"I'll slap back."
Su Xiaobai said it like it was a reasonable statement. Like slapping Heaven was just a minor inconvenience in his grand spiritual to-do list.
And honestly?
He wasn't lying.
Sure, he could no longer grow his own Divine Embryo (thanks, cannibalized Nascent Soul & Demonic True Spirit), but Su Xiaobai was not a man bound by silly things like natural progression or rules made by gods.
Instead, he had a plan.
"The Devourer's Womb."
Why make your own Divine Embryo when you can just rob someone else's, shove your soul inside it, and become the embryo yourself?
It's like trying to grow a fruit tree, getting bored, ripping out someone else's 300-year-old peach tree, and duct-taping yourself inside it like a peach-flavored mech suit.
His Divine Embryo?
Not self-born.
Not natural.
Stolen. Rented. Spiritually hijacked.
"It might rebel," Zhu Qing muttered, eyes twitching.
"Yes," Su Xiaobai said, "but I'll just keep it suppressed. Constantly. Forever."
