Heaven and Earth Convergence III

Outside the Jade Void Palace.

In the forests of the Tian He Mountain Range, a large number of sharp eyes gazed at the depths of Spirit Void Peak from all directions and angles.

That is the location of the Jade Void Palace.

The ground trembled slightly, and the entire Spirit Void Peak began to shake slowly.

Large sections of debris collapsed and rolled down the mountainside.

"What happened?! The earth has turned upside down?!"

The Black Daoist, along with a group of Golden Wing Tower experts, was lying in ambush in the mountains, also gazing at Spirit Void Peak from afar.

Feeling the ground tremble, his expression changed slightly, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"Prepare to retreat!" He raised his hand.

"No. Come closer and see what's going on?" the Wooden Puppet on his shoulder suddenly spoke up.

Zhang Rongfang was currently watching the slightly trembling Spirit Void Peak through the Wooden Puppet. His expression was solemn.

"I need to know what happened inside!"

"But Master! I have a very bad feeling about this!" the Black Daoist said through gritted teeth.

As Blood Descendant, and a first-generation Blood Descendant at that, it is very difficult to resist or refute under the pressure of the progenitor.

The fact that he could say those words at that moment meant that his feeling was not just bad, but extremely ominous.

The master's innate premonition made him feel terrified just by looking at that spot.

"The rest of you evacuate. You approach alone," Zhang Rongfang said sternly.

If he didn't need to control the situation, why would he send Black Daoist here?

"Yes!" The Black Daoist wanted to speak, but immediately felt his blood heating up, as if he were about to lose control of his body. He was terrified and dared not utter another word.

He raised his right hand and quickly made several gestures.

The group of Golden Wing Tower experts behind them retreated and quietly disappeared into the shadows.

He was the only one left, moving forward step by step, then accelerating.

Whoosh! He leaped into the air and quickly approached Spirit Void Peak.

Since we cannot break away, we must do our best to the best of our ability; otherwise, we are being irresponsible for our own safety.

Vast forests and trees swept past on either side of him.

The light and shadow on the ground resembled patterns, but became a blur in the rapidly moving field of vision.

He gradually smelled a faint scent of blood.

Aside from the smell of blood, there was also an earthy smell, as if some ancient artifact that had been buried for many years had been unearthed again.

Gradually, his location got closer and closer to Spirit Void Peak.

The innate alertness of high-level martial artists also becomes increasingly strong.

A strong survival instinct drove him to defy the will in his blood and turn back to escape.

But the little Wooden Puppet sitting on his shoulder constantly exudes a terrifying sense of oppression, compelling him to keep moving forward.

Finally, he quickly arrived at the foot of Spirit Void Peak and began to climb up the mountain path.

Strangely, as soon as he began climbing the mountain, the tremors of the entire Spirit Void Peak gradually faded and disappeared.

Everything calmed down again.

But the sense of crisis we felt before has not only not disappeared, but has become even stronger.

"Stop!" Zhang Rongfang suddenly called out.

Whoosh! The Black Daoist braked abruptly, stopping abruptly beside a giant tree.

He sensed something too, his gaze fixed on the seemingly quiet woods ahead.

There seems to be a problem there!

He paused, then carefully extended his right foot and gently touched the ground one step ahead.

Call!!

In an instant, everything before his eyes vanished completely, disappearing like a soap bubble.

It resurfaced.

It was a bottomless, enormous black fissure.

Along the mountainside of Spirit Void Peak, a huge crack has appeared in the ground, extending all the way to the core of the mountain.

If the Black Daoist takes one more step forward, he will fall into the crevice.

"Master, I think we should go back first?" The Black Daoist felt his heart pounding at an exaggerated rate, and his whole body was filled with dread, as if danger could appear at any moment.

After he achieved the Super Grade of excellence, he never experienced that feeling again.

But now, this exaggerated and intense sense of crisis has reappeared once again.

"They're here!" Zhang Rongfang suddenly said solemnly.

"What!?" The Black Daoist was confused, but he immediately understood what Zhang Rongfang meant.

At the bottom of the huge crack ahead, a patch of blue light was slowly appearing.

Immediately following the light was the sound of rocks being broken apart.

The cracking sound wasn't from just one or two objects, but from a multitude of them, like a dense barrage of firecrackers exploding simultaneously.

The sound was initially very soft and distant.

But soon they got closer and closer, denser and denser.

"Retreat!" Zhang Rongfang immediately shouted.

The Black Daoist retreated hastily upon hearing the voice; his nerves had been on edge, waiting for those words.

With a sudden burst of power, he moved like a black wind, swiftly rushing backward.

But he's fast, and there are people faster than him.

He hadn't run two hundred meters when a gray shadow suddenly approached from behind and crashed into him.

The gray shadow was so fast that it could even match the speed of Blood Descendant master like the Black Daoist.

It should be noted that Grandmasters are already extremely fast, and with the added speed bonus from Blood Descendant, they are naturally much faster than other ordinary Grandmasters and Worship God Grandmaster.

Even so, they still managed to catch up with him.

This shows how fast the gray shadow was moving.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Daoist's body rapidly expanded and grew larger, with streaks of Blood Lotus patterns spreading from his back to his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into Final Style State over three meters tall.

"Die!!"

He turned and swung his right arm, smashing it down on the gray figure like a mountain crashing down.

Only then did he realize what this gray shadow actually was.

It was a tall stone statue with gray armor all over its body and eyes that shone with a pale blue halo!

When!!

The Black Daoist's arm and the stone statue's head collided violently, producing a loud bang.

A rather strong recoil force was transmitted back from the other person's head.

The shock made him raise his arm and take two steps back.

Fortunately, the blue-eyed stone statue also shattered, starting from its head, and the whole thing crumbled into a pile of gray stones.

"Don't linger, retreat!" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice, sitting on his shoulder.

If the force of that attack had been slightly weaker, the Black Daoist wouldn't have been able to shatter the Gray Stone Man.

The opponent's body was harder than I had imagined.

The Black Daoist was about to speak when suddenly his vision blurred, and he saw a dense swarm of Blue-Eyed Stone Men leaping out of the crack behind the gray stone figure.

His scalp tingled, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body.

Without saying a word, he immediately turned and ran.

"Keep your distance, don't leave, stay hidden and continue to observe." Zhang Rongfang's words completely dispelled his idea of leaving this place.

The Black Daoist couldn't understand why they, as small forces, had to get involved in the power struggle between the Spirit Flight Teaching and the Great Sect Alliance. Hadn't the sect leader already severed ties with the Great Sect Alliance? Even if it was just a lip service, that would have been enough.

Could it be that the abbot intends to personally intervene and spar with Spirit Flight Teaching?

The Black Daoist trembled at the thought of this possibility.

He knew that the abbot and his master had a good relationship, but no matter how good the relationship was, it would be too much to send him to his death for nothing. But no matter how many thoughts he had, he dared not disobey. He could only respond and then his figure turned into a blood shadow. He quickly found a tree canopy nearby and hid in it to conceal himself.

The Wooden Puppet that Zhang Rongfang was conscious of stood on his shoulder, looking down.

Swoosh, swoosh.

In an instant, a series of gray- Blue-Eyed Stone Men swept across the ground below.

Immediately afterwards, groups of densely packed Blue-Eyed Stone Men marched past below in orderly formation.

The orderly footsteps and the clanging of stones constantly flowed past the Black Daoist' feet.

The Black Daoist didn't dare utter a sound.

Looking down from the big tree where he stood, there were already hundreds of Blue-Eyed Stone Men people passing by below.

He could kill any stone golem by using all his strength.

Not to mention the tall, burly, heavily armored cavalrymen riding stone horses.

The Blue Light in the cavalrymen's eyes shone even brighter, and they exuded a terrifying, heavy aura.

That's the feeling of momentum.

"They are the deceased Spirit Vein and the Worship God Great Grandmaster." Zhang Rongfang recognized these people.

Golden Wing Tower and his scattered Wooden Puppet spies allowed him to secretly gather a wealth of intelligence.

"Were they all petrified, or were they never True Person to begin with, but just stone statues?" He had no idea.

"Master, shall we continue?" The Black Daoist sensed that something big was about to happen and asked.

"Do you dare?" Zhang Rongfang asked rhetorically, his voice very soft.

At that moment, screams of agony from the remaining forces could be heard in the distance.

The others had clearly begun fighting the Blue-Eyed Stone Men. But the battle was obviously one-sided.

"Regardless, something big is about to happen. If I activate the Final Form, these stone men shouldn't be able to catch up to me yet. That means there's still room for maneuver," the Black Daoist said through gritted teeth.

"If we can clarify the situation this time and prepare for a rainy day, could the Abbot grant me one wish?"

Zhang Rongfang glanced at him. "Okay!"

He nodded seriously.

"But I hope that you will fulfill this wish yourself."

"That would be best!" The Black Daoist smiled, somewhat reluctantly.

At this point, the procession of stone figures below had finally passed completely, and the Woodland became empty.

The Black Daoist waited a short while, then leaped and headed towards the crack.

With the speed boost from his Blood Descendant, his movements were silent yet incredibly swift.

*** Lingxiao Hall.

Amidst the clicking sounds.

Large cracks slowly appeared on the Sentient Spirit Pillar constructed of golden flames.

The vertical pupil in the center, like glass, was constantly cracking.

Yue Dewen pressed one hand on the surface of the vertical pupil, and invisible air currents spread and vibrated behind him, causing the light in the space to distort.

"Broken!"

He gave a low shout.

Boom! In an instant, the entire Sentient Spirit Pillar collapsed and exploded, like an exploding glass cylinder, scattering a large number of golden light fragments.

At this moment, the entire Jade Void Palace was trembling and shaking.

As a result, stone dust began to fall from the Lingxiao Hall.

He walked forward and stood before the wolf-striped Stag statue. Suddenly, his chest tightened, and a trickle of blood flowed from his nose.

Yue Dewen seemed to sense something, reached out and wiped away the blood, pressed his nose, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

At this moment, loud fighting sounds could be heard continuously outside the main hall.

He grabbed the statue's Antler, turned around, took a step, and suddenly appeared in front of the main hall.