Chapter 776 - 776: 726 Growth 1

"Is this Entering the Microcosm...?"

Zhang Rongfang had never experienced this strange feeling before.

Previously, dealing with those bloodlines, he only knew of their existence without understanding their essence, merely using them.

But now, he seemed to see the fundamental nature of the world.

'It's a pity... Martial arts is not the path I'm taking. Entering the Microcosm, even if the abyss transitions from infant form to juvenile form, will have similar accompanying effects.'

'Now it seems, with the Blood Race, the demons, and the Netherworld being used as Hell, along with other chaotic bloodlines, my journey into the abyss direction has a very high possibility.'

Zhang Rongfang landed far away on a small hill.

Here, a group of mountain thieves with ragged knives and axes surrounded a merchant caravan.

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the money quickly, and those women, we want them all! Otherwise, hahaha!"

The leading mountain thief was two meters tall, muscle-bound, clearly a martial artist.

"Sirs... Sirs! We'll give you the money! But... these are our family members, please show mercy!" The caravan leader was an elderly man with a mustache, no guards around, clearly either fled or killed.

"Won't give!? If we kill you, everything will be ours in the end! Boys, kill them!" The mountain thief leader raised his knife and was about to rush forward.

The mountain thieves behind him also shouted with fervor, ready to charge forward.

Crack.

Suddenly, all the mountain thieves became rigid in place, maintaining their original actions without moving.

Their faces contorted, eyes fixed, like sculptures.

In the woods behind them, a towering figure slowly approached.

That figure was extremely eerie, with no pupils, no whites, only pure black eyes.

"Pure malevolence..." Zhang Rongfang's eyes focused on the mountain thieves.

In his vision, these mountain thieves emitted a stream of black particles like dust.

Through these particles, he could see the spirit bodies inside them, mostly turned black.

'That must be the previously indistinct souls....'

Zhang Rongfang understood.

He glanced, similarly saw the souls of the merchant caravan.

Most of those souls were gray, with even two being pure white.

The deeper the color, the more valuable it is.

This was the conclusion he had drawn from years of observation.

Thus... the caravan was worthless. Instead, it was the mountain thieves.

"I appreciate your pure malevolence," he whispered.

As he spoke, all the black souls within the mountain thieves terrifiedly exited their bodies, floating up.

Dozens of black twisting souls elongated, transformed into black lines, swiftly shot into Zhang Rongfang's eyes, adding depth to the blackness.

This was the ability of a demon lord to seize souls, combined with the Blood Race Progenitor's soul seizing, became an enhanced version of soul devouring.

Now, Zhang Rongfang's entire soul had transformed into an abyss juvenile, a deformity resembling a massive pocket.

It existed in reality, also on the conscious spiritual level, capable of changing form at will. It formed its own space, allowing items and souls to enter for habitation.

Devouring souls, letting them live within, especially the evil and violent ones, was highly beneficial to Zhang Rongfang.

As the souls were consumed, absorbed into Zhang Rongfang's soul.

The numerous mountain thieves at the site fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Now... the world retains a bit more good, and less evil." Zhang Rongfang smiled softly toward the caravan.

His figure flickered, already vanished into the depths of the forest, nowhere to be seen.

The caravan people stared dazedly at the corpses on the ground, as if trapped in a nightmare.

Thud.

Some merchants fell to their knees, their legs weakened.

"Immortal!!"

They were not so much terrified by the mountain thieves but were almost collapsing from Zhang Rongfang's earlier actions.

"Immortal benevolence, great compassion!"

"Thank the Immortal for his mercy!"

A group of people incoherently knelt on the ground, expressing gratitude.

Zhang Rongfang had long since arrived at a Taoist temple hidden in the mountains, thousands of miles away.

"Master, I'm back." As he neared the small Taoist temple, he slowed his pace down, walking toward it.

"Senior brother, did you go for a walk today?" In front of the temple, Zhang Qingzhi greeted him with a gentle demeanor, holding a big broom.

"Yes, and I found something interesting today." Zhang Rongfang raised his arm, pulling out a big, plump gray rabbit from his sleeve.

"Wow, such a big catch, is this a gray rice rabbit? Didn't we eat them all already?" Zhang Qingzhi exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Rongfang smiled without speaking, handing the rabbit to Zhang Qingzhi.

"I'll go check on Master; he hasn't made a sound again."

"Alright."

Zhang Rongfang passed through the temple's main entrance, bypassing the courtyard Pill Furnace, reaching the side bedroom.

Knock knock knock.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Master? Are you there?"

"Yes, come in," Yuen Dewen's feeble voice came from the room.

A soft squeak sounded, the door was pushed open, Zhang Rongfang stepped inside, immediately seeing Yuen Dewen occupying half the room, or rather the Moon God.

At this moment, the Moon God was completely unrecognizable as a human; instead, it was a giant pancake!

Three meters wide, four meters long, its entire body was soft, gray-white, and about half a meter thick, exuding a delicate fragrance.

This was essentially a huge oval meat pancake!

In the middle of the pancake, an old man's facial features protruded, with a few strands of beard hanging down.

Two thin, noodle-like arms extended from the sides of the facial features, one holding chopsticks, the other a wine cup, eating and drinking.

"Yue Shi, why have you taken on a round shape again?" Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.

Since Yue Shi comprehended a new realm of martial arts, upon converting to the Bloodline, he awakened an Origin Level bloodline, making his power surge.

But similarly, his shape also... transformed into a true Moon God!

Hmm... the God of Moon Cakes.

From then on, Yue Dewen didn't need to walk but would roll instead.

The speed—Zhang Rongfang had seen it—was truly as swift as the wind, lightning fast, and astonishing!

"Have you gone out hunting again?" Yue Dewen, or rather, the Moon God, had grown accustomed to reclusively living with two disciples and their families.

They no longer concerned themselves with the Great Spirit.

With the Bloodline Spirit Emperor present, everything was as steady as Mount Tai. They only needed to occasionally clean out a batch of pests born with evil thoughts.

Looking into Zhang Rongfang's pitch-black eyes, Yue Dewen sighed internally.

Since being defeated by Long and going into seclusion, Zhang Rongfang, the ancestor of the Blood Immortal, had been living a life detached from worldly affairs.

"How can that be called hunting?" Zhang Rongfang retorted, "What I do is to make the world a better place."

"But have you ever thought, evil can never be completely eradicated." Yue Dewen asked.

"Of course, I've thought about it. Evil cannot be eliminated, but it can be transferred." Zhang Rongfang replied.

"When all the evil in this world is transferred into me, perhaps that is the kind of world I desire."

"Forget it, you have your thoughts. Now you have surpassed your master significantly. It's only in the realm of martial arts that I could offer you some advice." Yue Dewen said helplessly.

"Master, I have finally reached Entering the Microcosm today, I seek your guidance." Zhang Rongfang did not hold back.

Essentially, for the abyssal infant, Entering the Microcosm was not a particularly formidable realm; even further layers like infinite changes were merely deeper applications of Entering the Microcosm.

According to the abyssal talent's explanation, once all the necessary bloodline combinations required by the abyss were obtained and a complete form was achieved, becoming a miniature abyss truly was possible.

Theoretically, based on the description, the abyss' consciousness could pollute and include strong individuals at any level, including molecular, atomic, and even smaller sub-quantum levels.

The abyss has its mature system for the Microcosm level.

This system was established based on the soul.

A complete soul, a concept Zhang Rongfang named, consists of many chains of consciousness.

These correspond to gene chains.

Beneath the chains of consciousness are the molecules of memory, and beneath those, mind rune atoms.

Following the equivalent division, Zhang Rongfang similarly divided them to the atomic level.

"After Entering the Microcosm, different people should be able to obtain unique talents, like me; after Entering the Microcosm, I mainly gained insight." Yue Dewen said solemnly.

"To see through extremely subtle, fleeting flaw lines. But similarly, merely seeing through them is futile; one must have the intervention means of Entering the Microcosm to apply it."

Listening to his teacher's explanation, Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.

"Entering the Microcosm just appeared today, I can now see countless tiny particles, seeing that all things are composed of innumerable particles."

"Particles, can you grasp them?" Yue Dewen asked.

Zhang Rongfang tried to extend his hand, but before he got close, most of those particles scattered away.

A small portion of particles, however, actively adhered to and attached themselves to his hand.

"Like this?"

He was completely unaware that as he moved his fingers, wisps of white mist naturally emerged and fearfully distanced themselves from him.

The ones that adhered were small pockets of black mist.

"This...!?" Yue Dewen also saw this phenomenon, the mist particles at least being at the molecular level.

Moreover, they moved, flew, and some even seemed to have a simple consciousness, simple emotions.

"It seems to be a kind of living entity." Zhang Rongfang carefully sensed the black particles attached to him.

These particles were very small and fine, much smaller than bacteria or viruses.

They were everywhere—in the air, on the ground, among the trees, on rocks, in the water.

Zhang Rongfang had seen them everywhere when he came earlier.

"Now, try again?" Yue Dewen suddenly had a thought and raised his finger, lightly pointing at the air in front.

Buzz!

In an instant, a circle of invisible ripples spread from him in all directions.

This was momentum!

Belonging to a Grandmaster, only in the interaction zone could it manifest and take effect.

And at the same time, Zhang Rongfang personally saw those mysterious particles, as if attracted by a magnet to metal, quickly swarmed and clung to Yue Dewen's finger.

Then these particles, as if electrocuted, suddenly expanded, exploded, collided with the air, forming a circle of invisible wind.

"This... seems to be the greatest secret within the interaction zone!" Zhang Rongfang realized suddenly.

These semi-active particles caused the momentum and Divine abilities within the interaction zone to be freely used.

Whereas in the outside world, perhaps due to the absence of these special particles, the momentum could not be manifested.

He swiftly described his discovery to Yue Shi.

"So, it seems that the interaction zone was arranged by the Spirit Eye Race with large amounts of this substance. It was to easily distinguish momentum, that is, to distinguish the strength of Spiritual Power, to cultivate more experts in spiritual consciousness." Yue Dewen said.

"It's a pity this stuff is merely illusory; outside, there aren't as many benefits." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"Now, I understand what your Microcosmic ability is..." Yue Dewen suddenly realized and looked at his disciple.