Chapter 781 - 781: 731 Schemes 2

"We can't fight him. So, let's use the coordinates he gave." Ming said in a deep voice.

"I will input the coordinates. After all, I don't believe Long would seek his own death, so the rumors Ounan mentioned before should be wrong," La replied.

Her words suddenly took a turn, instantly making everyone's hearts skip a beat.

A hint of tension flashed in everyone's eyes.

Because this was a code.

When La spoke like this, it meant Long's consciousness was monitoring here. So...

"Then let's begin inputting. I also don't believe Long would intentionally set the coordinates on White Eye, that would be seeking his own death. So, everyone must have misunderstood him," Fen spoke.

"Palace Master La, how long will it take to properly activate after the coordinates are input?" Ounan asked in a low voice.

"Three days of preparation will suffice. We need to be ready for various emergency plans, such as sudden interference or obstacles during transmission," La quickly answered.

"Understood. If there's any need, please inform us promptly." Over the past two hundred years, Ounan inherited a large amount of machinery and materials from the Spirit Eye Race's Secret Keepers. Because of his unique bloodline, he could greatly amplify the power of these Spirit Eye instruments, making his Human Alliance the most significant research aid to La in the union.

"Thank you for your kindness." La nodded.

At this moment, everyone seemed to believe there was no issue with Long's coordinates. But in fact, they had already prepared contingency plans long ago.

From this moment, everything became a game of calculations and strategies between them and Long.

Long needed them to complete the final activation and calculation projects.

And they needed to consider how to replace the coordinates right under Long's nose.

Yes.

From the start, they decided to design a hidden system within the entire channel activation system.

The purpose of this hidden system was only one thing.

To distort and alter the coordinates, replacing them with the one they originally determined.

Because Long himself was the highest creation of the Spirit Eye Race, to prevent his terrifying computational ability from discovering this.

This hidden system essentially did not exist and was not activated.

Only until the last moment before activating the channel would La input and instantly activate the replacement.

Before that, they must fully cooperate with Long's every move.

"Everyone, the final moment is approaching. To save time, you may gather those who wish to leave now," La reminded.

The people present exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

Aside from the missing Secret Keepers, the scene now seemed to take them back to the time they dealt with the Blood Alliance.

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Taoyuan.

Countless black and red cracks extended upward along the Sea of Oblivion.

The cracks rushed past the ninth layer, swiftly advancing into the eighth layer.

Wherever they passed, the Divine Buddha Platform crawled with large patches of black and red flesh.

The air began to diffuse strands of chaotic, brutal, mad evil aura.

Yet, Zhang Rongfang at this time was completely oblivious to these. He was immersed in the joy of another surge in his Spiritual Power.

If his spiritual will was one before awakening the Abyss Bloodline, then by now, his Spiritual Power had climbed to three hundred!

With every devoured shadow soul, their Spiritual Power, continually honed and battled, produced transparent soul essence, which would increase Zhang Rongfang's Spiritual Power.

Among them, the White Light Holy Soul could add a significant boost.

In a sense, those Holy Souls he granted with bloodlines were actually considered Abyss Children.

They were him, and he was them.

The growth of the Abyss Children equated to Zhang Rongfang's growth.

This was the most terrifying aspect of this bloodline talent.

Now in the Sea of Oblivion.

The sea had already reduced to half, and even this half-water turned much lighter than before, from black to gray.

Yet occasionally, the seawater bizarrely turned back to black.

"I... felt it..."

This time, Zhang Rongfang, relying purely on himself, vaguely perceived that blurred existence belonging to the Format Space.

When the soul consciousness elevated to a certain height, it could sense the existence of the Format Space.

And preliminarily touch that mysterious existence of the Format Gate.

Previously, because Long destroyed Nabux, causing him to lose his temper and fought Long fiercely.

Although he lost and went into hiding eventually, Long also consumed heavily, not daring to further pursue.

Both sides tacitly agreed to a truce.

And now...

Zhang Rongfang finally, relying on himself, once again found the ticket to enter the Format Space.

He floated in the Sea of Oblivion, looking up, dimly glimpsing a faint white light above the sea, shining, swirling.

In that white light, he faintly sensed a trace of the spiritual fluctuation belonging to Elder Ling.

After two hundred years, a strand of sentiment surged in Zhang Rongfang's heart.

He finally, legitimately, acquired the qualification to enter the Format Space.

Whoosh!!

The fierce wind howled above the Sea of Oblivion, countless blood-red winds blowing and swirling, quickly coalescing into a semi-transparent, indistinct human figure.

The figure was covered with black and red eyeballs, on a gray background, without facial features, without clothes, appearing just like a jelly figure.

This was now Zhang Rongfang's form.

Or rather, his soul form.

He raised his head, slowly approaching that radiance.

All the prior expectations and preparations failed at this moment. Everything fell through the moment he neared the white light.