I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

The earth trembled violently as a deep ravine split the ground, consuming everything in its path. Ancient buildings crumbled into dust as if they had never existed.

Despite some faint obstructions lingering in his way, the horned demon charged forward in an unrelenting rampage. His destruction was absolute—humans, objects, and structures alike were obliterated, leaving chaos and ruin in his wake.

The group of old men watched in silent horror, chills running down their spines as the devastation unfolded before them.

"A Tier Six Demon…" one of them whispered, his voice trembling. "There's only one Tier Six cultivator in our entire city."

Murmurs broke out among the elders behind the golden-crowned old man. Their gazes tentatively shifted to him, looking at his back.

"It's fine. I will face him," the crowned man declared.

He stepped forward, his long white beard billowing in the wind as if echoing his resolve. His eyes gleamed with unshakable determination. "He is still a junior compared to me."

With that, the crowned old man launched himself into the air, flying directly toward the horned demon. In his hands was a gleaming sword, and a radiant, red flaring aura enveloped him.

The aura pulsed with power, causing the very air around him to tremble. Gradually, all the red hues in the surroundings—flowers, banners, even the faint glow of the setting sun—were drawn toward him, absorbed into the brilliance of his presence.

"Sigh…" one of the elders murmured, his voice tinged with both awe and reverence. "He is a rare red-color cultivator, one born naturally with this unique affinity. The only thing that has ever limited him is this place itself."

As they watched the crowned old man charge bravely at the horned demon, the group of old men felt a surge of confidence. Hope began to bloom in their hearts, like a flickering flame reignited amidst the chaos.

The half-horse demon noticed the old man immediately. The radiant red aura surrounding him was too eye-catching, too uncanny to ignore.

"Heh, a human bug," the demon sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With a swift motion, he swung his massive axe downward, unleashing a deadly air slash that tore through the air toward the old man.

"Do you think this pitiful attack could harm me?" the old man retorted with a sneer.

The red aura surrounding him began to condense, forming into a majestic suit of armor. The armor shimmered both ethereal and tangible, like a living painting that blurred the line between reality and art.

As the air slash collided with the red armor, it was as if the attack met an unbreakable barrier. The slash dissipated entirely upon impact, fading harmlessly back into the wind without leaving so much as a scratch.

"Hmph, you are nothing," the crowned old man snickered, his confidence soaring. A radiant red sword materialized in his hand, its glow pulsating with overwhelming energy. He raised it high, preparing to strike down with unrelenting force.

But then—
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His eyes widened in utter horror.

Before he could react, the axe of the half-horse demon was already upon him, its monstrous blade mere inches away from cleaving him in two.

Splash!

A sickening sound filled the air as the axe struck. The old man's red armor, unyielding just moments before, was split cleanly in half from the crown of his head to the ground below. Blood erupted like a fountain, spraying across the battlefield in a gruesome display.

The severed body crumpled to the earth, lifeless, as silence momentarily fell over the scene.

"Fool," the half-horse demon sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. Without sparing the fallen elder another glance, he turned his attention back to the city.

Rampaging with unrestrained ferocity, destroying everything in his path as he made his way toward the ethereal image of the golden bell.

Silence.

A strange, suffocating silence blanketed the city. Among the group of elders, one fell to his knees, his trembling eyes wide with terror.

"It's over," he whispered.

The demon army surged forward, pouring into the city in waves. Their onslaught was merciless, leaving nothing but carnage in their wake. Every man, woman, and child fell before them, and not a single stone was left unturned. The once-proud city was engulfed in chaos and destruction.

The group of old men, who moments earlier stood with fragile hope, were consumed as well. Their screams of horror echoed faintly, a cruel melody amidst the raging fire that devoured everything.

At last, the half-horse demon reached the ethereal image of the golden bell. He stopped, his cruel smirk deepening as he gazed downward with malicious intent.

"Give me your blood," he growled.

With a thunderous roar, he launched himself downward. The ground trembled beneath his might as the air itself seemed to bend and distort around him.

Each step of his massive hooves sent shockwaves rippling outward. But it wasn't just the force—something far more horrifying was happening.

With every step, the demon grew, his body expanding with unnatural speed. By the time he reached the base of the golden bell's projection, he stood as a towering, fifty-meter-tall monstrosity, a grotesque giant.

With one motion, the fifty-meter-tall half-horse demon raised its colossal leg. The air swirled violently around it, whipping into a near-hurricane as the demon prepared to crush everything beneath it.

Inside the mansion, every cultivator froze in terror. Their instincts screamed for them to run, to escape, but the overwhelming pressure rooted them in place. It was as if the very essence of their being had been seized by an invisible force.

Suddenly, a cold, annoyed voice echoed from within the mansion:

"Who is this bug?"

The towering demon froze mid-motion, its cruel smirk faltering.

"Eh?" it muttered in confusion.

Bang!

The sound reverberated through the air, abrupt and final.

The demon's world turned blank. Its monstrous frame went utterly still. Its lifeless eyes stared into the void, and without any visible external damage, the creature fell to the ground with an earth-shaking crash.

The massive body began to shrink, its grotesque form returning to its original size. There was no grandeur in its end—just the eerie silence that followed its collapse.

Ray turned his head to look back at Luo Shouchun, observing her with eyes full of interest.

All the demons that had invaded the city began falling lifeless, one by one. Only one remained alive—a demon with a bat-like body but an extremely ugly human face.

It immediately fled in panic, while the remaining cultivators rejoiced in happiness.

A mysterious smile appeared on Ray's face as he observed everything. Then his focus shifted entirely toward her, uncaring of anything else.

This vision lasted for a day, completely transforming her.

Initially, she had long blue hair and matching blue lips, but now her lips had turned red, and her hair had become golden, shining like the sun. Obviously, this was only an external change—her cultivation had directly advanced to Tier Three.

Not only that, Qi swirled around her, attracted to her and the improvements were just too vast to count.

"Really, just a single Enlightenment can really turn one's fate huh."

Ray looked at this while muttering.

He sensed the mutation energy that was still in the surrounding, gradually merging with Qi.

"I should let it merge for a while, I wonder what it will become."

Mutation Energy was attributeless while Qi definitely had an attribute, a strong attribute but Ray didn't know which attribute it was either.

"Thank you."

Luo Shouchun bowed in front of Ray, speaking in her cold tone.

"You achieved it by yourself, why are you thanking me?"

"I know that I cannot achieve this by myself; my talent has been average since young unless an external force intervened." She bit her cherry lips.

"Haha." Ray laughed with a smile on his face.