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Sea of Oblivion.

The once vast Sea of Oblivion now resembles a swelling tumor, with large patches of black-red flesh pulsating along its edges, spreading and growing.

Zhang Rongfang occasionally detaches from the abyss within his body, accelerating the absorption of surrounding souls.

At times, he immerses himself in the internal cavity of the abyss, amidst battles of numerous human-faced worms.

Since the appearance of the first Holy Soul, half a month has passed.

In this half month, the number of souls he has absorbed has become hard to remember.

Millions? Tens of millions? Perhaps more.

A corner of the Sea of Oblivion, approximately one-tenth of the area, is showing signs of color fading.

Countless souls now realize there is hope for escape here, and all frantically surge toward this corner.

Zhang Rongfang feels the vast number of souls within him, sensing his consciousness and spiritual power ascending rapidly like a rocket.

Initially filled with joy, his mind gradually calms down.

'Relying solely on numbers won't combat Long. I must elevate to the Entering the Microcosm level.'

His mind shifts.

Suddenly, a black whirlwind naturally arises above the Sea of Oblivion.

This is merely a natural phenomenon triggered by a slight movement of his consciousness.

In interactive zones like Taoyuan, where potential can be manifested, a pure consciousness can achieve many things.

'So how can the Entering the Microcosm level be elevated?' He recalls what Ling said in the formatted space.

Extremely pure and refined spiritual power.

Isn't this similar to the evolution process of the abyss's Holy Soul?

Suddenly, he comprehends.

This is the alignment. The purer it is, the more controllable, the more it can be refined to the limit.

He now has a two-digit number of Holy Souls within him.

Time in the abyss's internal cavity seems to flow much faster than outside. In this brief half month, the human-faced worms have reincarnated hundreds, thousands of times.

As the base number grows larger, the abyss's cavity also expands.

Occupying more and more of the Sea of Oblivion's space.

With continuous bloodline endowments, species in the abyss also gradually flourish.

Devils, demons, nether demons, with increasing forms and stronger capabilities.

As the cavity grows larger, the originally fading seawater of the Sea of Oblivion slowly begins to blacken again.

"What is this?" Dipaw mumbles at the edge of the platform, watching the changes in the seawater below.

Now, Zhang Rongfang's big disturbance has become his daily source of novelty and interest.

One moment, there's an explosion here.

Another moment, it's glowing over there.

The vast abyss larva always manages to create various disturbances for myriad reasons.

Dipaw watches with relish.

Only this time, the sea turning black again seems somewhat different from before.

Because.... he suddenly notices, at the edge of the gigantic stomach, dense fleshy tendrils are growing.

These tendrils climb silently and stealthily up the stone walls, with great concealment.

"Old Zhang, are you still there?" Dipaw shouts loudly.

With a crash.

The massive stomach below suddenly swells up with a face stretching thousands of meters.

"I'm fine, my friend." Zhang Rongfang replies.

The breath he exhales resembles a hurricane, causing the entire Chenxi Palace to tremble slightly.

"...." Dipaw tightly grasps the platform's guardrail, his body blown upward like a kite without a string.

"You better stop talking, I'm afraid for my life!" Dipaw yells.

"Sorry." Zhang Rongfang responds.

In just a short while, his face grows larger again.

As time passes, his speed at devouring the Sea of Oblivion seems to increase.

This seems like an acceleration, faster and faster.

"Goodness." Dipaw falls down, crashing onto the stone platform, and breathes a sigh of relief.

"You sure made a racket, huh?" he shouts.

"Big racket? Let's talk this way." Zhang Rongfang's voice directly rings in his mind this time.

This is the mind communication specialty of Illithid bloodline, also known as mental communication.

"What are you trying to do? Making such a racket, planning to swallow the entire Sea of Oblivion?" Dipaw complains.

"How could that be?" Zhang Rongfang chuckles, "I should stop when I'm full.... One Sea of Oblivion isn't enough?"

"When will you be full?" Dipaw glances at the massive stomach below, now occupying all nearby sea surfaces, speechless.

"I don't know either, but soon, it should be soon." Zhang Rongfang speaks truthfully.

Up to now, the attributes brought by the Holy Soul have granted him a new innate ability.

This propels him another step toward the complete form of the abyss.

"That's good, I really fear you'll cause an event too significant to handle." Dipaw sighs.

"Don't worry, what significant event could I cause? My actions are very gentle." Zhang Rongfang argues.

"Alright, I'll trust you." Dipaw says exasperatedly, sighing as he rises and heads towards Chenxi Palace behind him.

"!!???"

Suddenly he halts, standing still in shock, unable to move.

Before him, the once magnificent and commanding palace was now completely covered and wrapped in large patches of black-red flesh.

Except for the platform where he lay, the rest of the palace was covered with a layer of black-red flesh grown with countless eyeballs.

"I... is this what you call gentle!!?" The figure pointed at his beloved palace, his voice trembling temporarily.

"Don't worry... I'm just here to take a break." Zhang Rongfang's voice echoed in his mind.

"I mean no harm, it's just...."

Inside the palace, a tall humanoid figure covered entirely in blood-red eyes was slowly floating, approaching this side.

The space around the figure naturally twisted, blurring the light.

The figure's throat gulped, even before the other approached, he felt a scorching, stabbing sensation all over his body.

He clearly saw that the space around the humanoid was starting to slowly turn red.

"You... this guy.... is a bit abnormal!!"

"No, I'm fine, very normal. Ever since being defeated by Long, I've been contemplating every moment on how to catch up. He's too powerful, the kind of micro-level precision has reached the extreme below the atomic level. It's a realm I cannot comprehend."

Zhang Rongfang replied.

The abyssal path is not the martial arts path, so he is not clear about his current situation.

According to phase division, the abyss's bloodline is divided into four parts: nascent form, juvenile form, complete form, and final form.

The juvenile and complete forms are the longest stages, but can be accelerated by devouring large amounts of high-quality souls.

And fortunately, for this abyssal juvenile form, the Sea of Oblivion is like a mouse falling into a vat of rice—it's a grain warehouse for sure.

Countless powerful souls day after day seeking redemption here.

"What is an atom, I don't know." The figure swallowed, "But I feel like you seem.... a bit wrong..."

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and examined himself.

"Your power seems to be polluting the whole space of Taoyuan...." The figure quickly opened his mouth to say.

"Is it? That should be the effect of my power growing too fast, causing a recessed space effect. Just like the gravitational distortion phenomenon caused by a super dense planet. This is quite normal." Zhang Rongfang was indifferent.

'But I feel as if it's not....' The figure knew the concept of planets, and wanted to say more.

But Zhang Rongfang's figure suddenly flashed and vanished from the spot.

With his disappearance, the space dyed red still left a faint red, and even started spreading continuously towards the surroundings.

"....." The figure was speechless.

He moved closer, reached out to gently touch the reddened space.

But touched nothing, the striking red seemed like an illusion.

"Untouchable....??!"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, quickly turned around, ran to the edge of the platform, and looked down.

Below, the Sea of Oblivion had completely transformed into a black-red fleshy ocean.

A fleshy sea.

The remaining areas of the sea surface were rapidly being covered by the huge fleshy stomach sac.

And in the air, countless strands of red, like mirror cracks, were continuously spreading upwards, extending towards the upper part of Taoyuan.

He raised his head, sensing upwards.

At the end of his senses, the red had extended to the ninth layer, and was still going upwards.

"Damn.... there's going to be a big event!!"

A sudden ominous premonition surged in his heart.

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The surface.

Eye of the Earth.

In front of a roof-tilted, strange pure white building.

The high ranks of Eternal Palace, Spirit Alliance, and Human Alliance gathered here.

La, Fen, Ounan, and many elite subordinates stood dispersed behind the trio.

At a glance, there were no less than a hundred people, all gathered here.

"Energy core charge completed, the third secret lock completely unlocked, next is to determine the coordinates." La said calmly.

Her gaze swept over the crowd present.

Raising her right hand, she held a purple diamond crystal in her palm.

"Chana Tower has already sent the coordinates over."

"Correction, not sent by us." Suddenly, a voice came from the side of the crowd.

Under the shimmering purple light, three figures also emerged, appearing in the vacant spot already left for them.

The three, one entirely pale, wore a white dress.

One made entirely of black flying insects.

And one half-transparent, showing a colorful, dazzling hue.

The three giants of Chana Tower, the Three Evil Kings, Ophelia, Nether, Ladi Lan.

"Been waiting for you." La nodded, showing no surprise.

"Thanks for the guidance from Lady Ophelia last time." Fen from Spirit Alliance even slightly bowed to Ophelia.

"No need for courtesy, everyone gathered together for one goal, so naturally the stronger each of us is, the better." Ophelia said gently. If ignoring those little insects crawling in and out of her nose, mouth, and eye corners, anyone would feel her warmth and nobility at the moment.

"The coordinates were sent by Long." Ladi Lan proactively spoke, which was rare. "Perhaps he's long known we're plotting against him, but he doesn't care. So, this coordinate, we must input to confirm, otherwise everyone here will die."

"Yes, Long is invincible. Everything was fine before, but from now on, everyone must rely on their skills." La nodded slightly.

The coming of the white pupil would destroy the world, and offending Long, it equally had the power to destroy the world.

So they must be cautious, cautious, and more cautious.