Transformation I

The night of March 14th.

In the northern part of Great Ling, in a deep, unfathomable, pitch-black mountain range.

The night was dark and the wind was strong; the forest was deep and the fog was thick.

There is a bamboo forest on a slope in the mountains.

There is a temple in the bamboo forest.

The temple was small, only the size of an ordinary mountain god temple. It could only accommodate one Statue and two side rooms.

The wind howled, constantly pouring in from around the dilapidated temple.

The temple walls were broken, the doors and windows collapsed, and half of the roof broke off, leaving only the other half to let in the moonlight and night sky.

The ground was damp, covered with weeds and moldy soil.

But even in this black soil, there is a person who kneels devoutly before an ancient and mysterious Statue, whispering prayers.

"May the compassionate and Yi Ya Mu Sha bless me so that everything I do will go smoothly, I will rise higher and higher, I will have abundant wealth, all my wishes will come true, and I will be invincible."

The man had a full beard and wore a dark robe with brocade inlay patterns; he was clearly not a poor person.

It is strange in itself that someone who is not short of money would come to a dilapidated temple in the mountains late at night to pray.

The man repeatedly recited his prayers and wishes, then offered incense and offerings.

Finally, using the light from the lantern placed to the side, he bowed, kowtowed, and began to kowtow to the Statue, one kowtow after another.

What was unexpected was that a thin, sharp silver metal needle was standing right where he was kowtowing! The needle was pointing directly at his brow, but the man seemed not to see it. He closed his eyes and kowtowed hard at the silver needle.

Thump, thump, thump.

The constant crashing sounds temporarily drowned out even the sound of the wind outside.

A short while later, the man breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and noticed several tiny pinholes between his eyebrows.

Strangely, no blood oozed from the needle hole; instead, the wound healed rapidly.

"No problem at all! Absolutely no problem! This deal for tomorrow will definitely go through!" He seemed to sense something and regained his confidence in tomorrow.

After packing his things, the man turned and quickly left the temple, somewhat unsteadily.

As the night wind howled, his figure gradually blended into the darkness and quickly disappeared from sight.

This person was actually a martial artist.

Not long after he left, someone else entered the dilapidated temple.

This time, it wasn't just one, but several figures.

They were tall and robust, the tallest being nearly three meters tall and the shortest two and a half meters tall.

"I didn't expect that we would have a base here." One of them glanced at the Statue of gods enshrined in the temple and said with a cold expression.

"The Great Bright Teaching Alliance has been defeated; this is a show of annihilation for us," another person said. "Anyone who dares not to take a stand, anyone who dares to support Spirit Flight Heaven, will be killed outright. Do the Five Sects Circle really think this world belongs to them?"

"Those nobles of the Spirit Flight Teaching are too high and mighty to care about such a trivial matter," someone sneered.

"The people from the Great Dao Sect have just contacted me. They want us to join their camp, otherwise we'll be added to the second Secret Teaching Register. But if we join, we'll have a chance to leave the previous Secret Teaching Register."

"Who does he think he is? The Spirit Flight Heaven from back then?!"

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation.

"It's pointless to say such things now. What we need to consider is that the Great Dao Sect has used some method to temporarily obscure the Spirit Flight Teaching's contact with the middle and lower levels."

"Now that they have shown their methods, we must choose a side to decide, otherwise..." the first person to speak said.

"They don't think that simply killing a few experts is enough to wipe out the Teaching Alliance, do they? The Great Bright Teaching Alliance isn't that easy to destroy," someone said.

"In my opinion, now is the perfect time for us to expand and grow. Why can a major religion attract a large number of followers? Why can we only resort to underhanded means to steal the brains of our believers?"

"Does that mean they won't exploit people if they recruit a large number of followers? It's all the same, just more covert," a woman said coldly.

"The more believers we have, the stronger we, the God Lord, will be, and the better we can fight against those evil gods and cults. Indeed, I also think we should take this opportunity to expand rapidly," another person agreed.

"Those great religions, on the surface, are only trying to develop believers and get people to believe in them. But in reality, no one knows that every time they worship, as long as they are even slightly devout, their brains will be drained."

"If this continues, people will become increasingly foolish. When their brains are drained, they will become mere substitutes for death. Unlike us, the Thousand Sect Alliance, who openly declare our faith and self-sacrifice," the woman said.

"Watch your words!" The tallest and most imposing man suddenly spoke, his voice authoritative and deep, instantly silencing everyone's discussion.

"The Demon Eagle sent word earlier," the man said, glancing around at the crowd, "That with the throne currently vacant and the five sects pooling their resources, many positions have become available. This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Therefore..."

Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately jolted, realizing that a crucial moment had arrived.

"So," the man continued, "Based on the information I've received, we really can't continue to lie low any longer."

"Does the Alliance Leader mean to take action?" the woman asked in a deep voice, her eyes sharp.

"It's time," the alliance leader said, his eyes burning with fervor. "On the surface, Yue Dewen is at the height of his power, and the Five Sects Circle is awe-inspiring to the world. In reality, they are all bark and no bite, constantly putting out fires. The Reverse Time Society and the Spirit Flight Teaching both need their strength to contain them."

So, it's time for us to take action.

"How do we get started?!" someone asked.

"Don't they like to exterminate religions and massacre cities? Let them exterminate, let them exterminate to their heart's content! If that's not enough, we'll help them too!" the alliance leader laughed.

He looked up at the night sky, where dark clouds shrouded the crescent moon, gradually obscuring the last glimmer of light.

"Kill!!!"

A loud bang.

In a large city at the foot of the mountain, where the Great Dao Sect is Daoism, a raging fire broke out.

Countless rioters wearing gray hoods stormed into the city.

Without the city gates to stop them, the small number of the Spirit Army guarding the city were quickly overwhelmed by the torrent of thousands of rioters.

The rioters killed anyone they saw as soon as they entered the city.

The doors of the residential buildings were easily smashed open by these people with their weapons and bodies. They rushed in and killed any who resisted.

Those who did not resist were dragged out and tied up on the spot with ropes or clothes torn into pieces.

Once the people were bound, someone would take turns using a prepared God Sacrifice Hammer and strike them on the forehead.

One after another, extremely fine silver needles were driven into the foreheads and minds of these people.

Some people stood up in fear, trying to escape, but were quickly grabbed by the guards, pinned to the ground, and had silver needles forcibly driven into their bodies.

Many warriors within the city rose up in rebellion.

The strongest among them Prefect, possessed exceptional agility, wielding his warhammer and shield in reverse, and swiftly appearing and disappearing among the thugs, killing one person with each flash.

His eyes flashed with icy killing intent as he lunged at the leader of the nearby thugs.

"Die!" The Prefect flipped over, swooping down like a hawk hunting its prey, and pounced on the leader of the rioters.

The leader, his face contorted with rage and covered in blood, was lifting his two-meter-long cleaver from the corpse of a little girl. Sensing the wind, he raised the cleaver and swung it upwards.

When!!

Under the reflection of blood and fire, hammer and knife clashed, but separated instantly.

The Prefect shifted his body to the side, gliding down lightly from the side of the cleaver like a falling leaf. He raised his small shield, using a spike at the bottom of the shield as his trump card.

Pfft! Blood splattered.

The small shield spike pierced the thug leader's heart.

"Foolish!" The leader of the thugs laughed, not bothering to resist at all. He grabbed the Prefect and slammed his forehead hard into the governor's head.

Thud! Just then, a massive sledgehammer slammed down on the leader of the thugs from behind, smashing his entire upper body to pieces.

Just when the two thought the situation was settled and were about to step forward to use their Spirit Thread to absorb and kill the man,

Large Silver Thread suddenly burst forth from the thug leader's body.

Hundreds of Silver Thread, as if alive, precisely pierced the heads of the surrounding people.

More than a dozen people were stabbed in the head on the spot, and a large amount of brain matter flowed into the body of the riot leader along the Silver Thread.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, in just one second.

In an instant, the thug leader's body was restored and reformed in another location.

This time, his body was much larger than before, and patches of silver-black markings appeared all over his body. These markings, some large and some small, resembled birthmarks and were irregularly distributed in various places.

This is clearly Limit State.

"What is this?!" The Prefect and the hammer-wielding attacker both paled upon seeing this.

"How dare you violate the Ten Thousand Sects Covenant?!"

Many people are unaware of how the various religions ended their conflicts and killings many years ago. But as a Spirit Person, the Prefect must learn about this part of history.

Seeing the change in the other party, the Prefect was deeply shocked.

The Ten Thousand Sects Covenant is the turning point when all denominations truly get on the right track!

Before this, it was the darkest era for the people.

And now, these Secret Teaching actually dared to lift the restrictions of the Ten Thousand Sects Covenant on Worship God. "You're insane! You're all insane!!" Before the Prefect could finish speaking, his vision blurred, and his body was sliced in two by the thug leader who had suddenly approached.

Countless Silver Thread burst forth from his body, but before they could fly far, they were forcibly covered and absorbed by another sheet of Silver Thread, intertwining, shrinking, and disappearing in mid-air.

In the mountains and forests, the convoy started a fire to cook below a cliff.

Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged atop the cliff, closing his eyes and gazing quietly at the Attribute Panel before him.

Without hesitation, he immediately channeled all the accumulated attributes into the Illusory Image Talisman Method.

Unfortunately, the attribute that was selected was quickly reverted.

'Something's still missing. We've found the direction for Absolute Defense, but the Final Form is still...'

The most powerful skill of a Grandmaster is the Final Form, which is an absolute dividing line of strength that distinguishes them from those below the Grandmaster level.

With a sigh, he still allocated all his Attribute Points to health.

Anyway, it's only a little bit a day now, so the attributes accumulate pretty quickly. Later on, when I can use the Illusory Image Talisman Method, I can accumulate the required amount very quickly.

I'll allocate 16 attribute points to Health, quickly raising it from 255 to 271. 'Almost there. If I keep adding to Health, I'll get another new Trait Talent in Moon Empress.'

I'm actually a little excited about it.

Now that the gap between his martial arts and that of Great Grandmaster is not so large, further improvement in his Trait Talent could very likely lead to another significant boost.

Whether it's the path to becoming a grandmaster or new Trait Talent, the future looks bright.

He paused to think, savoring the familiar energy flow that accompanied his body's rejuvenation.

The stream, like a spider web, spreads evenly throughout the body.

This process lasted only a few minutes before gradually fading and disappearing.