Departure III

More than ten minutes later.

All divine power was annihilated and vanished.

The Blood Giant, whose two arms had been broken, opened his arms again, and his injuries were completely healed.

Roar! He roared furiously, hacking away at the Three Pure Ones Platform with his axe, one blow after another.

At this point, no Gods and Buddhas could appear to stop it.

All around were countless red mists that gradually thickened.

In the distance, on another dilapidated platform for Gods and Buddhas.

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze from that direction, turned around, and slowly walked away.

Even Gods and Buddhas need the brains of mortals to survive, but now, no matter what injury I suffer, I will automatically heal and recover quickly.

Such infinite regeneration is merely a prerequisite for one of the three branches.

Perhaps those legendary eternal beings really exist?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

It leaped off the platform, its huge bat wings unfurling on its back, and flew upwards.

The enormous bat wings rapidly increased the altitude, one after another.

Wherever it passed, it stirred up countless crimson mists.

He is releasing his body's essence and blood in an endless stream.

He had a previous idea: if injuries could heal without any loss, could he release his essence blood without limit and then use this ability to recover quickly? After all, blood loss is also an injury.

This is the time for testing.

Zhang Rongfang rushed upwards at lightning speed, but soon he felt that as the blood in his body automatically recovered and healed, the Blood Mist formed from his essence blood left outside also disappeared completely.

Without any warning, it was as if it had been erased out of thin air by some kind of eraser, vanishing in an instant.

As it dissipated, the blood in his body automatically returned to its normal state.

"It seems that this ability is a kind of restoration, rather than a true unlimited healing and recovery. That is to say, it is very likely that it records my original, most healthy state, and then completely restores me to that state once a problem occurs."

He now roughly understood the underlying principle.

Soon, the membrane was ruptured instantly.

He went back to the fifth floor.

Entering from here, you'll find yourself at the other end of the Spirit Flight Heaven Divine Hall.

But at this moment, the blue crystal temple no longer radiated light.

Instead, signs of disintegration, destruction, and breakage can be seen everywhere.

Cracks of varying thickness began to appear on the ground of the platform belonging to the Gods and Buddhas.

Perhaps it won't be long before this place collapses.

'All of Spirit Flight Heaven's accumulated power has been taken away, and now that I have eliminated all Gods and Buddhas influence on the earth, I'm afraid he can no longer remain stable at the fifth level.'

Zhang Rongfang made a mental assessment and found nothing unexpected.

This was already a foregone conclusion the moment the Moon God left.

He thought for a moment, then, with a flap of his wings, he rushed into the temple.

Unfortunately, the place was completely empty, with nothing left behind.

Gods and Buddhas seem to never rely on external things; they rely on themselves from beginning to end.

One's own body is the strongest weapon.

And based on so many encounters...

Zhang Rongfang already had a general understanding of the situation.

The weapon of Gods and Buddhas is actually divine power.

Their various true seal techniques appear to be numerous and diverse.

In fact, they are all high concentrations of divine power, cleverly displayed through various combinations.

After all, divine power combined with consciousness, emotions, and martial arts realm can unleash completely different power.

Just like martial artists practicing martial arts, they all cultivate their breath and essence.

But their power is worlds apart.

Think about this.

He flapped his wings and flew out of the temple, never looking back, but instead soaring upwards towards the fourth level.

The Moon God is gone, and the other God Lord suffered too much damage to their bodies in the battle just now.

Even if it can be revived in the Void, it will not have the support of many forces on earth.

This will create a vicious cycle, inevitably leading to a fall into the Forgotten Abyss.

Everything is considered settled.

Now, he should also explore the higher levels of Great Abyss.

He didn't believe that the Moon God, after gaining greater power, wouldn't have tried to explore higher levels.

After exploring, he insisted on going out again, and perhaps he really had his reasons.

Soon, a wall formed by a layer of white mist appeared before his eyes.

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang charged straight at the top.

Pfft! He suddenly felt as if he had entered a gelatinous world.

Everything around it created immense resistance, making each flap of its wings an extremely difficult task.

The white smoke in front of him vanished quickly. He had successfully entered the fourth level.

The fourth floor was dark, and the light overhead was much dimmer than that below.

Various Interaction Zone platforms can be seen everywhere on the rock walls on both sides.

At a glance, you can see more than a dozen.

I didn't notice it last time I came, but the Heavenly Light here is much dimmer.

If this Heavenly Light is truly, as the Moon God said, the hope and expectation of the Gods and Buddhas for external Heavenly Light, then does its current dimming signify...?

He didn't think about it any further.

They didn't linger, but continued upwards.

This time, he wanted to try and see if he could continue climbing to a higher level in this Great Abyss.

With its enormous bat wings constantly flapping, Zhang Rongfang, amidst the white mist, rose rapidly upwards like a blood-red arrow.

Before long, a new wall of white mist appeared in front of him.

He slowed down, reached out, and touched the cloud wall.

Upon touching it, the cloud wall was extremely hard, like a cloud pattern carved on a stone wall.

But it clearly appears that the cloud wall is constantly changing, floating, and flowing.

This strange feeling stirred something unusual within Zhang Rongfang.

'If these cloud walls and barriers represent the boundaries that distinguish strength, and Spirit Flight Heaven and the Moon God are only at the fifth level, then what exactly exists at the fourth and third levels?'

He thought for a moment, stepped back several dozen meters, and then suddenly charged upwards.

Thud! He crashed into the cloud wall, causing it to dent inwards, but he was also bounced away.

Zhang Rongfang shook his head, and the bleeding on his forehead stopped on its own.

'It seems I can't get up there.' He didn't plan to rush up with the Final Form. If the Final Form was barely enough to qualify, then he definitely wouldn't get away with it if he went up.

It would be better to accumulate more strength in a safe place first.

In any case, his strength is not accumulated by relying on the brains of ordinary people like that of Gods and Buddhas.

Just as he was about to turn around and go downstairs.

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound came from the many Interaction Zone platforms around.

What was that sound?

Zhang Rongfang paused, looked around, and his gaze kept shifting between the various Interaction Zone.

The sounds around him seemed to quiet down again after he paused.

But, two seconds later.

A White Shadow shot out from an Interaction Zone platform and flew straight toward him.

The White Shadow figure was semi-transparent, humanoid in shape, with a distorted face that was impossible to discern.

Within its body, there was a thin, elongated line resembling lava, constantly shimmering with a faint light.

If Zhang Rongfang hadn't explored those platforms before, he might not have been able to recognize the White Shadow figure.

But at that moment, he immediately recognized that the blurry uniform on the White Shadow was the same one worn by the mummies on the platform.

The White Shadow was extremely fast, but to him, it was only at the fourth level. He had enough time to consider whether to block or counterattack.

Blood Curtain! Suddenly, a cloud of Blood Mist automatically condensed in front of Zhang Rongfang, forming a crystal wall that resembled ruby.

As he became more and more skilled at Blood Manipulation, he could now easily perform many actions that were previously impossible.

Thud! The White Shadow crashed heavily into the Blood Curtain, its head instantly disintegrating, followed by its body.

The lava-like red line inside its body, now unobstructed, pierced directly into the Blood Curtain.

Poof! The Blood Curtain was pierced through by more than half. Only then did the red line of lava disappear.

Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed as he looked at the other platforms.

Sure enough, semi-transparent humanoid phantoms appeared on all the surrounding platforms.

Their bodies twisted and danced, following irregular arcs, all converging and surging towards him.

"Blood River!"

Zhang Rongfang spread his arms wide, and countless drops of blood fell from his body.

The blood turned into Blood Mist, instantly spreading to the surroundings.

Even without the aid of the essence of heaven and earth, his current Life Attribute has already reached an extremely terrifying level.

At this moment, the essence blood turned into Blood Mist, instantly enveloping a space of two hundred meters in radius.

To achieve the strongest effect, he also increased the concentration of the Blood Mist to the maximum, instead of blindly expanding it.

Puff puff puff. Countless white phantoms rushed wildly into the Blood Cloud. After rushing a certain distance, they began to disintegrate and disappear.

By the time they reached Zhang Rongfang's location, it had completely vanished.

Time passed slowly.

About ten minutes later.

The surroundings gradually quieted down.

With a thought, Zhang Rongfang dispelled the Blood Mist and looked around.

All the white phantoms from before were completely wiped out in the battle.

The power of these phantoms is like a bunch of consumables with the power of a single strike from God Lord.

Dealing with these guys felt surprisingly similar to the effort required to defeat the gods before.

'But this is the fourth floor. It can't possibly be exactly the same as the sixth floor. So...'

His gaze sharpened instantly, locking onto a rapidly approaching Shadow beside him.

The Shadow had large wings on its back, just like him, but they weren't red; they were black.

As they drew closer, the Shadow gradually revealed its shape.

Its limbs are human-shaped, but its face consists of only a huge, round mouth.

A purplish-red, ferocious vertical pupil was embedded in the center of its chest.

As the other person drew closer, an extremely uncomfortable sense of oppression kept welling up in my heart.

Zhang Rongfang frowned slightly, staring intently at the other person.

"Who are you!?" he asked first, using the Locked Script.

The other party paused, seemingly stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened its huge mouth that covered its entire face and charged towards Zhang Rongfang.

"There are still some alive! Hahaha!! There are still some alive!!"

The man laughed loudly and let out a maniacal roar.

"With your spirit, merge with my demonic power!!"

His figure suddenly split into dozens of others, all rushing towards Zhang Rongfang from different directions.

"Can't we communicate?" Countless drops of blood automatically appeared in front of Zhang Rongfang, forming a wall of blood.