Secrets

He was certain that this person had not reached the Extreme Realm.

But his growth rate far exceeds that of the Extreme Realm! Di Jiang turned around and quietly stared at the other party.

"Do you want to see your limits?"

"Please enlighten me, senior!" Zhang Rongfang turned around, the wound on his hand had completely healed.

"Alright," Di Jiang raised his Love Fate Blade again. "I know what you want to know about the Doubtful Cloud Mist surrounding us. Come with me."

He didn't continue attacking, but turned and quickly walked down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ran Xin Yue, who nodded at him.

The two immediately followed.

Linghua Mountain is very large. The three of them quickly walked from the sunny side to the shady side and stopped in front of a dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain.

"Come with me alone." Di Jiang glanced at Ran Xin Yue and took the lead into the dilapidated temple.

Zhang Rongfang gave Ran Xin Yue a look, signaling her to stay outside, while he followed her inside.

He didn't believe the other party wanted to harm him.

If he wanted to kill him, Di Jiang would have had ample opportunity from their very first meeting.

Of course, his current identity is the Daoist Daozi of the Great Dao Sect, the number one sect in the Number One Under Heaven.

There's a high probability the other party won't kill him.

After all, Master Yue is still alive, and even if the Reverse Time Society go against him at this time, they wouldn't dare to provoke him.

This was also what gave him the courage to keep taking on challenges back then.

However, when Zhang Rongfang discovered that Di Jiang was quite ill, he became somewhat worried.

After all, the actions of mentally ill people are unpredictable.

Fortunately, after a few interactions, it seems that Di Jiang is not difficult to get along with.

As long as you can withstand his sudden outbursts, everything is actually fine.

On the other side, they watched as the two walked into the dilapidated temple one after the other.

Ran Xin Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, having either of these two around would give her a different kind of oppressive feeling.

But things are better now.

After a long period of time, she gradually adapted, and each time she took Zhang Rongfang up the mountain, they would find people and fight.

I always have this feeling of going up the mountain to herd sheep.

'They're not even human, why should I compare myself to two inhuman beings? I, Ran Xin Yue, am exceptionally talented, skilled in both literature and martial arts, a grandmaster in my own right. Perhaps in the future, I'll even break through in martial arts, reaching an even higher level of Enemy Anticipation strike. If I'm going to compare myself, I should compare myself to humans.'

With this thought in mind, Ran Xin Yue's restless Final Form gradually subsided.

'Well, as long as I don't compare myself to these monsters, I, Ran Xin Yue, am still quite strong!'

Thinking of this, her restless heart calmed down again. For a moment, even the chilly mountain breeze felt gentle and warm.

Standing in the cold wind, she tried her best to straighten her chest.

I feel like a shepherd at this moment, and the two sheep are just going out to find food on their own.

Although it was a somewhat rebellious thought, sure enough, the Final Form that had just been shaken was completely stabilized once again.

Sigh, no wonder I can keep up with monsters. I'm really too strong. On the other side.

Composing himself, Zhang Rongfang followed Di Jiang toward the dilapidated temple.

The temple was covered in cobwebs and moss, and the walls were covered in mold; it was no longer a place fit for human habitation.

The enshrined Statue was reduced to half, with the other half of its body having been slashed off diagonally with a sharp blade.

Only the hand holding the flower rests on the knee, and below it sits a lotus flower.

It is clear that this is a Buddhist School Statue.

"Are you ready?" Di Jiang stood with his back to him in front of the Statue.

"Ready!" Zhang Rongfang nodded vigorously.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Suddenly, a large amount of white mist appeared out of thin air inside the dilapidated temple.

The white fog grew thicker and thicker, gradually filling every corner of the place.

Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath and looked at Di Jiang, which was less than a meter away.

Strangely, everything else around was gone, but Di Jiang was still clearly visible.

The surroundings were completely shrouded in thick fog, and nothing could be seen.

"This is the Doubtful Cloud Mist." Di Jiang turned around.

"There is only one way to deal with it."

"What method?!" Zhang Rongfang's spirits lifted. Finally, after so long, they've finally gotten to this point.

"Worship God!"

"!??"

Zhang Rongfang's expression froze.

What do you mean? Doesn't the Extreme Realm No God Worshipping? Why are they Worship God here again? "Only Gods and Buddhas and Gods and Buddhas. Similarly, only the same existence can oppose the Doubtful Cloud Mist," Di Jiang replied.

"We cannot Worship God in the Extreme Realm, but that doesn't mean we have no way out."

He slowly drew his Love Fate Blade.

"Our solution is to use force to Worship God!"

"Worship God with Weapons?!" Zhang Rongfang seemed to have a vague idea of what was going on.

"As the name suggests, it means that people don't bow, but weapons do!"

Di Jiang held the Love Fate Blade in his hand and gave it a gentle shake.

The blade vibrated and hummed softly.

"The method is simple, but also difficult. Because, first of all, you need to enter Extreme Realm and concentrate your mental will to an extreme degree."

"Then, with extremely concentrated intention, you should focus your mind on a weapon of your choice every day. After accumulating this power over time, you can choose a Gods and Buddhas and use this weapon to continuously kill more than twenty of the corresponding Worship God. This can be accomplished through a secret process."

"Is this considered Worship God?" Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"Worship is still worship; it's forging a weapon with the hatred of gods and Gods and Buddhas. Ultimately, obtaining Demon Weapon will dispel the interference of Doubtful Cloud Mist," Di Jiang replied. "Of course, if you can completely kill a Gods and Buddhas once, then the power of this Demon Weapon will be even greater, just like that Emperor Earth."

He seemed unusually lucid for so long today.

Upon hearing Zhang Rongfang fell into deep thought for a moment.

Only Gods and Buddhas can oppose Gods and Buddhas, which explains why the Rebel Alliance, led by the Reverse Time Society, is a natural enemy of the major religions of the Ling Ting.

There's a cause and effect involved in this relationship.

"Then, what if there are no Demon Weapon? Does that mean that all those at the Extreme Realm must have Demon Weapon to fight against Spirit General or Gods and Buddhas?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"You've got one thing wrong," Di Jiang replied.

"Only those at the Spirit General or above, or those Worship God special deities in the Great Dao Sect, can create Doubtful Cloud Mist. There's no need to use Demon Weapon to deal with the rest."

"Also, if you don't want to train Demon Weapon, just rob them of what's readily available."

After saying this, Di Jiang turned and walked towards a certain direction in the thick fog.

He walked slowly so that Zhang Rongfang could keep up.

Before long, the two walked straight ahead in the fog, and had walked several hundred meters without reaching the end.

But this dilapidated temple is only a dozen meters long and wide, it couldn't possibly be hundreds of meters long.

"We've arrived." Di Jiang suddenly stopped and looked up ahead.

The mist in front slowly dissipated, revealing a tall humanoid figure with a silver body and a pair of silver wings on its back.

The human figure was bare-chested, wearing a simple white long skirt, with a flat chest but a beautiful face.

His face was sharply defined, as if carved by a knife, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he were asleep.

"His name is Chen Qi. He was once a Spirit General of a Secret Teaching. Now his god has been almost forgotten, and I am the only one who remembers him. So, he can only be considered Remnant God General now."

Di Jiang pointed at the man and said softly.

"The Doubtful Cloud Mist here is a result of his natural influence."

Spirit General!? Zhang Rongfang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked closely at the man.

The person's entire body was silver, with not a single inch of skin exposed.

Its chest is engraved with a huge eagle pattern.

"Want to give it a try?" Di Jiang turned around and looked at him.

"What?" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback.

"Kill him," Di Jiang replied. "You can try killing him."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Rongfang slowly moved forward, with Di Jiang helping him dispel the Doubtful Cloud Mist.

He is now able to directly confront the level of a Spirit General.

This was also the first time he had ever truly seen the Spirit General in this form.

It is entirely silver, like a sculpture.

"Can I hit him however I want? Won't he wake up?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Either is fine. Don't worry, I killed him once. And because there was no substitute, he can't be resurrected," Di Jiang replied. "You'd better hurry, I'm in a rush to get back and cook for Jun Er."

Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, about to ask another question.

Suddenly, his expression faltered as he saw Di Jiang's eyes begin to glaze over.

He immediately sensed something was wrong.

"My husband? Where are you? I was planning to make your favorite mung bean and almond cake. My husband."

"Jun Er, where are you? I'll be right back to cook. Just wait, it'll be ready soon."

"My husband."

"Jun Er."

Di Jiang's eyes shifted and changed constantly as he walked aimlessly into the mist.

"Senior! Senior!?" Zhang Rongfang sensed something was wrong and quickly tried to follow.

But it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, Di Jiang disappeared in front of him.

"..." Zhang Rongfang stood there speechlessly.

What should we do? What do we do now?

As expected, mentally ill people are all unreliable! He gritted his teeth and looked again at the sleeping Spirit General not far away.

"Don't be afraid. I'm right behind you."

Suddenly, Di Jiang's voice rang out from behind him.

Zhang Rongfang was startled and quickly turned around.

As expected, Di Jiang returned, but this time his expression had switched to that of a gentle and charming wife.

"Good!"

Zhang Rongfang gritted his teeth, the Blood Lotus unfolded, and his body rapidly grew taller and larger.

Bang! He stomped his feet on the ground and charged forward, striking the Remnant Spirit General from above with a palm strike.

When!!

A tremendous force slammed down on the Spirit General's head.

But to Zhang Rongfang, it felt like hitting an incredibly hard lump of metal.

The instant the palm fell, an equally enormous force instantly reacted back onto his palm.

He flicked his hand high into the air.

"You can use all your strength." Di Jiang's voice came from behind. "His god has fallen, he has no believers to die in his place, and he will not wake up."

Zhang Rongfang gritted his teeth.

This time, he held nothing back, concentrating all the power of the Blood Lotus State and smashing it down on Spirit General's chest.

This punch was almost the most powerful punch he had ever delivered.

Previously, no one would stand still and wait for him to gather his strength; it took several seconds before he could hit the chest.

In the process of rapidly changing moves, the power is often not fully utilized.

But this time it's different.

Zhang Rongfang arm swelled up and enlarged, with blood vessels wrapped around the skin of his hand, resembling bloodworms.

The intense wind pressure ripped through the surrounding fog, then struck the Spirit General's chest with tremendous force.

Snap! The Spirit General motionless, its skin slightly indented.

Zhang Rongfang's thick arm snapped in two, and large drops of blood spurted from his skin, forming Blood Mist.

"Understood?" Di Jiang appeared beside him as if by magic.

"Spirit General are incredibly powerful Worship God monsters capable of withstanding the piercing of Spirit Thread head-on! Therefore, relying solely on brute force is not the way to deal with them."

Only speed and agility, combined with Demon Weapon.