SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 760

Chapter 760: The blade of grass

Meanwhile... inside the crimson vortex... Damon was in a world of his own.

A long time ago, in the middle of a prosperous and bustling city, a blade of grass appeared. It grew quietly between two cracked stone tiles in the center of a wide plaza.

No one planted it. No one watered it. It simply existed.

The city around it was alive with noise and movement. Merchants shouted across crowded stalls. Children ran through the streets laughing. Powerful beings flew overhead like streaks of light, their robes fluttering in the wind.

Compared to all that life, the blade of grass meant nothing.

Thousands of people stepped over it every day. Sometimes they stepped on it. Heavy boots crushed it into the stone. Yet every time the foot lifted, the grass slowly rose again.

The seasons passed. Spring rains soaked the earth. Summer heat scorched the ground. Autumn winds bent the grass low. Winter buried the entire plaza under snow. Still... the blade of grass remained.

Years turned into decades. Decades turned into centuries.

The bustling city grew even larger. Towers replaced old houses. Dynasties changed. Powerful cultivators came and went like passing storms.

But the blade of grass never left its place between those two cracked stones.

It watched everything.

It watched warriors boast of their strength. It watched kings promise eternal dynasties. It watched powerful beings chase immortality.

And slowly... it began to understand something.

Everything moved. Everything changed. Everything eventually disappeared. Except it.

Then one day... war came. Powerful beings descended from the sky like falling stars. Sword lights split the heavens. Mountains of flame devoured the earth.

The prosperous city turned into a battlefield overnight. The plaza shattered and the buildings collapsed. A terrifying attack fell from the sky. The ground exploded. The entire place turned into a massive crater. Stone and dust filled the air. Everything was destroyed.

Everything... except the blade of grass.

It bent beneath the shockwave. Its thin body pressed flat against the stone.

For a long time it did not move. Then slowly... Very slowly... It rose again.

Inside the vortex, Damon watched.

The vision shifted. Centuries passed. The ruined city became a wasteland. Wind carved away the broken stones. Sand buried the plaza. Mountains shifted. Rivers changed their course. Civilizations rose and fell.

Still... the blade of grass remained.

Storms bent it. Animals trampled it. Lightning struck the earth beside it.

But every time... it rose again.

The grass did not fight. It did not resist. It simply endured.

Inside the vision, Damon frowned slightly.

The whispering voice of the Dao echoed again.

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