Final Battle XIV

Exquisitely decorated squares, temples, and residences, all adorned with ancient patterns, were shattered and scattered under the sweeping blow of the giant axe.

Soon, Zhang Rongfang smashed Snow Rainbow Pavilion to pieces, turning it into ruins.

They continued cutting down the Snow Peak Mountainside.

His terrifying power increased dozens of Tenfold, and with the high-speed combination, it unleashed an extremely exaggerated destructive force.

A tremendous rage filled his heart, which he had nowhere to vent because of the sudden collapse of the Moon God Half-body and the Saint Patrol.

Roar! His eyes burned with furious Blood Flame as he frantically slashed at the snow mountain ridge where Snow Rainbow Pavilion was located.

Amidst the massive tremors, the mountain ridge was cut deeper and thinner.

Finally.

The upper half of the snow-capped peak began to tilt, break, and slowly slide down.

The snow-capped peak, hundreds of meters high, was slowly but steadily affected by this continuous destructive cleaving, causing it to fracture and landslide.

Countless boulders rolled down and crashed down beside Zhang Rongfang.

Some of them hit him, only to be smashed to pieces by his axe.

With a deafening roar, Snow Rainbow Pavilion, along with its ruins, was finally struck by a landslide and buried in the valley, never to be seen again.

Zhang Rongfang spread his arms and roared to the sky.

Invisible sound waves dispersed the clouds in mid-air.

The anger of being betrayed by his master still burned fiercely in his heart.

After destroying the Saint Patrol, destroying Moon God Half-body, destroying the Heaven and Earth Convergence Great Array, destroying the Snow Rainbow Pavilion and half of the Snow Peak.

His heart was still filled with destructive rage.

After roaring to the sky, he turned and charged toward Great Capital.

He decided to annihilate the Spirit Flight Teaching, destroy the Great Sect Alliance, destroy the Ling Ting, destroy the Great Capital, and destroy the entire Great Ling. He would destroy this sinful world!! He wanted all the Gods and Buddhas of the world to understand their sins! To understand that they were the root of all chaos!! 'Zhang Rongfang!'

'Zhang Rongfang!!'

Wake up!!

"Zhang Rongfang! You are the Human Immortal Temple Master! You are the Blood Immortal Old Ancestor! You are the progenitor of the Blood Immortal Path! You are not a monster driven by rage!! Wake up!!"

'Your master didn't betray you! He's being controlled by the Moon God!! He's still here! He's not dead!!'

A series of indistinct female voices kept entering Zhang Rongfang's already somewhat confused mind.

'You still have Heavenly Maiden, I'll make countless Heavenly Maiden for you!'

You still have your sister! You still have your nephew! And many other people who support you and depend on you!!

'Wake up!!!'

'If this continues, you'll really go crazy!!'

Thump! Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang's massive body came to a halt.

He closed his eyes, and the raging anger in his heart began to sink and subside rapidly under the restraint of his self-created Five Energies Merge to Origin Technique.

The countless Blood Cloud that had formed from his anger now all disappeared into the branches and leaves beneath the Blood Lotus on his back, quietly vanishing and hiding.

Hiss. His massive body began to rapidly emit high-temperature, blood-red mist, which surged outwards.

His size also began to shrink rapidly.

Soon, it shrank to forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Until he was 1.8 meters tall.

Countless crimson mists spread around and slowly dissipated.

He donned his blood-stained robe once more and stood silently on the snow, saying nothing.

Everything that had happened before was playing back in his mind like a movie.

"You're finally awake!" White Scale's voice was filled with a deep sense of relief.

'You looked so scary just now, I thought you were going crazy!' She recalled what had just happened, and her heart was still pounding.

If we consider that the earlier destruction of the Saint Patrol, the Moon God Half-body, and the Great Array of the Heaven and Earth Convergence were all understandable, then it's still somewhat understandable.

But later, it slashed down all the buildings in the Snow Rainbow Pavilion and cut off half of the Snow Peak.

This kind of behavior is already a bit off.

Later, Zhang Rongfang's mind was filled with thoughts of destroying the Great Sect Alliance, the Ling Ting, the Great Capital, and even the Great Ling, which began to terrify White Scale.

If it were someone else, or at a different time, she would definitely just treat it as a joke.

But in front of him was Zhang Rongfang had just killed two of the strongest Spirit General of the era.

If he actually starts doing that.

I wonder how many people will die a violent death as a result, and how many Gods and Buddhas will be caught in the crossfire and perish in the turmoil.

Zhang Rongfang made no attempt to hide his intense thoughts; the anger in his eyes was almost overflowing.

White Scale was initially shocked by the gigantic form, but when she realized something was wrong, she frantically called out to him, trying to wake him up with all sorts of methods and reasons.

Fortunately, she succeeded.

Zhang Rongfang was not deeply involved.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Rongfang stood in the snow, took a deep breath, and whispered, recalling everything that had just happened.

"You're saying that the stab just now was done by the Moon God? Lao Yue isn't dead? What do you mean?" He had also heard the conversation between the Moon God Half-body and the Saint Patrol, and knew the general relationship between them.

But he was not clear about the specific details.

From the moment he was knocked away by the Saint Patrol, his consciousness was consumed by a raging rage.

On the contrary, White Scale seemed to have heard the whole story.

'Your master is not the real Yue Dewen, but a substitute created by the Moon God.'

He possesses many of Yue Dewen's memories, Yue Dewen's former temperament, and Yue Dewen's superb martial arts skills.

But his identity is the only thing that isn't real.

White Scale sighed.

'While you were fighting the Saint Patrol, the Moon God began absorbing the consciousness of that body. Then she revealed the truth.'

"But it's impossible for a single descending consciousness to completely absorb Yue Dewen's personality, which has lived alone for so many years," she continued.

'Personality?' Upon hearing this rather familiar term, Zhang Rongfang frowned. But now was not the time to consider such things. He suppressed his doubts and continued listening to White Scale's explanation.

"Because I am also considered Gods and Buddhas, and have been reborn as a human many times, I have some understanding of this matter," White Scale continued.

"Consciousness is a very mysterious thing. The Moon God said that everything about Yue Dewen was fake. But those emotions, memories, and experiences were all real."

He thought he wouldn't be affected, but the most fundamental self of each of us, and every god, is consciousness.

Consciousness is composed of three aspects: past, present, and future. Past consciousness is memory.

Yue Dewen is a part of his consciousness, so Yue Dewen's experiences are also his memories. He can't avoid them.

Zhang Rongfang fell silent for a moment, standing in the snow watching the Blood Cloud and mist gradually dissipate in the sky.

"So, after all this, you're trying to tell me that Master Yue is actually the Moon God, Moon God is Master Yue?"

"You can understand it that way." White Scale nodded.

Zhang Rongfang fell silent for a moment.

In other words, Master Yue, in essence, cannot generate his own consciousness; his consciousness is actually a part separated from the Moon God?

"That's it. You don't need to repeat it," White Scale said.

"So, what you meant when you said you'd sculpt many Heavenly Maiden for me to play with, and the consciousness of those moving Heavenly Maiden was actually your own?" Zhang Rongfang continued.

White Scale fell silent.

She suddenly didn't want to talk.

Seeing that she was completely silent, Zhang Rongfang also stopped speaking.

Looking back now.

The Final Style State he just entered was definitely not right.

The Final Form, as the name suggests, is the combination of one's body and consciousness to reach the highest state.

However, after he used it, a rather troublesome problem arose.

That is emotion.

His will and mind were not strong enough, which led to the excessive influence of his overly strong cellular consciousness after entering the Final Form.

The bloodline of the Blood Clan Progenitor was inherently highly corrosive and aggressive.

This leads to extremely irritable, violent, and destructive behavior.

'It seems I can't use the Final Form lightly anymore. Otherwise, it could easily cause too much damage if I'm not careful.'

'Training of consciousness and mind must be put on the agenda.'

Top-tier Spirit General like Saint Patrol far surpass him in mental strength, relying on continuous accumulation and training day after day, year after year.

His biggest problem is that he is too young.

'Did the Saint Patrol not die at the end?' Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked in his mind.

"He's definitely not dead," White Scale agreed. "I watched the whole battle; he's essentially no longer human. He's become Physical Body God, just like me."

"So, he also has Void. Without destroying his Void, he cannot be made to fall into the Forgotten Abyss?" Zhang Rongfang asked rhetorically.

"You know that much. But his painstakingly built mortal body was destroyed by you. That's a huge loss," White Scale sighed. "His original body was the most suitable entity for his Divine Descent. Once it's gone, no matter which body he uses for Divine Descent, his strength will never be as great as before."

"What do you plan to do next?" White Scale asked after saying so much.

"The Heaven and Earth Convergence has failed, but the Spirit Flight Teaching will definitely not give up. There will be more battles to come."

Moreover, the Moon God, having plotted for so many years to seize power, must have a backup plan. Zhang Rongfang leaped into the air, unleashing his movement technique, and headed towards Great Capital.

'Since I've decided to purify all Gods and Buddhas in the world, I'll go to the Ling Ting first!'

The Ling Ting is the largest and most fundamental location of the Spirit Flight Teaching. Only by thoroughly eliminating the soldiers, Noble, and Imperial Clan within the Ling Ting who believe in the Spirit Flight Teaching can we achieve our goal.

Only in this way can the possibility of the Spirit Flight Teaching being descended into the world be completely prevented.

"Whether it's the Moon God or Spirit Flight Heaven, they both reside in the Void, high above. This is nothing more than a game they play to seize power on Earth. Only by going to the Great Abyss and finding their origin, the Void, can you truly resolve everything," White Scale reminded him.

Zhang Rongfang stopped speaking, his figure transforming into a streak of blood as he rushed towards Great Capital at full speed.

***Amidst the rolling yellow sand.

The sun shone brightly, and waves of heat rose from the earth.

Inside a somewhat dilapidated yellow temple in the desert.

Thick, round pillars supported the dilapidated space inside the temple.

An elderly monk with a kind face and full figure sat upright in the center of the temple, wearing a black kasaya.

He faced the Statue, bowed his head, and muttered incantations, seemingly reciting scriptures.

But if anyone saw the Statue he was facing, they would find that the Statue had no head.

The image of the Statue is that of a strong man with four arms and a scorpion tail.

But at this moment, the head of the Statue seemed to have been twisted off by external force. Judging from the exposed break, it was newly twisted off.

Click.

Suddenly, the old monk's chanting stopped abruptly.

He slowly stood up and looked back at the main entrance.

Suddenly, a tall man with waist-length hair appeared there.

The man's eye was a pale purple, as Jingying as crystal.

"Is it over?" the old monk asked in a deep voice.

"It's over." The man nodded. "Those level of powerhouses can be detected even from a distance. So we can only observe them indirectly."

"So, what was the result? Did the Great Dao Sect succeed?" The old monk's tone carried a hint of anticipation.

"I don't know," the man shook his head.

"Don't understand? What do you mean?" The old monk frowned.

"The Heaven and Earth Convergence has not yet begun. Yue Dewen of the Great Sect Alliance has not returned either. Whether it is the three giants of Spirit Flight Heaven or the leader of the Great Sect Alliance, they have all disappeared without prior arrangement," the man replied.

"So what do you plan to do?" the old monk asked.

"Then let's begin," the man sighed.

"Really?"

"Really?" The man raised his hand, as if to grasp something ethereal.

"We have waited far too long. This is the best time; otherwise, we would have to wait another hundred years."