Chapter 777 - 777: 727 Growth 2

Zhang Rongfang paused for a moment, then suddenly understood.

"Did it conform to my will? Is that why this ability appeared?"

"It should be. Look at the part you absorb, let's temporarily call this thing Spirit Particle. Is the part you absorb more aggressive and destructive?" Yue Dewen asked.

Zhang Rongfang flicked his finger, and a portion of the Spirit Particles at his fingertip shot out, striking the ground.

Puff!

A fist-sized corrosive crater suddenly appeared on the ground.

"It seems so." He nodded.

He also understood what his Entering the Microcosm ability was.

This ability, if fully described, should be termed as the removal of evil.

"Eliminating harmful and evil places, is this my ability?" Zhang Rongfang felt this kind of sensation for the first time.

This pure reliance on oneself, reaching a higher realm in martial arts.

For two hundred years, he had been practicing diligently without pause, constantly contemplating his own realm.

Although he had the assistance of various superior bloodlines in his body, helping him avoid detours, this time was different from before.

This time, most of it was truly through his own cultivation that he finally reached this realm.

And this ability to remove evil, in essence, even if he sheds all his attribute bloodline talents, will still exist.

Because this is the fundamental realm he realized by himself.

"So it's separation, after all." Yue Dewen exhaled, saying, "Being able to separate fine substances, absorbing parts of them, this ability of yours is quite suitable for healing."

He seemed to have misunderstood somewhat.

Zhang Rongfang paused, but did not explain.

The breakthrough in martial arts realm was a good thing for him, but even without it, the moment he completed his abyss bloodline, he would be elevated to a higher level.

A vast level that could not be described or encompassed by martial arts.

"What do you plan to do next?" Yue Dewen asked.

"No rush, although the sky is descending, it hasn't come down yet, has it?" Zhang Rongfang smiled.

He was still a bit short of perfecting his abyss talent, so he truly wasn't in a hurry.

"Outside, the Eternal Palace and Chana Tower might be close to completing the passage construction, if they finish ahead of time and then leave...." Yue Dewen frowned. "Aren't you worried?"

"Naturally worried. But not that fast....." Zhang Rongfang replied.

"How can you be sure?"

"The disciple has his own methods." Zhang Rongfang smiled.

He chatted with Yue Shi about the application of the Entering the Microcosm Realm. These applications need to be developed by oneself.

Entering the Microcosm does not mean suddenly becoming powerful, it's merely a realm, it requires sufficiently strong power to support it to exhibit formidable effects.

For instance, Yue Dewen is Entering the Microcosm, but this only enhances a portion of his strength, equivalent to a level higher than his original strength, that's all.

Long, too, is Entering the Microcosm, but with the support of the Spirit Eye Race's most powerful physical body, he can control countless molecules and atoms in an instant, forming a sword array. Destroying anything.

This is the massive computational power and terrifying strength of the physical body, giving him a horrifying boost.

A powerful physical body is like hardware, while martial arts realm is like software.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Rongfang left the Taoist temple and as usual, headed for the Human Immortal Cave at Wish Girl Gorge.

This time, he didn't fly slowly, but utilized a special ability obtained from the Heart-Burning Furnace. Cutting through space, he directly transferred there.

As for what he told his master and junior disciples, it was that he was soaking in the Blood Pool, but in reality....

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Below the ninth level of Taoyuan — Sea of Oblivion.

Inside Chenxi Palace.

Zhang Rongfang's figure suddenly twisted and emerged, standing at the edge of the white jade platform.

"Here?" Di Pa leaned on one corner of the platform, leisurely sipping from a pot of wine in his hand.

Aside from him, the entire Chenxi Palace was empty, not a single person was there.

"Had some matters these past few days and came late." Zhang Rongfang replied. He took out a freshly roasted rabbit leg from his sleeve and threw it over.

"It's fine, good food is all that matters." Di Pa chuckled as he caught the rabbit leg.

Ever since the Blood Alliance was utterly crushed, it seemed to avoid any connection with it.

Whether it was Chana Tower, Eternal Palace, or other forces, they all tacitly sealed off the passage to Chenxi Palace completely.

The whole Chenxi Palace had been bustling for a while, but soon returned to its original still and cold state.

"Hope you have a fruitful day today too." Di Pa raised the wine pot, giving Zhang Rongfang a blessing.

"Let's hope so." Zhang Rongfang smiled. But those completely black eyes, even with a mere smile, exuded an eerie and sinister vibe, making Di Pa involuntarily shudder slightly.

Although he had "seen" it many times, he still wasn't quite used to it.

With extremely keen perception, he could feel that Zhang Rongfang was nurturing something extremely terrifying within him.

He didn't know what it was, nor how Zhang Rongfang got it.

But he was acutely aware that if that thing grew, it would undoubtedly pose a huge threat to Long.

After greeting Di Pa, Zhang Rongfang lingered briefly, casting a distant gaze towards the center of the Sea of Oblivion, the place where Long usually resided.

'Now is not the time for a meet...just wait…'

He leapt gracefully, flying gently downward, heading towards the bottom of the Sea of Oblivion.

This is a kind of Heart Demon bloodline he acquired, possessing an inherent telekinesis talent.

This talent is extremely handy, proficient in hallucination, moving, flying, and various miscellaneous tasks. Although its combat strength isn't high, it's more convenient for daily life than all other talents.

Approximately two thousand meters down from the Chenxi Palace, lies the surface of the Sea of Oblivion.

In the pitch-black seawater, countless blurred faces and black arms writhed and waved.

Bizarre sea creatures wandered slowly.

Poof!

Zhang Rongfang dove into the sea without hesitation, like an arrow.

The dissolving power contained in the seawater swiftly covered him, but the newly dissolved skin and flesh were immediately replaced by new flesh.

He continued to swim downward without pause.

All around was darkness, with occasionally strange, blurred, pale white figures appearing beside and behind him.

The sharp sound of despair echoed intermittently in his ears.

Finally, he slowed down, reaching the bottom of the Sea of Oblivion, standing gently on the black sand beneath.

"I can feel your pain." Zhang Rongfang conveyed his thoughts using the mind abilities of a Heart Demon.

"I can feel your despair..." he continued.

"Do you hate?"

"Do you hate the architect of all this, the one who imprisoned you here? Do you hate that so-called Spirit Eye Race, who used you as fuel for their own selfish desires?"

In his mental voice, there was the subtle simulation of seductive words, mixed with the emotional resonance ability of a succubus.

As his words stirred, the innumerable deities and souls in the surrounding seawater gradually began to boil.

Densely packed pale human faces appeared around Zhang Rongfang.

Their faces showed anger and hatred.

"You are all failures!" Zhang Rongfang continued. "But being a failure does not mean you are weak!"

"Many existences might be just one step away from success, but because of that tiny distance, you failed."

Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"I feel sorry for you. You are not weak; you were just unlucky, unlucky by that little bit."

Zhang Rongfang made a subtle gesture with his hand.

"And now, I am here. Not out of sympathy, nor to save you. I too have my purpose. However, this purpose can help you while offering you a second chance. A chance for rebirth!"

He spread his arms, his words growing more passionate.

"The suppressed anger of countless years, the loneliness of countless years, the accumulated fear of countless years!! You are no longer what you once were!!"

Hiss...

As he spoke, a black crack gradually appeared and opened at his brow.

"Come!! Let us vent your hatred together!! Take revenge on that lofty Spirit Eye Race!!!"

Zhang Rongfang opened his arms.

The crack at his brow suddenly burst out with an incredibly strong attraction.

The countless spirits in the surrounding seawater roared passionately, wanting to rush into that crack.

But the Sea of Oblivion's power forcibly bound them, preventing their departure.

At this time, Zhang Rongfang exerted additional force.

He and the spirits exerted force together. These mighty spirits, whose consciousness even the Sea of Oblivion could not completely erase after long years, finally broke free one by one and flew into the black crack.

This was the beguilement work Zhang Rongfang did every few days.

The Sea of Oblivion doesn't actually contain seawater; it mainly consists of a base of countless forgotten souls.

Interspersed within this soul material are numerous souls yet to extinguish their self, and deities maintaining their will, known as Spirit People.

The seawater separated flesh and debris, depositing them on the seabed, leaving the light soul bodies.

Be it ordinary spirits or Spirit People spirits, there is essentially no difference.

The only distinction is that Spirit People spirits are larger, while ordinary spirits are denser and tougher.

Each soul able to persist in the Sea of Oblivion is a formidable presence.

Previously, using the Ghost Mansion technique, Zhang Rongfang couldn't seize them.

But this time, he approached directly among the masses, using words to give them strength, give them courage, and then gave an extra push from behind.

This way, the spirits only needed to cross a slight distance to enter his body, becoming a part of the abyss, nourishment for strengthening his consciousness soul.

"Come on.... come on.... I bestow upon you rebirth; we shall forever share life and death....!"

Zhang Rongfang opened his arms, the black crack at his brow, pulling with greater force than ever before.

After Entering the Microcosm, he acquired an ability named Exorcism, able to precisely eliminate the evil spirits in the surrounding seawater.

The more evil, the greater the negative emotions, the more assistance it could gain from him.

As groups of spirits approached him, they rapidly shrank, turning into a line, drilling into the crack at his brow.

In the past, he could only beguile four or five spirits before having to switch locations because only strong enough spirits could break free from the Sea of Oblivion's restraints.

But this time....

With his help, many more spirits could break free from their bonds....

Every second, over ten spirits flew into the crack.

Anger, hatred, fear, pain, despair, countless spirits with negative emotions, under the transformation of the abyssal consciousness, turned into worms of the abyss, descending upon the vast plain within Zhang Rongfang.

Accompanying this, Zhang Rongfang's spiritual power surged rapidly like a rocket.

The martial realm he had just entered quickly stabilized, and the vast spiritual power began to deduce and contemplate toward an even higher level.

Every spirit he transformed, every piece of consciousness became an aid to Zhang Rongfang's thinking.

Providing unconscious computing power to help him solve problems one by one.

In a way, he was like a powerful parallel computer, capable of simultaneously performing tens of thousands of computation tasks.

But it's not enough.... compared to Long, this is far from enough!

Every time Zhang Rongfang recalled that defeat, he understood the vast chasm between him and Long.

And now, the opponent had stagnated, while he was striving to catch up.