Awakening (Five)

"Life Ruyi, eight or nine out of ten things don't go as planned. I hope so," Zhang Rongfang sighed. "The Immortal Path is hard to find, and even life itself is difficult to attain. I'm just worried about getting lost."

He Taiqing how intense the pleasure of drinking blood was.

Look at that Red-Clothed Daoist; he's already subtly captivated by this feeling, unable to extricate himself.

"If they become obsessed and lose themselves, indiscriminately killing innocent people, it would be better if we executed them ourselves?" At this moment, Daoist Hong Xian had completely recovered his appearance from his prime, and was now a handsome, strong man with broad bones.

"Okay." Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly his Dark Light Vision, and he saw a scene in the distance.

"That's...!?"

His brows furrowed involuntarily, his eyes narrowed, as if he had spotted something extremely troublesome.

In the heart of the burning County Town, a bald monk in red robes gazes with pity at the boy kneeling before him.

The boy was covered in blood and was already weak and powerless.

But at this moment, relying on his willpower, he knelt down in front of the monk.

"I beg for your mercy, Grand Initiation Master."

He kowtowed repeatedly and heavily.

The firelight illuminated his forehead, which was covered in red blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was from the ground or his own.

Behind the boy lay a petite girl who was almost lifeless.

"Alas," the monk sighed, a sudden stirring within him.

He suddenly felt that he could save them.

Thinking of this, he instinctively stepped forward, reached out his hand, and imitated the scene when Zhang Rongfang bestowed blood upon him.

A hiss. A drop of blood seeped from his fingertip and slowly dripped into a hideous wound on the girl's face.

Soon, in just over ten seconds, the girl actually moved slightly, her flesh and blood began to shrink and become thinner, but her injuries healed rapidly.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, revealing a faint bloodshot hue.

A low, yearning sound, "Blood," escaped from the girl's throat.

"Amitabha, no, Wu Liang Tian Zun," the red-robed monk said with a slight smile.

The top of Daoist Temple in the distance.

Zhang Rongfang fell silent.

The Blood Descendant he released could even create new Blood Descendant.

Powerful regenerative abilities, unparalleled speed and physique, and the ability to grow stronger the more blood they absorb—all these characteristics correspond to Zombie Vampire.

'It seems I underestimated the Trait Talent of this Blood Ancestor.'

"Someone's coming! Abbot!" Suddenly, the Daoist Hong Xian behind him called out.

"Hmm?" Zhang Rongfang looked up and gazed in another direction.

The fire engulfed the surrounding houses and buildings.

In the central square of the County Town.

A tall, burly, and powerful figure was laughing wildly as he charged through the Red Turban Thugs, slaughtering them indiscriminately.

He was three meters tall, and his body was covered with vascular patterns after activating multiple Limit State. Countless muscle blocks moved around his body as if they were alive.

This is Kong De, the "Heaven Flipping Palm," one of the four people in the Human Immortal Temple who failed to reach the Grandmaster level, besides Daoist Hong Xian.

One after another, figures were sent flying through the air with a single, casual palm strike, their spines broken.

Spirit Thread would occasionally burst open, piercing his body, but he would quickly grab someone and suck their blood, restoring him to his original state.

The Red Turban Thugs charged forward from all sides, fearless of death. A strange balance remained between the two sides until the Red Turban Army was completely wiped out.

Kong De laughed loudly. He had already pushed his body to its limit by drinking blood. Now, ordinary weapons could only leave white marks when they hit him.

Even those who are not High Grade Expert cannot break through its defenses.

This unbridled fighting allowed him to completely vent the emotions he had accumulated over decades.

They were about to break through the blockade and rush towards the mysterious group of people in black cloaks in the center of the County Town.

Suddenly, a figure flew over from a distance, darted into the crowd like lightning, and struck Kong De in the chest with a palm strike.

"Not good!" Kong De was shocked and tried to dodge, but the direction he dodged was also anticipated by the opponent.

As he moves, the other person's hand moves in the same way.

As if they were working in sync, they moved in the same direction at the same time.

Boom!...

A bloody hole exploded in Kong De's chest, piercing right through him, and you could even see the flames behind him.

His body stiffened in place, and he stopped moving.

"Three Voids Expert? Where did he come from?" At this moment, the person who made the move revealed himself. It was Zhou Yitang, the Ming God Sect had just received the news and rushed over.

He frowned, hearing screams in the distance, knowing that other experts were targeting the Red Turban Army.

"You all evacuate immediately, I'll handle this!" he shouted to the Conversion Troops clad in black cloaks.

"Master, be careful!!" Someone from the Conversion Troops exclaimed unexpectedly.

Zhou Yitang's expression changed slightly, and he moved his feet to the left, instantly dodging a sharp claw that was grabbing at his back from behind.

He quickly created some distance and looked again.

But Kong De, whose chest he had just pierced, had actually recovered completely!

He was holding a struggling Red Turban Thugs in his arms, wantonly absorbing his blood.

The thugs visibly emaciated. And Kong De visibly recovered from all his injuries.

"That's really impressive, there's actually a grandmaster behind the scenes." Kong De licked his lips.

He was just one step away from becoming a grandmaster back then. Now, facing a true grandmaster, layers of resentment, envy, jealousy, and a strange, unfair anger surged up within him.

"But it doesn't matter! I have now embarked on the Immortal Path, absorbing the life force of all things and gathering the creation of heaven and earth! I refuse to believe I can't defeat you!!"

Suddenly, the ground cracked open.

Kong De laughed wildly and pounced on Zhou Yitang.

"So what if I'm a Grandmaster?! I am the spirit of all things, the Immortal Path of all beings!!!"

On a rooftop in the distance.

Zhang Rongfang remained calm, watching the battle from a distance.

"Kong De is no match for that man." He concluded after only a few seconds of observation.

"Indeed, there's a significant difference. In terms of seizing the Enemy Anticipation, Kong De is much weaker. Although his body has been greatly enhanced by the Immortal Path, his opponent hasn't even used his Final Form yet." Daoist Hong Xian nodded in agreement.

"Let Tong Fei go. You should go too. With the three of you working together, we should be able to take it down," Zhang Rongfang said.

"Very well." Daoist Hong Xian smiled, took a step forward, and leaped down from the rooftop like a giant eagle, heading towards the distant battlefield.

Zhang Rongfang and Spirit Turtle Daoist were left standing in place.

Seeing the other two quickly join them, the three of them ganged up on the Red Turban Army master.

Zhang Rongfang's thoughts weren't on the joy of solving the resource crisis. Instead, they were on the fact that these Blood Descendant he had released, now spreading out, almost all of them possessed methods to restrain their worship of Worship God.

Right now, people might temporarily consider it as an unorthodox form of Worship God, without making any distinction.

However, once discovered in the future, the Gods and Buddhas forces will never allow such a force to develop on a large scale.

"Is this world too dark, or is there no room for any resistance in this world?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly sighed.

"Why are you worried, Abbot? You are merely guiding them onto the Immortal Path, not their absolute leader. What they do afterward is none of your business. Good and evil are determined by their own hearts, not by you." The Spirit Turtle Daoist seemed to understand his concerns and comforted him with a smile.

Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

"That's true."

"That's exactly right. They respect you only because you have given them a second chance at life. But that's all. You can't absolutely control what they do or don't do," the Spirit Turtle Daoist said with a smile.

"That makes sense." Zhang Rongfang understood what he meant.

In order to cope with the predicament, he created so many Blood Descendant all at once, but once they left a certain area, he no longer had the ability to absolutely control Blood Descendant.

Moreover, the vast majority of these people lack any sense of good or evil, and many even bear the burden of past blood feuds, exhibiting violent and extreme temperaments. They can also arbitrarily create new lower-class Blood Descendant.

At this moment, the battle between the three people in the distance and Zhou Yitang had reached a critical juncture.

No one could get close to the four-person battle group; the four phantoms clashed and collided rapidly.

Zhou Yitang's palms moved with lightning speed, and he let out sharp, strange cries. In conjunction with the cries, his movement speed would also increase briefly.

At this moment, he had reached his Limit State; his shirt was torn, and bloody wounds kept appearing and healing on his body.

Where did these people come from?! Why have I never seen you guys before?!

His eyes were filled with deep doubt.

Super Grade experts can't remain unknown, especially since there aren't just one or two here, but a whole group.

He is even a master of the Three Voids limit.

But now... "Not even using the Final Form, are you looking down on us?" Daoist Hong Xian smiled. "Forget it, the Abbot is still watching, let's finish this quickly."

Of the three, he was the strongest. Once he made up his mind, invisible, python-like muscles immediately swelled, spread, and emerged from his body.

"Fellow Daoists, please join hands."

He had barely finished speaking when he leaped out and pounced on Zhou Yitang.

The other two responded with a shout and attacked Zhou Yitang from both sides at different positions.

Three people, three top-tier "Three Voids" who failed to break through to the Grandmaster level, or rather, half-Grandmasters.

Aside from the Final Form, they also possessed everything that other masters had.

At this moment, they joined forces and unleashed their combined physical abilities, amplified by their Blood Descendant status.

In an instant, three straight lines appeared on the street, formed by footprints pounding the ground and creating deep craters.

Bang bang bang bang bang!! In an instant, three figures crashed into Zhou Yitang's side at the same time.

The sounds of their exchange, as dense as popping firecrackers, suddenly erupted.

Zhou Yitang barely managed to parry the attacks of the two men, but he couldn't keep up with the third man's moves no matter what he did.

He was hit in the chest several times in succession, coughing up blood and retreating continuously.

"You're asking for death!!" Finally, he roared, and his body began to change rapidly.

"Final Form: Thunder Beast!!"

In an instant, his hair grew long, his fingernails turned black and sharp, and his arms were covered with layers of grayish-white nails, like Arm Gauntlets.

A twisted muscle pattern resembling a human face grew from the center of his chest.

Ah!!! Suddenly, the human face on the chest opened its mouth and roared.

A chilling, trembling sound exploded from its mouth, spreading outwards like ripples on water, reaching far into the distance.

The three people surrounding them were struck as if by lightning, their bodies becoming weak and powerless.

Just then, three figures of Zhou Yitang appeared in front of the three of them at the same time. He seemed to split into three and attacked simultaneously, striking the hearts of the three.

Bang bang bang!

Three loud bangs rang out, and the three people were sent flying backward, crashing into the houses behind them.

Zhou Yitang stepped forward, knowing that his previous attack was not enough to kill the three of them, and immediately rushed towards the direction of Daoist Hong Xian, whom he hated the most.

"Feel the divine power of Ming God!!" he roared.

Bow down, stomp on the ground, and charge forward.

The walls of the house that had been blocking his way burst open like tofu in front of him, revealing the figure of the Daoist Hong Xian who was lying on the ground and had not yet gotten up.

"Die!!" Zhou Yitang struck the opponent's head with a palm.

This attack unleashed his full speed. Time seemed to slow down around him, everything decelerating to a near standstill.

He alone continued to charge forward like an arrow.

"Die die die die die die die!!!"

The enormous sound waves emanating from his mouth echoed around him.

His palm moved like lightning, creating a white column of energy as he thrust it forward.

Whoosh! In that instant, a figure in a black cloak suddenly appeared in front of him.

Raise your hands, palm to palm!

'Thunder Breaking Life God Art - Heaven's Jade Brightness!!' Zhou Yitang, startled, revealed a ruthless glint in his eyes and unleashed a powerful attack, combining his Final Form move with a Breaking Limit Skill.

Clang! The palm struck the attacker's left hand hard, creating rings of pure white air.

The special shockwave force, belonging to the Final Form and Breaking Limit Skill, is divided into more than ten different forces. It surges into the opponent's palm, but all of them disappear without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"We are both from the same Daoist Sect, but you have gone astray," Zhang Rongfang stared at Zhou Yitang with a strange look in his eyes.