The light lasted for several seconds before slowly dimming and disappearing.
What remained at the original location was an Evil Spirit Elephant with only a small portion of its body left.
And a massive, smooth, circular pit on the ground with a diameter of a hundred meters.
The pit was oval-shaped, starting from the point of Zhang Rongfang and extending far away, embedded in the black magma land.
Clap, clap, clap...
Long lightly clapped his hands.
"Quite impressive power. In just one strike, it severely injured an Evil Spirit Elephant at its prime."
It was apparent that he wasn’t too surprised actually.
This was not beyond his previous expectations.
Beside him, Ming remained silent. Such power was insignificant to him. But his main purpose was to test out Qiankun’s strength and foundation.
The previous strike ended too quickly, with a light too dazzling, concealing too many traces, making it impossible to assess Qiankun’s core strength.
"Alright, that’s enough," Long smiled. "Being both Evil Spirit Bodies, we are rare peers on this land. Such power makes you qualified to work with us."
Zhang Rongfang shrank his body, returning to his normal form.
He barely displayed the power of his true form, using only the powers of the devouring Zhaoyu Pavilion and Rongxin, combined with the devouring Evil Spirit Vehicle, and part of his own Blood Lotus, to erupt.
He didn’t use any innate abilities or activate the final form.
Such power didn’t even use up a tenth of his true strength.
Let alone the terrifying devouring and replicating enhancement ability of the ultimate form.
All of this was to keep a trump card ready for critical moments.
The powers of Long and the three kings still remained mysterious to this point. As terrifying beings that could exist for so long in the core of the Sea of Oblivion, the opposite side surely has extremely exaggerated power strength.
Therefore, caution is never too much.
"Let’s go; we’ll continue forward. Next, it’s other Evil Spirit Zones," Ming spoke. "My subordinates have already arranged a grand banquet for us, hoping the King of Bloodline will attend. I wonder..."
"Delighted to," Zhang Rongfang responded.
For the understanding of the Chana Tower, the more the better.
He could sense that Long definitely had some troublesome intentions hidden.
It’s just that for the opening of the passage, he could endure these potentially lurking crises.
As long as he could go home, everything was bearable.
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The banquet was standard, but to Zhang Rongfang’s surprise, the so-called Devil Bodies under the three kings were actually all in the shape of normal humanoids.
Except for the occasional trace of black smoke and evil aura emanating from them, these Devil Bodies were hardly different from living humans.
They were originally Spiritual Line parasites, but after being polluted, relying on luck and strong mental consciousness, maintained their own will, gaining far more power than other Evil Spirit Elephants.
At the banquet, at close range, Zhang Rongfang had already sensed this point.
Every one of these Devil Bodies had a startling power reaction within them.
It felt to him like when he faced the Moon God at its peak years ago in Taoyuan.
Of course, power is power, but how it performs in real combat won’t be known until they come to blows.
What shocked him was, even subordinates like Devil Bodies had such grand power.
The three kings and Long, what level do they truly belong to, it’s really unknown.
Taoyuan.
Within the core of the Sea of Oblivion.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly flew out from a vortex of gray light, gently landing.
He looked back at a group of giant statues a hundred meters tall and took off, not hesitating, charging straight upwards.
He wanted to gather more intelligence from the elder manager and Dipao.
Not long after, shaking off countless black hands chasing behind, he passed through a barrier membrane, returning to the boundary of the ninth layer.
After spending a little time, he found Dipao, dozing off on the rock wall.
"Long time no see. Brought you some good food," Zhang Rongfang tossed a package of wine and meat he just packed from the banquet.
Dipao trembled, his hands spreading open like lightning, accurately catching the flying wine and meat.
Opening the bundle, he deeply sniffed the roasted meat inside. Suddenly, his actions paused.
"This meat... the taste of evil aura... wow... where did you get it from? Such strong evil aura!?"
"Want it? If not, give it back to me," Zhang Rongfang spoke.
"Want it! Better to have something to eat than nothing!" Dipao hurriedly guarded the wine and meat, stuffing it behind his posterior, wedged between the rock wall and his body.
"You’re not afraid of evil aura?" Zhang Rongfang asked, slightly surprised.
"I’m different... coming out from the Sea of Oblivion, any evil aura, any poison, is ineffective on me. They will be dissolved by the decay aura in the sea water." Dipao grabbed a piece of meat leg, chewing voraciously.
"Evil aura is also evil thought, a pollution of the mental and spiritual aspect. It will equally be forgotten."
"Time will decay everything, whether good or evil. Do you understand?"
"That’s an interesting saying... time decay... Is that the essence of the Sea of Oblivion?" Zhang Rongfang raised an eyebrow.
"Sort of. You’ve come to see me, you must have something in mind, just say it." Dipa said nonchalantly.
"I want to ask, what level is Long from Chana Tower? And what are the three secret locks of the Spirit Eye Tribe?" Zhang Rongfang asked directly.
Regarding Dipa, this mysterious person who had provided him with a lot of intel, he felt overall more trustworthy than Chana Tower. Even compared to the mysterious overseer on the fourth layer, his trust was higher.
"Long of Chana Tower? You asked the right person." Dipa suddenly laughed. "Long is the strongest flesh, claimed to be untouchable, like an eternal dream of flesh and blood. Its body is the top crystal painstakingly crafted by the Spirit Eye Tribe, combined with a vast spiritual consciousness from some mysterious descent."
"Wait... You mean this strongest flesh already has a spiritual consciousness occupying the body?" Zhang Rongfang was suddenly taken aback.
"Yes... not sure when it happened, but it existed long, long ago. It’s also the reason why the plans of the Spirit Eye Tribe completely failed." Dipa answered casually.
"Then what about the three secret locks?"
"They are the final seals set by the Spirit Eye Tribe, dubbed the last hope. Those Spirit Eye Tribe folks who fell didn’t tell me about this. I don’t know either." Dipa shook his head, tilted his head back, and took a sip of liquor, looking satisfied.
Although he had no eyes or eyebrows, Zhang Rongfang still noticed the emotion on his face.
"Did any of the fallen you’ve met ever mention how strong the three kings of the Chana Tower are?" Zhang Rongfang, although not very hopeful, still asked.
"No, for that, you either have to experience it yourself or ask someone who’s fought with the three kings. For instance, La from the Eternal Palace." Dipa answered.
"However, back then, the Spirit Eye Tribe proposed creating the absolutely strongest flesh in three directions. The three kings should correspond to those three paths." He thought for a moment and added.
"Three directions, indeed, Long also mentioned this." Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.
"You really met Long!?" Dipa suddenly became shocked, "You’re so bold, not afraid of death?? It’s an eternal body; it can hit you, but you can never touch it! Such an invincible monster, and you’re willing to face it directly?"
"Eternal body...?" Zhang Rongfang felt a chill in his heart.
"The Spirit Eye Tribe’s three directions are the most solid material, the most adaptive material, and the most gentle material. These three paths should correspond to the three kings of Chana Tower.
And Long is the supreme crystal of another set of theories. That is a system of the Spirit Eye Tribe called the Illusion School, built with Long as the theoretical foundation." Dipa explained.
"The interpretation of Long, in Spirit Eye Tribe’s language, means a dream, illusion, non-existent dream, and so on.
As the strongest flesh, no one had any hope for Long’s appearance initially.
The Spirit Eye Tribe’s initial goal was actually the three kings. Only later did an accident occur... that accident..."
Dipa suddenly paused, not continuing.
Zhang Rongfang was absorbed, and at this moment, he also snapped back to reality.
He looked at Dipa and suddenly felt that this guy might not be just an ordinary person climbing up from the Sea of Oblivion as he said.
One must know, even he, so far, dared not to enter the Sea of Oblivion himself, only exploring it through separated bodies.
His intuition warned him multiple times that it was best not to enter the Sea of Oblivion in person.
He believed this warning.
"Anyway, you should avoid contact with the Chana Tower; that place... is very sinister, with deep, deep waters behind it." Dipa kindly reminded. "I am still waiting for you to help me find my name back."
"Thank you for the reminder." Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.
If what Dipa said is true, then he might indeed need to find an opportunity to test the strength of the three kings.
"Each of the three kings represents an absolute rule. If you want to probe, remember to leave a way out. After all, it’s the highest crystal made by the Spirit Eye Tribe to counter the power of the white pupil." Dipa spoke.
"Understood." Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.
After bidding farewell to Dipa, he spread his wings and swiftly flew upwards.
He’s going to find the overseer of the fourth layer and ask the same questions to see if he can obtain more information.
Just as he flew a short distance, he suddenly felt something was off.
The surrounding Taoyuan... seemed smaller than the Taiyuan Rock Wall he had seen before.
Moreover... the rock wall was filled with dead silence, everywhere were soon-to-be shattered Divine Buddha Platforms, looking extremely dilapidated.
With longer flight, Zhang Rongfang’s doubts increased.
Quickly, from the ninth layer to the sixth layer, he deliberately lingered here longer, circled around to investigate.
But everything he saw was completely different from what he had seen before.
The Divine Buddha Platforms were pitifully scarce, everywhere were pits of varying sizes left by fallen platforms.
The Bright God and Celestial God Halls of the Great Spirit were nowhere to be seen!
"Something’s wrong!"
Zhang Rongfang suddenly stopped flying.
He looked around, a terrifying thought suddenly rose from his heart.
"This is not the Qiankun of my interaction zone!!"
But if this isn’t the Great Spirit’s Qiankun, then who was that Dipa I just encountered... !!?
With this thought, Zhang Rongfang burst his wings upward, rushing into the fifth layer.
Sure enough, there wasn’t a trace of Spirit Flying Heaven’s Celestial God Hall on the fifth layer.
This definitely isn’t the Great Spirit’s Qiankun!
He immediately turned around and flew downward at full speed toward the bottom layer.
If this isn’t the Great Spirit’s Qiankun, then who was that Dipa, the guy who was just talking to him!?