Final Battle II

Zhang Rongfang remained silent.

He looked around; the cave was filled and spread with blood.

All the stone figures were eroded by blood, constantly emitting white smoke, before crumbling and collapsing.

When he reaches this stage, after the blood summoning ability is unfolded, he can endlessly transform the essence of the surrounding heaven and earth into blood and water.

He didn't actually know what the essence of heaven and earth was; it was just an instinctive ability inherent in his fully formed bloodline. He could bleed as long as he called out in his heart.

The ability is very convenient and practical.

Moreover, this blood was not the Progenitor Blood Essence, but it still had the effect of eroding and resisting the Spirit Thread Gods and Buddhas.

"Heaven and Earth." Yue Dewen used a crumpled piece of paper he found somewhere to plug the blood in the nostrils. Then he pressed acupoints hard, trying to stop the bleeding.

"You are already very, very strong," he exclaimed. "At this age, just as you said, no one is stronger than you."

"Whether it's talent, strength, or temperament, you are the strongest person I've ever seen in history besides myself," he sighed. "But..."

He knew that Zhang Rongfang was already very strong and outstanding.

Or rather, it has far exceeded his expectations of excellence.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one. In today's era and under the current circumstances, there is no longer any time for him to continue to grow.

"That guy said he'd be waiting for me in Great Capital," Zhang Rongfang suddenly said. "Although you said a lot, old man, you were just describing how strong, powerful, and unstoppable he is."

But no matter how famous someone is, they still need to actually fight them to the death.

"Rong Fang, you..." Yue Dewen wanted to say something more.

"Lao Yue, stop talking. You've praised him to the skies, saying he's unparalleled in the world, invincible for hundreds of years, and already the pinnacle of all martial arts."

If I don't go and see for myself, wouldn't all your praise and boasting have been for nothing?

Zhang Rongfang smiled.

"Since he has so many titles and is recognized as the strongest in the world, even you admit your inferiority, does that mean that if I just kill him, all those titles and fame will be mine?"

"When did I say I was inferior to him?!" Yue Dewen retorted angrily. "I just didn't dare to act rashly! Otherwise..."

"Alright, alright, you're strong enough, you're still the Number One Under Heaven," Zhang Rongfang said dismissively.

"Let's go! Let's go save people first!" Yue Dewen was furious at being blocked, so he picked up the two stone statues and walked towards the crack.

Zhang Rongfang followed behind, his wings rapidly retracting, clinging to his skin, wriggling and folding, until he disappeared.

Outwardly, he appears to have only a slightly stronger back than the average person; otherwise, there is nothing unusual about him.

'Are you really going? To Great Capital?' White Scale asked in his mind.

"Whether you go or not, there's only one outcome. Isn't that right?" Zhang Rongfang countered.

"Your master is right. Although your martial arts have made another breakthrough, the Saint Patrol is different," White Scale said in a deep voice.

'What's different?'

'Do you know that projection possession is basically an ability that only Gods and Buddhas have?'

Moreover, I observed the intensity of the amplification he experienced after being possessed. Even many powerful Manifest God cannot reach that level of amplification.

"He has far surpassed the realm of humanity and reached another level," White Scale explained.

Zhang Rongfang remained silent for a moment.

That's just how the world is. Either you become dust, inconspicuous, and nobody knows you, or nobody deliberately comes to provoke you.

Either become the kind of person that others know about but dare not provoke.

The former could be blown down and disappear with even a slightly stronger gust of wind.

The latter, however, requires far too much effort.

His tone was filled with emotion, but a hint of expectation flickered in his eyes.

The Complete Blood Clan Progenitor Form is another form separate from the Blood Lotus and Final Form.

To be precise, this is his true form at this moment. The fact that he has folded his wings is now a deliberate disguise for his appearance.

Therefore, he can still unleash the Blood Lotus and activate the Final Form in the Complete Blood Clan Progenitor Form.

However, these all need some time to adjust to reach their optimal state.

After all, with such a drastic change in physical structure, many martial arts techniques need to be optimized and adapted.

That is, he was in a hurry before, and rushed here as soon as he broke through.

Now that he has some free time, he can finally adjust his martial arts before heading to Great Capital.

Saint Patrol is indeed very strong; even a mere projection almost drove Lao Yue to his death.

But did he truly give it his all? *** Near Great Capital, in an unnamed, desolate mountain.

In the area near the mountaintop, overgrown with weeds and covered with fallen leaves, a sudden tremor rippled through the air.

A point of Blue Light slowly exploded from hundreds of meters above the ground.

The Blue Light transformed into a blue ring, slowly scattering downwards.

As the circle passed, a massive, deep blue temple gradually emerged.

The entire temple is composed of countless blue crystals; the wall bricks and tiles are all made of translucent crystal material.

From a distance, the temple resembles a mountain range, with faint blue specks of light floating and rising from its sharp peak.

Its width of several hundred meters almost occupies the entire mountaintop area of this barren mountain.

Amidst the rumbling sound of the door opening.

The temple doors slowly opened outwards, revealing a bright blue crystal floor.

A golden passageway, resembling a dragon's spine, extends from the gate all the way to a massive square stone chair at the end.

Slowly, a tall figure walked in through the gate, holding a platinum scepter that reached above his head, and walked step by step to the seat at the end.

They entered as the figure moved forward.

The surrounding ceiling, walls, the ground on both sides of the golden passageway, and the supporting pillars all began to show numerous translucent human figures.

Their faces were contorted, some pious, some hateful, some angry, and some joyful.

All the empty, unseen figures were muttering to the person who entered.

The sound of hushed conversations echoed continuously within the temple, as if countless people were truly whispering among themselves.

A dense array of gazes and stares seemed to converge on the tall figure.

But the figure didn't care at all, and continued to walk forward step by step, leaning on the scepter.

He wore a blue and gold robe and a pure gold feather-patterned crown.

The so-called Spirit Crown is similar to a crown, but with a blue gemstone representing the Eye of Azure Heaven set in the center.

These types of crowns are typically made by weaving feathers and gold threads together.

The figure quickly walked to the throne at the end of the path, turned around, and sat down, revealing an Azure Elder, wrinkled face.

It was none other than the leader of the three giants of Spirit Flight Heaven, who had just been fighting against Zhang Rongfang disciples— the Saint Patrol.

"You're back? How's the Saint Dance?" A burly man in a blue robe suddenly appeared on the side of the temple below, standing in the golden passageway and bowing to him.

This person was the Divine Shepherd had just gone to the Confucian Sect.

"Saint Dance has fallen," Saint Patrol said calmly. "The ones who killed her were Yue Dewen and his disciples from the Great Dao Sect."

The Divine Shepherd frowned and remained silent for a moment.

"Yue Dewen and his apprentice? Will they affect the overall situation?"

The Saint Patrol's eyes were slightly closed.

"Not quite. Yue Dewen only has the power of a single strike; though strong, he cannot control it precisely."

As for the others, although his disciple did his best to destroy my projection, judging from his level, he was still far from being a god.

At that level alone, one is only slightly stronger than other top-tier Spirit General; it's insufficient to break through the qualitative leap and interfere with the overall situation.

The Divine Shepherd nodded.

"That's good. With Saint Dance starting the first phase and her attracting attention, everything is going smoothly here, and we've successfully completed the second phase."

Next, we'll go to the Holy Spirit Palace.

"Have the Spirit Guard Army been activated?" the Saint Patrol asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, my lord. The Black Spirit Guard, the Tadola, the Antler, and the Azure Wolf —all four legions—have fully awakened," the Divine Shepherd replied respectfully.

"That's good." Saint Patrol sighed softly. "Where is my Emperor Earth now?"

"It has already been taken by the Reverse Time Society, and its whereabouts are unknown. However, these little mice seem to be planning something big, and they will probably show their true colors soon," the Divine Shepherd replied.

"Then, I'll leave this place to you," the Saint Patrol said in a deep voice.

He held the scepter and gently tapped it on the ground.

Despair.

A soft sound.

He and his scepter instantly turned into a black line and dissipated.

The Divine Shepherd raised his head, turned and walked out of the temple. Standing on the steps in front of the door, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and raised it high.

"I shepherd the spirits of all living beings and punish chaos on behalf of Heaven!"

Hiss! A small ball of blue-gold light suddenly appeared in his hand, then rapidly spread and exploded.

In an instant, countless dense blue-gold beams of light, like ribbons or shooting stars, shot off into the distance.

One after another, blue meteors streaked rapidly into the land surrounding the barren mountains.

The ground shook.

Patches of soil were slowly arched, bulged, and dispersed.

Puff.

One after another, enormous black beasts emerged from the ground.

They are still humanoid in shape, with moss-like skin and an overall blackish-blue color.

From a distance, these giant beasts looked like bald giants with protruding bellies, carrying huge Wolf Tooth Club, their bellies covered in layers of fat.

Their backs also have messy, bony-spur-like protrusions and sharp points.

Its head is small compared to its body, which is more than ten meters long, and it has no eyes, only two nostrils and a large mouth full of serrated teeth.

"Go, my beloved Tadola," the Divine Shepherd said with a kind smile. "Go and clear the weeds from the earth, and restore purity to the world."

As he looked down, hundreds or even thousands of giant beasts below the mountain simultaneously let out hoarse roars.

It was as if it were responding to his murmur.

***Underground of the Jade Void Palace.

At the edge of the great rift, Zhang Rongfang grabbed Kexiwo and Daoist Qing Yi by the hair with one hand, suspending them in mid-air.

With her other hand supporting Yue Dewen, she flapped her wings and gently flew to the ground.

When I came up, the ground around me was a complete mess.

The Sea of Trees has long since disappeared, and deep cracks are now visible all over the earth.

The trees were scattered here and there, few and far between.

A gentle breeze blew from afar, carrying with it a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Zhang Rongfang looked up at the stone pillars surrounding him in the distance.

The stone pillar was riddled with holes, bearing the aftershocks of the battle.

The buildings at the top are also mostly damaged.

Not a single person could be seen.

"I've brought all the people from the Twelve Clan Estates and the Sensing Gate. There were just too many stone figures before," Yue Dewen sighed. "Let's go check out the Heaven Gate."

"Okay." Zhang Rongfang nodded, flapped his wings, and sped away into the distance.

As they flew along, corpses and shattered stone figures gradually began to appear scattered below.

Corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the ground between the cracks, already lifeless.

Blood stained the remaining soil Woodland, adding a touch of tragedy to the entire Jade Void Palace.

Soon, Zhang Rongfang to the entrance and exit of Heaven Gate.

The cliff face was littered with corpses and fragments of stone figures.

At that moment, more than a dozen people were searching for bodies and looking for survivors.

One of the elderly men, who was three meters tall, stood out the most.

Zhang Rongfang recognized him at a glance as Shangguan Feihe, the Prefecture Lord.