Changing Circumstances I

The blood turned into the Blood River, flowing across the mountaintop.

The moonlight shone from the arched gate of the Void, creating a clear, clean open space.

Between the moon-white and blood-red hues, a thick white mist rises, creating a hazy and eerie atmosphere.

"Have you ever considered the possibility of cooperation between us?" The Moon God stood inside the door, his face still that of Yue Dewen. Perhaps he felt that using this face would make Zhang Rongfang more swayed.

"You say the Sky Curtain is contracting and collapsing, I don't believe it. However, I have two purposes," Zhang Rongfang.

"First, you separate out Master Yue's personality, and I want him to return to this world."

Second, I will eliminate all the power of Gods and Buddhas in this world. From this day forward, no one will be allowed to Worship God!

Is it forbidden for anyone to Worship God?

This statement startled the Moon God.

He fell silent.

Putting that aside, he couldn't actually cooperate with the first objective either.

Yue Dewen's personality is essentially a part of his own soul consciousness. If it were to be separated, his strength would inevitably be greatly diminished.

In order to break through the Sky Curtain, he could not allow himself to be seriously injured.

Therefore, the two had fundamental differences from the very beginning of their collaboration.

"With the elimination of Gods and Buddhas influence, you can do whatever you want after I leave, but... Yue Dewen's personality is dissociated."

The Moon God's voice lowered.

He paused for a long time, seemingly hesitating and thinking.

Finally, his thoughts were interrupted by the faint cry of a falcon in the distance.

He then spoke again.

"I recently found some clues about the outside of the Sky Curtain from inside the temple of Spirit Flight Heaven."

I'm telling you frankly, if we can't find a way to leave this place within a hundred years, the Sky Curtain will keep shrinking, completely compressing our world into a single point.

I've calculated that, as conscious beings, we can't possibly live until the world disintegrates into a single point. We'll most likely perish in the middle, due to a severe lack of living space. The same applies to other life forms.

"You mean the consumption of various survival resources?" Zhang Rongfang understood immediately.

The shrinking of the world means that the density of all kinds of people and things will increase significantly.

If the number of organisms does not change significantly, it means that consumption has increased dramatically.

This is just the simplest speculation; other natural disasters such as temperature, climate, and earthquakes will probably be commonplace as well.

"How is it?" the Moon God asked.

"What's outside the Sky Curtain? You still haven't told me," Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Outside the Sky Curtain," the Moon God fell silent, bowing her head as if pondering how to speak.

"It seems different from what I imagined. Very different."

A faint white light flickered in his eyes. For beings like Gods and Buddhas, it was impossible to discern anything from their eyes. The only way to judge their emotional changes was by the brightness of the light in their eyes.

"But I still want to go out, and I have no choice but to go out," the Moon God whispered. "It's the only way out."

"What's outside?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"There is light. Infinite light, the kind of Heavenly Light that once mutated and strengthened many," the Moon God said. "Moreover, it seems we are not imprisoned here."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"I can't be sure about much more, and I need more evidence to prove it. The only thing I'm sure of now is that if we don't leave this world within fifty years, it may be too late," the Moon God sighed.

"Such an explanation is not convincing at all to me," Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

The Moon God also fell silent.

Everything will be wiped out in fifty years, and the other side isn't worried at all? Is this a case of not shedding tears until they see the coffin?

But he couldn't possibly allow Zhang Rongfang to actually carry out the plan to eliminate the Gods and Buddhas on earth.

He naturally didn't care after he left, but as long as he was here, he absolutely could not let his own strength be affected.

"Are you determined to oppose me?"

The Moon God's gaze was fixed on Zhang Rongfang.

"It's not that I want to oppose you." Zhang Rongfang walked forward step by step. "Now that I have the strength I have, why should I wrong myself and force myself to live in a world that doesn't suit my taste? Why should I endure all the unpleasantness around me and sit idly by without trying to change anything?"

"So, it is you who make me unhappy and dissatisfied. Your existence causes me pain. As long as you live in this world, you are guilty of an unforgivable sin!"

With each step Zhang Rongfang took, the Blood River beneath him thickened.

Not only that, but large patches of Blood Mist Blood Cloud began to appear in the surrounding air.

The entire mountaintop was instantly enveloped in a sea of blood.

Only the central area was illuminated and cleared by the Moon God's moonlight.

"What a ridiculous argument," the Moon God sighed. "It seems we have nothing more to say to each other."

"There's really nothing to say." Zhang Rongfang's body began to expand rapidly, growing larger.

Countless Blood Mist entered his body, inflating him rapidly like a balloon being blown up.

Ten meters, twenty meters, forty meters!

Fifty meters!!

His body pierced through the Blood Cloud, as if the Blood Cloud were his own clothes, and his three arms condensed into three blood axes.

At this point, simply standing was no longer enough for him to stand completely on the mountaintop.

He was so tall that his feet only reached the mountainside, his massive upper body leaning against the mountaintop, looking down at the Moon God atop the peak.

Its body was muscular and bulging, its eyes blazed red, its mouth was full of sharp teeth, and thick white smoke emanated from its body.

That was an unusual phenomenon resulting from the continuous resistance against the divine power of the Moon God.

The Moon God gazed up at the enormous half-body of Zhang Rongfang on the side of the mountaintop.

At this moment, the other party seemed more like a legendary Gods and Buddhas than they did.

Half of its body alone occupies most of the edge of the mountaintop.

"Unfortunately. If you had stood by my side, I wouldn't have killed you today."

A genuine sense of regret flickered in the Moon God's eyes.

"Kill me??" Zhang Rongfang grinned. "If you can do it, you can try."

The Moon God fell silent.

He reached out and extended his hand forward.

Whoosh!

In the arched passage, a huge, moon-white finger suddenly pierced out, rushing towards Zhang Rongfang.

The finger alone was several meters in diameter. Now, as it extended, it resembled a sharp spike, its tip gleaming with a blinding white light.

Countless white lights solidified in the surrounding air, transforming into white ribbons that fluttered and danced.

At the same time, Zhang Rongfang raised his giant axe high and cleaved it down heavily.

White and red collided in an instant.

A rumbling hum exploded, but there was no loud noise; instead, there was only vibration.

The vibrations of the sound waves have exceeded the limits of what the human ear can hear.

All that could be seen was an invisible ripple emanating from between the fingers and the blood axe.

The ripples distorted space and light, shattering and exploding the surrounding Blood Cloud and white ribbons.

"A futile struggle." Behind Zhang Rongfang, two other arms, also wielding blood axes, crashed down.

Pfft! Pfft! Two streaks of blood-red light shot out like waterfalls, slashing heavily at the Moon God's fingers.

The fingers finally gave way, breaking off one by one and shattering into countless white lights that dissipated.

"Still not working?" Moon God stood inside the door, looking at Zhang Rongfang was as tall as a small mountain.

His recent test proved that once he entered the mortal realm, without a sufficiently powerful and suitable physical body to support him, he would have no chance of defeating Zhang Rongfang at this moment.

Gods and Buddhas are essentially ethereal entities, aggregates of consciousness. In Great Abyss, he possesses immense power to crush everything.

Even though he had just absorbed the Spirit Seal of the three Saint Patrol and his strength had increased significantly, he still couldn't win here.

"It seems you've made your decision," the Moon God said softly. "Then, do you dare to enter?"

"What is there to be afraid of?" Zhang Rongfang's body suddenly shrank, his wings flapped, and he transformed into a blood-red shadow, rushing into the doorway.

Everything spun around me.

As soon as he stepped outside, he was met with an endless ocean of countless silver leaves, pressing down on him.

An entire ocean collapsed head-on.

No one has ever experienced this feeling before.

But at this moment, Zhang Rongfang sensed it.

It was as if the entire sky was falling and sinking.

He clearly entered the Void Gate, but did not appear in the Great Abyss.

Behind him was the entrance gate, and in front of him was an endless ocean of silver leaves.

Boom!!!

The sea of silver leaves instantly engulfed Zhang Rongfang, and countless silvery-white leaves, like blades, frantically cut into his body.

Blood Mist Blood Cloud, Blood River all desperately surrounded him, resisting his attack.

However, there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him to convert, so he could only rely on his own blood essence to fight against everything.

In the silvery ocean, he had transformed into a blood cocoon, its surface constantly covered with countless deep knife marks.

Countless Silver Light Silver Thread surrounded him, forming a tornado.

Three seconds later.

The blood cocoon grew thinner and thinner until it suddenly shattered. Zhang Rongfang inside roared angrily, finally being completely submerged in the Silver Light and minced into a pulp.

At this moment, Void Gate, at a corner of the mountaintop.

Zhang Rongfang turned pale, and his consciousness was completely severed and crushed.

"Your power has increased?" The last time he fought the Moon God, the Moon Goddess's divine might couldn't cut through his essence and skin so easily.

This time, it's clearly different.

"You're not dead?" Void Gate, the Moon God was also slightly surprised as she looked at Zhang Rongfang, who had reappeared outside.

"I am the Blood Ancestor, the spirit of all blood. You cannot kill me," Zhang Rongfang.

"It seems that what I saw just now was merely a false body." The Moon God instantly understood.

He recalled his last encounter with Zhang Rongfang, when his consciousness returned and he immediately seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

He clearly killed Zhang Rongfang once back then.

But he came back to life.

Now it seems that this so-called Blood Immortal Martial Path is indeed problematic! Extremely evil!

In an instant, the Blood Mist and white light contracted and returned to the bodies of the Moon God and Zhang Rongfang.

After a brief test of their skills, both of them realized that there was no point in doing it any further.

Whether it's Blood River or Moonlight, since they are meaningless to the other party, releasing them would only be a waste of one's own power.

It's better to concentrate the power at one point; that would be more effective.

Apart from the mess and deep pits everywhere, the mountaintop has returned to peace.

The current situation is as follows.

Even if the Moon God came out, she couldn't defeat Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang went in, but he couldn't defeat the Moon God.

The two sides remained deadlocked.