Decision II

"Ah, don't be afraid. Actually, I'm just a very weak old man, and I don't have many years left to live," the old man comforted kindly.

"Right now, with insufficient internal circulation, it's understandable that people want to go out, but it's quite unexpected that you've managed to reach this level."

As for the higher levels...

He paused.

"That place is no longer valid; you don't need to go."

"What do you mean by 'it's invalid'?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"It's useless now, it's lost contact. This Great Abyss was originally intended for various Interaction Zone to connect and exchange consciousness, intelligence, knowledge, and martial arts."

"We can't contact them anymore, so naturally they can't open or go there," the old man replied.

"And what about you? Why are you still here? What do you eat?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"I won't die even if I don't eat or drink." The old man laughed again. "As for why I'm still here, it's because I'll die if I go out."

"Will I die?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"Do you think you can still freely use various spells outside like you did before? Impossible."

The old man laughed loudly, "Think about it and you should understand. How could it be so easy to drive matter with consciousness? Even if you, a normal person, used all your strength to stare at a needle for a whole day, you still couldn't move it an inch with your mind."

Zhang Rongfang remained silent for a moment, watching the old man continue talking to himself.

"Young man, there are some things I didn't tell that guy before. So I'll give you some pointers here."

The Gods and Buddhas abilities mentioned earlier were merely a natural manifestation of the power to refine one's consciousness and spirit to the extreme within the Interaction Zone.

Our bodies can't withstand the increasingly intense Heavenly Light, but what if we had a different body? Wouldn't that make it work?

The old man chuckled.

"And so the Interaction Zone began to be built. And so the Instant Tower began to be built. The strongest spirit, the strongest body, combined, will surely be able to escape that endless Heavenly Light."

His voice gradually lowered, and the old man's small eyes became even brighter.

Zhang Rongfang wanted to ask something more, but the old man's body slowly and automatically became translucent, disappearing right before his eyes.

'A pure consciousness?' He frowned.

If Gods and Buddhas are beings composed of consciousness combined with Spirit Thread, then the old man Gangcai, as a pure consciousness, could disappear from sight without eating or drinking.

All of this is understandable.

Hovering in mid-air, Zhang Rongfang pondered for a moment, then decided not to linger. He had gathered enough clues today. It was time to go back and process them.

With a flap of his wings, he swooped down.

March of the New Calendar Year One.

With the Great Ling restored to stability and the unrest in various regions subsided, the remaining forces of the major sects fled to Xi Yi under the protection of the White Ten Sect's fleet.

Zhang Rongfang personally led a team of experts from the Human Immortal Temple Academy of the Immortal Heaven Character Division to travel overseas.

Search for the remains of the Soul Buddha and wipe out the last remaining forces.

Xi Yi Kingdom.

The uneven, exotic pointed-roof houses stretch upwards along the coastal hillside.

Colorful bricks and tiles, small yellow, white and blue flowers, a pregnant woman speaking fluent local Xi Yi that I couldn't understand, and an obese old man sitting slumped in a recliner, smoking a pipe.

This is Moxibustion, the largest port in Xi Yi.

The kingdom's garrison soldiers on patrol were eating barbecued meat skewers on the beach, casually discussing which girl in last night's campfire acrobatics show had the hottest figure.

Fishing boats and warships were separated in one corner, with small people moving up and down on the boats from time to time.

The sky was clear and the sunlight was gentle.

Seagulls flapped their wings and soared, constantly emitting strange cries.

Suddenly, a faint tremor came from the distant blue horizon.

Call.

Call.

Whoosh. The sound was extremely rhythmic, growing louder and closer.

"What is that?"

"Sea Eagle?"

"It looks like they're heading this way?"

People in the harbor looked in the direction of the sound, puzzled.

In the distance, above the blue sea, a small black and red dot was rapidly approaching.

As the distance increases, the size of the smaller point also increases rapidly.

When even ordinary people could make out its outline, the vast majority of people in the port were stunned.

Even those who hadn't noticed were jolted to their feet by their companions who had seen the rapidly approaching figure.

It was a black-haired man in a red robe with huge bat wings.

He was flying in the sky, swooping straight down this way.

The rhythmic whooshing sound was clearly the flapping of the enormous bat wings behind the black and red humanoid figure.

Each time it flaps its wings, it produces a loud gust of wind that stirs up the air.

The bat wings collided with the sea breeze, and the usually arrogant and powerful sea breeze became submissive in front of this person.

Whoosh! Finally, the bat-winged man, accompanied by screams, rushed over the harbor, through a large area of the city, and headed straight inland.

He quickly slowed down and stopped above a magnificent White Cross Sect.

The Gods and Buddhas no longer dared to show themselves, and no one in the world could stop him anymore.

"If it weren't for my subordinates disguising themselves to investigate, I really wouldn't have been able to find out that the original site of the Soul Buddha's temple was here, directly beneath a White Ten Sect temple," Zhang Rongfang said with a slight sigh.

"Let's see what we can gain," White Scale agreed.

Lately, she's had this feeling.

It felt like Zhang Rongfang might suddenly disappear soon.

This feeling came quite inexplicably, but she firmly believed it. So much so that she has now begun to observe it discreetly.

Sigh

Suddenly, several thin arrows struck the Blood Mist that had ignited beside Zhang Rongfang.

The Blood Mist, though seemingly thin, was actually quite concentrated, making it incredibly easy to block these weak and ineffective arrows.

The arrow was deflected and fell down.

Zhang Rongfang didn't bother with any more words, and two bullet-like drops of blood bounced back.

Then he spread his arms wide.

Countless streams of blood gushed forth from the open ground beneath its feet, rushing into the seemingly ancient and exquisite, but in reality, empty shell of the White Ten Sect Temple.

Bang! Bang! Blood, like tentacles, burst through the doors and windows, flooding into the interior.

Soon, amidst the terrified screams of the surrounding residents, [the incident occurred].

The entire church slowly tilted, its interior and exterior stained with a layer of blood.

With a muffled thud, the church collapsed, reduced to ruins by the blood inside.

Zhang Rongfang remained still as he slowly descended to the ground, his bat wings folding back and merging into his robe.

He walked step by step toward the center of the church ruins.

Wherever it passed, all the blood automatically dispersed, revealing a clean surface.

The blood not only destroyed the church, but also cleaned up the surrounding area.

'Underground.'

He raised one hand.

A large hole opened in the ground, revealing a staircase below that was of unknown depth.

A putrid, musty stench emanated from deep within the steps.

Hiss.

Countless drops of blood automatically flowed in, quickly covering the steps, floor, and walls with a film of blood.

Zhang Rongfang walked slowly inside, and soon came out with a black scroll.

The scroll was embroidered with a headless Buddha seated on a lotus throne.

He unfolded it and began to examine it right there on the spot.

' The Prajna Heartless Birth and Death Buddha Skill, is a cultivation Civilian Skill left behind by the Soul Buddha. It is said that upon reaching its ultimate state, one becomes Buddha, and I am Buddha.'

"These things usually have the Divine Buddha True Form associated with them. Take a look." White Scale immediately realized.

Zhang Rongfang flipped directly to the last page, where there was the same image of a headless Buddha.

"Headless is his true form?" Zhang Rongfang asked in surprise.

"It's probably not; most likely it's over. The face has been forgotten," White Scale replied regretfully.

"Wait, there's something there." Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang squeezed the last page of the cultivation manual; there seemed to be a hidden compartment there.

He flicked his finger, and the interlayer tore open, revealing the object inside.

This is a thin sheet of paper, folded into three layers and hidden in the lining of the last page.

'Great Extinction Nirvana.'

The few large characters visible on the surface immediately caught Zhang Rongfang's attention.

He unfolded the contents.

It records the true seal of a heretical martial art.

It is a special secret technique that can only be used after the Final Form has been activated.

It is said to be able to use special sonic vibrations to evoke the most tragic memories in the minds of enemies. If the enemy is affected for a long time, he will have all sorts of thoughts of self-destruction and that all things in the world are illusory.

Simply put, it's a technique similar to hypnosis, a method that hypnotizes someone into dying.

'Since it can awaken tragic memories, then transforming it a couple of times will surely awaken other memories. Extending this further, perhaps I can use this item to find a way to deal with Master Yue.'

Ling Guang struck Zhang Rongfang, and he immediately had an idea.

He folded up the paper, flapped his bat wings, and soared into the sky.

Time passed slowly.

With the Human Immortal Temple as its vanguard and the Imperial Tutor Daoist Qiankun as its spearhead, Great Ling charged straight into the Western countries.

Without Gods and Buddhas intervention, the nations mobilized their best warriors to try and resist, but they crumbled at the first touch, like sandcastles on a beach encountering ocean waves.

In less than half a month, the Xi Yi were pacified, and the Human Immortal Temple, together with many experts from the Great Ling who arrived later, continued to travel to the other land and islands.

Zhang Rongfang returned alone and began to devote himself to the secret art of the Great Extinction Nirvana Seal of seclusion.

He wants to thoroughly understand it before creating the secret technique he desires.

April.

Inside the Human Immortal Cave.

Zhang Rongfang slowly floated out of the blood pool, looking at his Available Attributes points, which had once again reached 100.

He would occasionally return to soak in the blood pool, which shortened the time considerably.

But this means that the previously hesitant choice must finally be made.

Floating on the surface of the blood pool, he closed his eyes and looked at the Attribute Panel in front of him.

Look at the three branches above.

'The Final Ultimate Creature.'

'The Ancient Ferocious Beast Nine Infant.'

'World Serpent Jörmungandr.'

The first one only requires fifteen talents. And he already has several, so there's no need to acquire more.

The second one requires 57 talents.

The third one looks very tempting. But the dense list of talent requirements that follows, unfolding like a giant spider web, is just as daunting.

Roughly counting, Jormungandr needs at least 134 talents stacked together to complete the final bloodline activation.

'Forget it, I'll take what I can see and touch first.' Zhang Rongfang finally made up his mind.

The mind directly touches the first item, conveying a sense of certainty.

Suddenly, the options following Super Self-Healing slowly disappeared, leaving only the Final Ultimate Creature option.

' Final Ultimate Creature: By combining all contact genes, talents, abilities, systems, and other factors, you will gain unparalleled adaptability.'

What is the true Ultimate Organism? The answer varies depending on the environment.

Adaptability? Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes; it didn't seem like much.

But since you've made the choice, there's no need to regret it.