, relying on this one drop of Origin Blood alone, could unleash a terrifying combat power of ten trillion!

That was equivalent to the combined strength of one hundred Martial Emperors!

And that was only his normal destructive power!

If the amplifications from his various martial arts, all at the Great Perfection level, were added on top of that...

Su Yu drew a deep breath.

He did not dare think any further.

It was far too absurd.

What delighted Su Yu even more was another heaven-defying trait granted by Origin Blood.

Rebirth from a Drop of Blood!

So long as this drop of Origin Blood remained intact, even if his body were blasted into pulp, even if his heart were pierced through—

he could instantly reconstruct his body and return to his peak condition!

Of course, there was one fatal prerequisite.

His head could not be damaged.

Consciousness and the soul resided within the brain.

If his head were destroyed and his soul extinguished, then even if the Origin Blood remained, what it reconstructed would be nothing more than a soulless, walking corpse.

“The soul...”

Su Yu stroked his chin.

A glimmer of understanding flashed through his eyes.

If he could find a way to completely fuse the essence of his soul into this drop of Origin Blood—

and cause the Origin Blood to undergo a true qualitative transformation—

then he would achieve true, flawless rebirth from a drop of blood.

Even if he were ground to dust, so long as the Origin Blood remained, he could defy the heavens and return.

However, that was clearly beyond what he could accomplish now.

It would require more profound soul arts, as well as much longer deduction and refinement.

“No rush.”

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