"You try it," Zhang Rongfang looked at Hongye.
The latter hesitated not, stepping forward, raising an arm into the celestial light.
Instantly, her arm began to blacken rapidly, emitting white smoke, growing finer and finer.
In no time, the entire arm snapped off, crashing onto the ground.
Hongye hurriedly retreated to the shelter area, her face turning pale, growing a new arm.
"If it were simply the temperature, it shouldn’t have destroyed my arm so quickly. There’s something within this light that utterly destroys all vitality."
Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.
"Continue exploring the surroundings, report any anomalies."
"Understood."
Hongye nodded.
Zhang Rongfang glanced at the endless stream of Super Grade Grandmasters of the Great Spirit emerging from the passage. Under the arrangement of each Bright God, they received black shell cloaks grown on the blood carpet, embarking on exploration missions outside.
"Rest assured, Dao Leader, those who come here are Bloodline Grandmasters with strong regenerative recovery power. Even if they encounter danger, they have highly enhanced survival capabilities." The person responsible for leading the team also emerged, it was none other than Zuo Han.
The Thousand Stone Sect has now been completely transformed into Bloodlines, and Zuo Han, as the Sect Leader, saw a tremendous leap in strength after transformation, almost reaching the Grandmaster realm.
As a Hard Skill Grandmaster, his body’s strength is extremely high, making him more suitable for exploring outside the canopy than other grandmasters.
Additionally, there are masters from the Spirit Court’s official organization, the Blood Rainbow Pavilion.
This group kept their distance, offering a salute to Zhang Rongfang, standing at the edge of the shelter area, observing the external environment.
Regarding everything outside the canopy, they had only recently learned the truth, feeling everything was novel.
Zhang Rongfang was indifferent, turned, and flew back toward the entrance of the interaction zone.
Next, he planned to visit the Sea of Oblivion.
Since the Sea of Oblivion connects all interaction zones, surely, he could quickly obtain a wealth of information from it.
As for the two new acquisitions, Zhaoyu Pavilion and Rongxin, their vast and complex memories also required time to digest slowly.
Passing through the thick canopy, he quickly returned to the intermediate layer.
From the canopy to the ground, there was an endlessly long dark red blood and flesh passage connecting directly to the earth.
This was a special passage he constructed using black spiritual lines mixed with his blood and flesh.
The inner side of the passage was his flesh, meant to prevent the black spiritual line from eroding others.
This kind of passage could only be constructed swiftly within the interaction zone, where the Essence Qi could be unrestrictedly transformed into blood.
Outside the canopy, relying solely on one’s flesh and blood, such a dramatic feat would be impossible.
Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang flapped his wings downwards.
Entering Taoyuan could be achieved by relying on deities to open the Void or via numerous fixed Taoyuan passages that allowed direct entry and exit.
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As Zhang Rongfang returned to the interaction zone.
Outside the Eternal Palace.
At least fifteen teams of various kinds had gathered beneath the tower.
All wore Heart-Burning Furnaces constantly burning and flickering on their chests.
This signified that they were all powerful travel group members who had undergone transformation.
Rustle.
A gray-white paper floated down from the top of the tower.
The paper fell accurately into the hands of every travel group leader present.
Each bore a map with a spot marked with a red X.
"Find the place on the map... The first to find it and report back will receive a complete upgrade of the Martial Arts Atlas!"
An indistinguishable cold voice spread from the paper, penetrating everyone’s ears.
"A full upgrade!?"
"Is it true?? Has the Eternal Palace gone mad?"
"I’ve reached the highest level of the Furnace, can it be exchanged for maintenance?"
"Certainly."
The voice on the paper continuously answered the group’s questions.
This land had long been a desolate field of destruction, some travel groups still sought hope, others had already succumbed to hedonism.
Yet regardless of the type, none would forsake the enormous benefits offered by the Eternal Palace.
The teams began to disperse and set off according to the map.
Amongst the many travel groups, a solitary figure also quietly gazed at the paper in his hand.
Pop.
He suddenly clenched the paper completely, raised his head to look at the towering Eternal Tower.
"It actually is that guy... the location of that monster...." He took a deep breath, striding towards the Eternal Tower.
"I have intelligence to submit!" He raised his right hand, pressing it onto the tower’s surface.
The dim celestial light illuminated the person’s face.
It turned out to be Laf, the leader of the Heartless Travel Group who had just escaped from Zhang Rongfang!
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The Sea of Oblivion.
A blood shadow flapping wings, rapidly flying across the sea’s surface.
He had flown for at least an hour.
This ocean seemed endless, no boundaries in sight.
But at this moment, a faint glimmer of light finally appeared ahead.
The light was entirely gray-white, as if lifeless, dim, and murky.
Zhang Rongfang increased his speed, quickly approaching it.
It was a black island.
In the center stood colossal statues of human figures.
All statues encircled into a round formation, heads bowed solemnly, seemingly praying, or perhaps guarding.
Zhang Rongfang flapped his wings, gently landed on the island’s edge, looking toward the center.
The colossal figures, each towering hundreds of meters, like small mountains, were exceptionally formidable.
Waves surged around, striking the island’s edge with crisp sounds.
Fuzzy, twisted human forms gazed over here from the sea.
They seemed to crave something, longing to set foot on this island, yet dared not come too close.