"This is the mark of our Blood Alliance, please keep it well. If you encounter tricky figures from the Eternal Palace or Chana Tower, you can present this item. The three of us have long had an agreement," Zhang Rongfang explained.
The three of them caught the Blue Flower and placed it in their sleeves.
"Thank you, Daoist Ancestor," the three expressed their gratitude together.
"From now on, you can enjoy special treatment in the three places, second only to mine. In the face of danger, you can go to the location of the Blood Carpet, and the Blood Lotus will spontaneously guard you. The Blood Carpet will also heal your injuries.
Furthermore, Youquan is freely open to the three of you, and there is no need to mention money," Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.
At this height, all three are in the Extreme Realm, already high-ranking figures, lacking nothing in terms of food, clothing, shelter, and transport.
Their true desire is not enjoyment, but something unattainable within the Extreme Realm itself.
Meng Qian and Damir are both adherents of the Extreme Law, which emphasizes rules to an extreme degree. They emphasize the core rules of the heart, attempting to establish an extremely orderly surrounding environment, allowing no variables.
But there can be no rules without variables in this world.
Hence, whether it’s Meng Qian or Damir, once released, they will tirelessly establish their forces to acquire and maintain unchanging powerful strength.
Both of them are idealists who, on the surface, appear extremely normal, as if they never let their emotions go.
But this very normalcy is the greatest abnormality.
The first two value rules immensely, enduring all other desires to restore the inner original view, and will train obsessively to grow stronger.
But Emperor Jiang is different from them.
"Is there anything Emperor Jiang wishes to do?" Zhang Rongfang asked aloud.
"I have already understood, yet cannot escape from it..." Emperor Jiang said somberly.
He actually had realized that Jun’Er doesn’t exist at all, but is a figment of his imagination, and everything about Jun’Er is just what he imagines should appear in his heart.
So, in the moment of understanding all of this, he felt despair.
"Sir, do you know why people are people? How is someone a truly living person?" Zhang Rongfang inquired with a smile.
"Essence, Qi, Spirit—when these three are combined, that is a person," Emperor Jiang replied.
"Then does Jun’Er possess Essence, Qi, and Spirit?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"The first two are present, but Spirit..." Emperor Jiang hesitated.
"Have you considered that if you think Jun’Er is your illusion, then why can’t it be that Jun’Er, borrowing your imagination, manifests from the depths of your consciousness?" Zhang Rongfang’s words struck like a bell, thoroughly awakening Emperor Jiang.
"Whether Jun’Er is yourself is not the right question to ask. When parents give birth to children, their flesh, blood, and spirit are all passed on; do the children then become an extension of the parents, no longer individual entities?"
Emperor Jiang was as if struck by lightning, his eyes flickering with bloody light.
He stood in silence for a long time, with Jun’Er watching him in concern, speaking not a word.
Finally, after more than ten minutes, he suddenly let out a long laugh, all worry gone from his face.
"Truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth, only the present matters to me, as the past and future are beyond reach—only the here and now exists!"
"Senior is truly enlightened," Zhang Rongfang congratulated.
At this moment, it was clear that the concentration of bloodline within Emperor Jiang was rapidly increasing at an exaggerated speed.
This enhancement was nearing the ancestral level he was currently at!
In this state, new changes had appeared.
He did not know what had happened to Emperor Jiang, but it was evident that the intense stimulation of spirit and consciousness, combined with the fusion of blood Essence Qi, caused a qualitative chemical transformation.
"Thank you, Daoist Ancestor, for dispelling my doubts. Truly, those who have achieved this are remarkable!" Emperor Jiang and Jun’Er expressed their heartfelt gratitude with cupped fists.
"You are too kind," Zhang Rongfang replied.
A red shadow flickered, and the three of them left Celestial Lotus Palace in succession.
Zhang Rongfang stayed in place, taking a long exhale.
He hoped for more immortals like Meng Qian, Emperor Jiang, and Damir, and the more powerful, the better.
They all carry his bloodline, so as long as they do not perish, neither will he.
Every step they take in becoming stronger can feedback into him, becoming his inspiration and resources for further advancement.
This is the terror of the ultimate being.
Next.
He closed his eyes slightly and began to reconsolidate the massive abilities acquired from numerous bloodlines during this period, integrating them.
He had been working on this for a long time.
As the bloodlines grew stronger, many in the Extreme Realm had unearthed powerful abilities from deep within their bloodlines and combined them with their own souls, resulting in many peculiar changes.
This caused the mutant abilities on Zhang Rongfang to suddenly surpass three figures in number.
To convert these vast abilities into strength and utilize them effectively.
Zhang Rongfang enhanced his mental ability, merging and recreating.
Finally, during this period, he developed an offensive and defensive comprehensive cultivation technique, capable of various abilities.
Its name is... Guiding Immortal Light!
This Martial Arts is destined to reveal exceptionally practical powerful abilities in the future.
Standing in Celestial Lotus Palace, Zhang Rongfang contemplated for a moment.
Closing his eyes, he opened the attribute panel.
Besides a plethora of various Martial Arts powers and talents.
He allocated all the hundreds of accumulated attribute points overwhelmingly to his life value.
The frantic increase in life points caused a peculiar transformation in his entire being.
The activity, lifespan, strength, and recovery power of the cells, once again improved.
And most crucially, the subsequent innate abilities belonging to the Nine Phoenixes began to continuously emerge within the special abilities.
This was the comprehensive enhancement that Zhang Rongfang initiated only after he felt he had perfectly mastered all his previous abilities.
At this moment, his life points directly increased to 4100. The rest that didn’t exceed a hundred he didn’t allocate.
And the acquired special abilities all belonged to the branch abilities of the Nine Phoenix bloodline.
These abilities are: ’Nine Heads, Yin Soul Communication, Ghostly Domain, Icy Corruption, Extreme Cold Blood, Underworld Transformation.’
A total of six aspects.
The variations induced by these six abilities rapidly began to manifest on his body.
Egg-sized blood lumps continuously bulged and dissolved on Zhang Rongfang’s skin, as if countless blisters formed from burns.
Meanwhile, behind him, streams of black energy were appearing out of thin air, forming a vortex.
Faintly, there was a cacophony of ghostly wails and divine laments emerging from the vortex.
This was the effect of the Ghostly Domain ability.
Centered around Zhang Rongfang, the ground started to spread thread-like white frost in all directions. This was influenced by the Extreme Cold Blood and Icy Corruption abilities.
The white frost gradually extended throughout the Celestial Lotus Palace, swiftly freezing the enormous blood lotus outside entirely.
The white chill did not halt, but began radiating, expanding towards the entire Yuan City with the blood lotus at its center.
In just ten minutes.
The faint white chill, along with a special calming sensation, quietly permeated the entirety of Yuan City.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang, standing in the Celestial Lotus Palace, slowly opened his eyes.
The blood flame in his eyes gradually acquired a tinge of black.
This was the ability of Yin Soul Communication.
’Is this the special ability to see yin souls? Is it possible that there really are yin souls?’
With anticipation in his heart, he took a step forward and suddenly appeared at the palace gate, looking downwards from a height.
The entirety of Yuan City, with its houses, vehicles, and crowds was densely packed and orderly, resembling an enormous sand table.
Yet, in this gigantic sand table, occasionally wisps of black energy would soar skyward.
This black energy had a human face but no body, its form merely a long smoke trail.
Around it, no one could see its presence, not even those with the bloodline.
’Is that a yin soul?’ Zhang Rongfang grew curious, beckoning lightly at the human-faced black smoke.
The ability originating from the Ghostly Domain promptly controlled that human-faced black smoke to fly towards him.
As the distance closed, Zhang Rongfang’s brows knitted tightly.
Strange and chaotic noises started to reverberate at his ears.
It was as if many people were shouting chaotically, as countless insects were screeching frenziedly, a feeling of frustration and nausea welled up inside him.
’What’s going on?’ Zhang Rongfang’s frown deepened.
Even if it truly was a yin soul, such a minor entity, in life comparable to an ant, how could it exert such a significant negative impact after death?
Something felt decidedly off.
As the human-faced black smoke drew closer, the cacophony grew louder, more piercing.
Suddenly, the human-faced black smoke paused in front of him, stopping face to face.
From its deep-set eyes, countless bizarre images flickered incessantly.
Gray, nebulous, chaotic, humanoid yet twisted strange creatures continually flashed in its eyes.
Zhang Rongfang attempted to discern from those eyes what these flickering things were.
Damage, to him, was of no concern.
He wanted to figure out how an average yin soul could influence a powerhouse of his caliber.
But before he could see clearly, the intuition warning in his attribute column suddenly updated with a new alert.
’Intuitive Warning: You are currently connecting with a special world long destroyed through the ability of Yin Soul Communication. A chaotic aberrant force that annihilates all life is attempting to corrode your body....’
Gazing into those eyes, Zhang Rongfang sought to identify what those flickering things were.
Yet as he prolonged his stare, he gradually saw, in the depths of those eyes, a gray, completely barren, deathly silent world.
No land, no sky, no living beings, only a field of gray. The gray, viscous liquid pervaded everywhere.
Occasionally these liquids shapeshifted into eerie faces, forms, shapes, unleashing an indescribable special power outwardly.
This power, just by observation, began causing Zhang Rongfang’s eyes to wither, shrink, as if dehydrating, aging over time.
Bang!!
Suddenly, the human-faced black smoke exploded entirely, dissipating into a cloud of black mist.
Zhang Rongfang withdrew his hand, closing his eyes, his pupils returning to their full, bright state.
Just moments ago, feeling something amiss, he decisively smashed the human-faced black smoke before him.
With the soul plundering ability, a mere touch condensed the entire human-faced black smoke into a small, rhombus-shaped black crystal.
Reopening his eyes, he suddenly sensed that peculiar decayed power just now seemed quite akin to the type found within the Sea of Oblivion.
’That world connected by yin souls, dead silent, chaotic, with a strong decaying force... let’s temporarily name it the Decaying World. Perhaps those involved in constructing the Sea of Oblivion would have insight into the source of such power.’