Decisive Battle III

Shangguan Feihe's scars are slowly healing.

He looked up at the huge figure flying in from afar, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What is that?"

The others around also became more vigilant. A fierce battle had just broken out here. The Spirit Flight Teaching had already pulled off enough tricks, so it wouldn't be surprising if another flying enemy appeared.

"No, it's the aura of the Alliance Leader!" a True One Sect Spirit General said in a deep voice.

Shangguan Feihe naturally recognized Yue Dewen's aura, but the Strange Man was holding Yue Dewen and the other two Grand Masters had two huge wings on his back.

This made him feel a little nervous.

A monster capable of defeating all three of them is definitely not someone these people can handle.

Moreover, he had seen many grandmaster -Great Grandmaster Final Form, but he had never seen one that could fly.

At most, they can jump high and run fast. None of them can actually fly.

Wrong!

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he felt that the Strange Man's face seemed somewhat familiar.

With a whooshing sound as its wings flapped.

Zhang Rongfang quickly flew over and gently placed the three of them down.

"That's enough," he said in a deep voice. "Master, it's up to you now."

"What do you mean? You're not coming with me?" Yue Dewen stopped and turned around, but only saw a flash of blood, and Zhang Rongfang was gone from behind him.

Given his current severely injured state, he simply couldn't keep up with that speed.

Feeling a chill run down his spine, Yue Dewen quickly scanned his surroundings, searching for Zhang Rongfang's location and whereabouts.

But there was no trace of it.

At this moment, Kexiwo and Daoist Qing Yi slowly woke up, Upper Capital.

The mist escaped from their mouths and noses, quickly fading and disappearing into the air.

"Alliance Leader!" At this moment, Shangguan Feihe and others stepped forward and clasped their fists.

Yue Dewen had to suppress his idea of finding a disciple and turned back to his demeanor as the leader of the Great Sect Alliance, exchanging information with the others.

In the distance, atop a tall stone pillar and at the edge of a dilapidated Dao Palace, Zhang Rongfang gently folded his wings and watched as Yue Dewen and his group reunited and headed to the Lingxiao Hall to rescue Jin Yuyan.

The last group paused for a moment, then quickly disappeared into the distance.

He didn't show up again from beginning to end.

Watching Master Yue's departing figure, Zhang Rongfang's expression gradually returned to its indifferent state.

The mountain wind howled high up, making his long hair flutter and shake behind him.

"Why don't you travel with your master?" White Scale asked, puzzled.

"Why should I act with him?" Zhang Rongfang countered. "I'm here to save him only because I want to save him alone. This doesn't mean I'm on the side of the Great Sect Alliance."

"So, you only care about your master and don't care about anyone else?" White Scale asked, trying to understand.

"You understand correctly." Zhang Rongfang no longer held the ease and naturalness he had when speaking with Yue Dewen; instead, it was more profound and calm.

'Aside from being my master, he is, after all, the leader of the Great Sect Alliance. Behind him stand numerous sects, including the Great Dao Sect, the True One Sect, the Black Ten Sect, and the Heaven Lock Sect.'

In essence, he remains an advocate for Gods and Buddhas.

He had something else he didn't say.

From the moment he created the Human Immortal Martial Path and his bloodline gained the ability to corrode and resist Spirit Thread, he was destined to never again be associated with gods and Gods and Buddhas.

'You're such a hypocrite,' White Scale exclaimed.

"I'm never hypocritical," Zhang Rongfang replied. "It was me before, just another side of my nature."

"So what do you plan to do next? Go to Great Capital by yourself?" White Scale asked.

'This is a war between gods, and I shouldn't have gotten involved in it in the first place,' Zhang Rongfang sighed. He looked towards the underground fissure, where he could sense that the blood left in the cave from the battlefield was slowly evaporating, fading, and disappearing.

"I do intend to make a trip to Great Capital) alone," he replied. "This upheaval at the Heaven and Earth Convergence is something I cannot escape, even if I don't want to participate."

'But don't you want to join one of the Gods and Buddhas' factions?' White Scale asked.

Zhang Rongfang did not answer, but silently looked in the direction Master Yue had left.

With a flap of his wings, he spread them out rapidly, leaped forward, and flew away into the distance.

*** Snow Rainbow Pavilion.

Deep within the dark snow-capped mountains, in the darkness of night, a faint Blue Light slowly moves within the magnificent Snow Rainbow Pavilion complex.

If someone were to approach and look closely, they would discover that the Blue Light was emanating from an old man dressed in a blue and gold robe, holding a tall scepter.

The old man, with a peaceful expression, walked step by step up the black metal stairs and entered the Earth Mother Temple at the deepest part of the Snow Rainbow Pavilion.

The long temple corridor is lined with stone sculptures of the Earth Mother in various poses.

He wandered among the stone statues of the Earth Mother Goddess, which were over ten meters tall, and soon arrived at a small open space in the very center.

Smack

The old man's scepter fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"I, the Saint Patrol, inspect all things in the world on behalf of Heaven. Whether they are born or die, rise or fall, or are in disorder, it is all determined by Heaven."

He looked up, his eyes flashing with a blinding Blue Light.

With a whoosh, Blue Light shot out, transforming into two straight beams that shone on the surface of one of the Earth Mother Statue.

A series of cracking sounds immediately followed.

The over ten-meter-tall Statue of the Earth Mother began to tremble violently, and its surface cracked.

Snowflake-like fragments fell from its body. Its size also began to shrink rapidly.

Not long after.

The entire Statue had completely cracked open, revealing a cluster of Black Spirit Thread at its center.

After being illuminated by the Blue Light, the Black Spirit Thread quickly began to deform and take shape.

Less than half a minute.

A beautiful and perfect female body was thus fully formed.

"Saint Dance, welcome back," the Saint Patrol said calmly.

"My lord, Saint Dance has failed in her duty!" Saint Dance, who had just been revived, flashed with Blue Light and donned a blue and gold robe.

She immediately bowed to the Saint Patrol and knelt on one knee.

Theoretically, the three giants were all on equal footing, but this time, she really performed terribly. She was completely defeated and killed by a mortal.

This was an unspeakable humiliation for her!

"It's alright, you've succeeded in your mission," the Saint Patrol said. "That's good."

"My lord, what about the next two stages?" Saint Dance asked.

"The Divine Shepherd has completed the second stage. This is the final third stage," the Saint Patrol said calmly. "The one hundred and eight arrays have been successfully stacked. Next, all that is needed is enough sacrificial offerings."

"The stage is set up, all that's missing is the actors to take the stage?" Saint Dance said knowingly.

"Yes. You should go and help the Divine Shepherd too. Don't die this time," the Saint Patrol instructed.

"There won't be a second time!" Saint Dance said resolutely. "By the way, my lord, the one who killed me was Zhang Rongfang, the Daoist Qiankun ranked sixth on the Crimson List. What do you plan to do with him? Should we turn him into Spirit Guard puppet as before? Or should we just kill him?"

"Yes. Qiankun Zi's physical strength is quite good. If it weren't for his mental weakness, he could indeed be considered the second Yue Dewen. Using him to create a puppet should be able to produce a top-tier expert." The Saint Patrol nodded in agreement.

For beings like them, though their physical bodies are strong, they are merely shells. As long as their spirit remains, they can be resurrected indefinitely.

So when Saint Dance was killed, he was only slightly surprised and didn't react much.

In the previous two instances of the Heaven and Earth Convergence, the three giants had been killed before. So this was just another ordinary scene.

As long as he survives his Saint Patrol, he can be resurrected no matter how many times the other two die.

This is not the power of Spirit General that is resurrected by sacrificing believers within the church.

Rather, it is a pure trinity, with his Saint Patrol as the core of his infinite resurrection ability.

Saint Dance is their body. Divine Shepherd is their breath.

But he himself is the true core of the spirit.

Thinking back to Zhang Rongfang, Saint Patrol Xun couldn't help but recall that figure from the past.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Go," he whispered.

Saint Dance stood up, bowed slightly to him, turned around and suddenly transformed into a blue shadow, disappearing outside the gate of the Earth Mother Temple.

The Saint Patrol was left alone, standing in the central area, his hand on his scepter, quietly pondering something.

Time slips away bit by bit.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes shining with Blue Light, and looked in a distant direction.

"Here we go"

He gripped the scepter tightly in his hand.

The Blue Light at the top of the scepter suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire massive Earth Mother Temple.

The ground began to tremble, emitting a clicking sound like mechanical gears turning.

Blue lines slowly emerged beneath the feet of the Saint Patrol.

All the blue lines form four huge concentric circles, which also divide the central empty space into three large rings.

From the outside in.

The first ring band was filled with countless Silver Spirit Thread.

The second ring band has Red Spirit Thread emerging from within it.

The third ring band, from which Black Spirit Thread emerged.

At the very center of the Saint Patrol's position, a dazzling Blue Light radiates outwards.

Such rings also represent the complete structure for constructing an Orthodox God body.

"Gods and Buddhas bestow their skin upon the mortal world, their flesh and blood upon their servants, and their bones upon their subordinates. They retain only their own spirit, sitting serenely above the heavens and beneath the earth."

The Saint Patrol chanted the hymn of the Spirit Flight Heaven in a low voice, but his gaze remained fixed on the direction of Great Capital.

***"kill!!"

Amidst the sounds of crashing waves and the neighing of horses.

The Great Ling Legion, clad in black and white armor, surged forward like a torrent, fiercely attacking the equally black-armored Void Legion ahead.

Flocks of vultures circled overhead, looking down, waiting for a brief respite before swooping down to devour the carcasses.

Looking down, one can see tens of thousands of the Great Ling Legion crashing into the gray-black Spirit Guard Army, whose bodies are covered in heavy black armor and whose interiors are just empty cavities.

Both armies numbered in the tens of thousands.

The number of the Spirit Army far exceeded that of the Black Spirit Guard Army. To distinguish themselves from the Spirit Guard Army had white markings painted on their arms, chests, and backs.

With a deafening crash, blood and flesh flew everywhere, limbs fell to the ground, and fragments of the Spirit Guard Army's broken armor were scattered all over the ground.

Strangely, after all the Spirit Guard Army were cut down and scattered, Silver Spirit Thread would quickly emerge and converge, allowing them to stand up and return to their original state.

They are simply impossible to kill.

Only a small number of Worship God within the Spirit Army, who used their Spirit Thread to devour the Spirit Guard Army's Spirit Thread, could completely kill them.