Chapter 775 - 775: Life and Death 4

"Extreme order only leads consciousness to senility; only through variability can hope arise," Zhang Rongfang suddenly said.

"I don't understand," the Celestial Maiden seemed puzzled.

"It's alright. You just need to understand." Zhang Rongfang smiled, a faint wisp of black air subtly swirling deep in his eyes.

"The ultimate terror between life and death can bloom the most pure and resilient flower."

Beep beep beep beep!

At this moment, the intuition alert on his status bar emitted shrill warnings, constantly cautioning him to stop such dangerous thoughts.

But for the first time ever, Zhang Rongfang completely disregarded the status bar's reminders.

He had already understood how to tread his path ahead.

The future of his way, where it truly lay.

The status bar should not be a restrictive cage, an iron net dictating him, but merely a tool to aid him.

With those final spoken words.

In Zhang Rongfang's eyes, all the talents and abilities in the status bar began flashing rapidly, shaking and trembling.

Something seemed to be intensely affecting the entire status bar.

Regarding this ability rooted within himself, Zhang Rongfang knew very well, the only thing that could influence it was his own consciousness.

'Order sunsets, chaos is eternal.' Suddenly, this truth dawned upon him.

If life is the extreme manifestation of all order, such extremity will ultimately lead to chaos.

Because to establish order intrinsically disrupts other orders, driving the external world toward chaos.

In the formatted space, all the high-level consciousness known as Spirit had told him, at this moment, swiftly passed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.

Combining it with the numerous experiences and knowledge accumulated over his past and present lives.

A brand new path that was extremely suitable for him gradually became clear.

On the status bar, countless trembling traits and talents finally began to slowly stabilize.

And at this moment, all the traits and talents glowed with a faint red light, as though blood was flowing.

"Since all beings are destined to head towards chaos, why not let me accelerate this process...." Zhang Rongfang stood up, uttering words incomprehensible to the Celestial Maiden, turned and wandered off.

"...." The Celestial Maiden stared blankly at his back, vaguely feeling as if something incredible was budding, yet no matter how she thought, or sensed around her, she couldn't discover it.

And just then, in Zhang Rongfang's vision, all the bloody colored traits and talents were like rivers converging into the sea, extending a subtle bloodline behind.

All the bloodlines converged together, forming a bundle, finally linking to a point.

Behind that point, a brand-new bloodline was gradually emerging clearly....

The name of the bloodline was.

Abyss.

'Abyss (Genesis of Chaos) — The immense pressure between life and death can produce the purest and strongest consciousness; you have understood this point, presenting the optimal direction integrating all traits and talents.

Order sunsets, chaos is eternal, only within chaos can the most dazzling flower be forged.

Required Bloodlines: Demon Bloodline (containing 134 different demons), Devil Bloodline (containing 98 different devils), Doomsday Guardian, Netherworld Bloodline (containing 47 Netherworld creatures), Chaos Body (after obtaining the complete form, your body will transcend life and death, eternally fixed in a state of chaos).'

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The Blood Alliance and Chana Tower, a world pinnacle battle between two giants, concluded with the disappearance of the Blood Alliance in failure.

Chana Tower stabilized its position as the world's foremost power, reshaping everyone's reverence for them.

While the Blood Alliance, Blood Race, gradually faded with the passage of time amid new various major events.

Human Alliance, Spirit Alliance, Eternal Palace, began constructing a colossal project named Eye of the Earth based on several cities built by the Blood Alliance.

This project is built to construct the energy supply core for remote teleportation channels.

The time required to charge the energy core is extremely long, and coincidentally, the third secret lock is elusive, traceable only through sparse clues.

The Eye of the Earth slowly rose from nothing, from a small scale to covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, akin to a true eye of the earth.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed.

In two hundred years, everything about the Blood Alliance vanished like smoke, gradually losing its traces.

Except for some long-lived Spirit People who still remember, others have long forgotten the semblance of the Blood Alliance.

The earth once again became the territory of Evil Spirits, Spirit People, and humans.

However, the few cities left behind by the Blood Alliance continued to operate due to their complete structures.

Just that the maintenance of order shifted from the Blood Alliance to Chana Tower.

The research center established by La through the study of Blood Race, using the counteraction of different properties of evil energy radiation, constructed similar non-radiative and pollution-free zones.

This also became the foundation for the survival of many cities.

And Yuan City, due to the location of Celestial Curtain Pavilion which is the entrance and exit of the Great Spirit Interactive Area.

Thus, it held a unique status.

"This is the Celestial Curtain Pavilion from two hundred years ago. Now it's considered a historical cultural heritage."

The sunlight, bright and clear, shines through the massive purple crystal celestial curtain, illuminating the earth, bathing the city.

Under the shelter of Chana Tower, Yuan City regained its original vitality.

Though the residents were mostly demons and Spirit People, there were far fewer ordinary humans than before.

At this moment, two demons covered in purple crystal stood before the Celestial Curtain Pavilion conversing.

"Why does the top send people every year to inspect the situation here? After all these years, there hasn't been even a hint." A demon pushed open the newly renovated door and walked inside.

Inside is a spacious hall filled with dust.

In the center of the hall floor, there is a huge diamond-shaped purple crystal, like a plug, blocking the ground.

As one gets closer, one can clearly see that this purple crystal plug perfectly seals a gigantic gap in the floor. The size is extremely fitting, obviously custom-made.

A demon man wearing a black cloak stood at the edge of the crystal, tapping with his fingers.

"Not dissolved at all, still solid."

"Don't worry about it, just follow the rules." Another fat demoness stepped forward, pressing both hands on the surface of the crystal.

Suddenly, a purple light appeared, and the purple crystals on her body began to continuously flow onto the large crystal, seemingly supplementing it.

Another person saw this and sighed, pressing both hands onto the crystal similarly, starting to transmit purple crystals.

The purple light flows into the crystal, as if flowing into a lake.

Little bits of fragmented light slowly sank, passing through light purple, deep purple, the central black, penetrating deeper and deeper into the crystal's bottom.

Hiss.

As it passed through the central black, the purple fragmented light began to enter the deep purple area, followed by the corresponding light purple area.

Until...

Poof.

The fragmented light bubbled out from the other side of the purple crystal, swelling, then shattering.

On the other side of the crystal, the Great Spirit.

In an ink-green forest filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Chirping flocks of birds occasionally flew out from the canopy, circled once, then returned to the grove.

In the forest, a figure stood quietly and motionlessly, gazing up at the sky, as if their gaze could pierce through the false blue sky to see the purple crystal plug on the black sky curtain.

"Two hundred years...." The figure's long black hair reached their waist, eyes jet black and strangely lacking pupils or whites, only a pitch-black void.

It was none other than Zhang Rongfang, who hadn't ventured out for a long time.

Compared to two hundred years ago, his present form had undergone drastic changes.

The blood race markings on his body had completely vanished, apart from his eyes, he looked just like an ordinary mortal.

Even an average master from the Human Immortal Temple appeared more formidable than him.

Yet those eyes, purely pitch-black, would never be forgotten by those who met their gaze.

Like a bottomless abyss, wholly no end in sight, the black eyes subtly instilled a sense of evil and unsettling fear.

In these two hundred years, Zhang Rongfang's original bloodline had naturally restored, aside from reinstating the Great Spirit Bloodline Empire, he made no further outward expansions.

Instead, he quietly wandered around the Great Spirit.

Leaving the Great Spirit, traveling everywhere, on islands, in deserts, atop snowy mountains, in the deep sea depths.

Every corner of this interactive area bore traces of his presence.

No longer did he crudely and recklessly expand, opting instead to meticulously perceive and research higher levels of martial arts—Entering the Microcosm.

And now, two hundred years of painstaking exploration finally bore fruit in qualitative progress.

"An annual observation? Long, you really have patience...." Zhang Rongfang lowered his head, no longer gazing at that entryway.

It had originally been the connection point to the external scenic path, but since his return, he had canceled it.

Now, the entire Great Spirit was isolated from the world, completely reverting to its former paradisiacal state.

He walked forward step by step, leaving black footprints behind naturally.

The soil was deep brown, yet strangely, wherever Zhang Rongfang walked, the footprints were inevitably black, like ink.

He strolled, his pitch-black eyes entirely showing no focus.

A half-transparent attribute panel was currently floating in his view.

'Zhang Rongfang—Life 223591.'

'Trait Talent—Abyss (Chaos Infant)'

Behind were numerous bloodlines free to open up, including Blood Race Ancestor among others. Yet Blood Race Ancestor was no longer the strongest bloodline there.

Bloodlines like Demon Lord, Flame Demon, Devil Sovereign, etc., were among those synthesized one by one.

However, all these bloodlines were essential prerequisites for synthesizing the Abyss talent.

In pursuit of this talent, Zhang Rongfang had spent two hundred years in diligent cultivation and repeatedly soaking in the Blood Pool.

Up till now, he'd only completed close to eighty percent.

There's still over twenty percent of the bloodline that needs complete supplementation. But time was somewhat pressing.

The celestial glow pressing against the sky curtain was sinking slowly, even though the Great Spirit's entrance was at Yuan City, that impact couldn't be staved off just by sheltering a single entrance.

Space technology formed the core of the interactive area's existence, celestial glow's pressure distorted the whole planet's spatial structure.

Thus, not just the Great Spirit, the entire White Eye's interactive area faced such dire straits.

'Two hundred years, Entering the Microcosm.... finally reached it.'

Zhang Rongfang gently sighed.

Suddenly stepping out, it felt like an invisible step lifted him.

Poof!

Instantly he soared, like a great bird rising into the air, flying towards the distance.

Abyss talent transformed all bloodlines into trapped beasts, letting them battle to the death, then in such battles, sublimating a wisp of supreme pure consciousness, and infusing that wisp into Zhang Rongfang's consciousness.

Through continuous refinement like this, Zhang Rongfang's consciousness had now completely undergone a transformation.

Flying in mid-air, the world in his eyes teemed with countless colored particles, these particles flowed like sand, washed over, dreamlike and ethereal.