Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 597: 560 Finale, Part 2

Zhang Rongfang watched the black Daoist in the field being relentlessly beaten, covered in blood, his heart contemplating the doubts that had just emerged.

"Aren’t you going to help?" Ran Xinyue couldn’t help but ask from the side. "He looks like he can’t hold on much longer."

"Indeed... It seems that in terms of willpower and mental strength, one still needs a good bit of tempering..." Zhang Rongfang watched the black Daoist, currently unable to move.

This battle should perhaps indeed be compared to the first time he faced Spirit General Sang Lan.

Wasn’t he the same back then? Also suppressed by divine and spiritual will, unable to move and just beaten.

’No wonder the Extreme Realm can only rely on insanity to resist divine and spiritual will... This gap is truly immense.’

Zhang Rongfang sighed deeply. Watching the black Daoist’s arm being forcibly broken and torn.

He finally took a step forward.

Kong Fan had long noticed this side, his eyes now silver-white, in the Descent of the God state, suddenly pausing his movements, turning and pouncing.

His massive six-meter tall body, like a giant beast, bore down upon the mere 1.8-meter Zhang Rongfang.

"Die!!!"

The huge shadow engulfed the surroundings, rapidly expanding.

Zhang Rongfang looked up, revealing a smile.

Swish!!!

In an instant, a flash of blood.

He had already slipped past Kong Fan’s side, gently landing on the floor behind him.

Talent for speed, combined with the Limit-Breaking Skill for space reduction, instantly activating the Divine Unite Extreme State.

One strike.

Boom!!!

Kong Fan’s entire body crashed heavily to the ground, sending a circle of air flow rippling.

His six-meter-tall body now had a huge hole in the center of its waist and abdomen.

The void nearly hollowed out his entire torso, leaving only a ring of outer skin hanging around.

The blood, flesh, organs, and spiritual line inside it were completely emptied by the single move.

Blood continued to gush from the bottom of Kong Fan’s body, spreading.

But oddly, the blood did not flow chaotically, but rather transformed like living entities into blood serpents, crawling to Zhang Rongfang’s feet, climbing up his ankles, merging into his skin.

As it turned out, this wasn’t Kong Fan’s blood at all, but Zhang Rongfang’s own blood!

"I... unwilling..." Kong Fan now lay prone on the ground, his head tilted, the silver in his eyes swiftly fading, reverting to normal human eyes.

"You’re too weak..." All the blood under Zhang Rongfang’s feet was completely absorbed, his entire being as clean and neat as at the beginning, as if he had never acted.

"Does the Sea Dragon have no one stronger?"

He stepped up to Kong Fan’s face side, asking condescendingly.

"The Sea Dragon God... won’t spare... you!!" Kong Fan gritted his teeth, uttering his last words.

Soon, the gloss in his eyes gradually faded. His entire body started to darken, collapse, like deflation, turning into piles of black ash, scattered by the wind.

"Sect master, I have let you down!" The black Daoist beside picked up his right hand from the ground, refixed it, walked to Zhang Rongfang, and bowed his head in apology.

"It’s not your fault. If your Immortal Technique completes the final Blood River, then you’ll be able to act freely under divine and spiritual pressure, forcibly negating it. Go back and cultivate well."

Zhang Rongfang glanced at the large cavity in the black Daoist’s chest, which by now had recovered to only fist-sized.

He had a rough idea of the recovery speed and self-healing ability of these first-generation bloodline descendants.

As long as the head isn’t blasted, any other part of the body can be quickly restored to normal after being smashed.

It must be said that the only difference between the first-generation bloodline and the god-worshipers is the weakness of the head.

Worshipers, even as Spirit Guards, have no weaknesses other than the Spirit Core; even if the head is blasted, it can quickly regenerate.

So, the weakness of worshipers lies in the Spirit Core, and the weakness of bloodline descendants lies in the head.

"Let’s go, make a good search; see if there’s anything else here. If there are any divine statues, texts, or similar items, don’t touch them; just call me over."

"Understood!" The black Daoist nodded, a simple search task was naturally no problem.

"Make sure to replenish your strength, or once you return, you’ll only have pork to eat." Zhang Rongfang added.

The black Daoist paused momentarily, understanding the implied meaning.

At this time, as Zhang Rongfang spoke with the black Daoist, Ran Xinyue stood on another side, continually recalling that instant just now.

In that instant, Zhang Rongfang made his move, instantly killing the God Descended Grandmaster Kong Fan.

The divine and spiritual pressure from the other party seemed nonexistent in his eyes.

Thinking about this point, she couldn’t help but look at Zhang Rongfang again. ’If he can instantly kill Kong Fan, who is stronger than me, does that mean... he only needs a moment to kill me too?!’

Once this thought emerged, she couldn’t suppress it.

Even though Ran Xinyue knew Zhang Rongfang wouldn’t act against her, facing him again her heart inevitably jumped.

Luckily, she no longer compared herself with the other. How can a human compare with a monster in sheep’s clothing?

Now, she gladly referred to Zhang Rongfang as the God of Sheep!

Where he passed, everything became sheep! He was no longer an ordinary sheep...

Standing at the back, Ran Xinyue watched Zhang Rongfang already walking deeper into the Jade Buddha Temple, her gaze complicated and inexplicable.

But soon she shook her head, quickly following him.

Inside the Jade Buddha Temple.

Some monks who hadn’t managed to escape were quickly caught and killed by the Bloodline of the Human Immortal Temple.

From a hidden cellar, they also found several warehouses holding imprisoned beauties.

Most of these beauties were under sixteen, and there were both males and females, even young boys who had been castrated.

A substantial number of those rescued were already mentally deranged, difficult to recover. The rest wore confused expressions; some had been so conditioned that they timidly obeyed orders, only capable of repeatedly dancing, stripping, and dancing again like livestock.

Zhang Rongfang assigned a few people to escort these individuals back to Wushan, then continued the search.

Finally, beneath a tunnel on the other side of a stone wall, they discovered a small underground palace.

The palace was empty, clearly with no time to arrange anything.

Only a black stone statue over a meter tall stood silently in the deepest part.

"Master, according to what those people said, this is where they worship the Sea Dragon God. They come down every three days, using a mix of live humans and livestock for the rituals," reported Ding Yu, disgust and anger evident in his eyes during the recount of the investigation.

He had killed countless people by now, his hands wrapped in layers of dried blood scabs.

"How does vengeance feel?" Zhang Rongfang didn’t enter immediately but looked at this disciple he had taken in long ago.

"It feels satisfying, but... now, Master, my heart feels empty... I don’t know what to do next..." Ding Yu lowered his head, his expression inexplicable.

"You need something new to fill the space once occupied by hatred," Zhang Rongfang said calmly. "Think it over carefully."

He said no more and took the lead into the underground palace.

Inside the dim underground palace.

In the space over ten meters long and wide, countless blue-black ocean wave patterns were carved into the deepest black stone wall.

A meter in front of the stone wall, the black statue stood tall.

Zhang Rongfang moved forward step by step until he stopped five meters from the statue.

’Be careful, the Sea Dragon God is not a Residual God, but a Bright God with some followers and devotees! Stronger than a Stone God!’ Bai Ling’s voice rang in his ear.

’A Bright God?’

"The hierarchy of gods and Buddhas is clearly delineated, as I told you before. From type, they are divided into Innate Gods and Flesh Gods. I am a Flesh God.

But this is just type. In terms of hierarchy, there’s a subtle division among us. The hierarchy is quite evident." Bai Ling started her lecture once more.

Since discovering Zhang Rongfang’s strength was growing at an astonishing rate, her entire focus had been on him.

Moreover, due to being linked with Zhang Rongfang, her own Void had expanded and refined considerably.

This made her much more comfortable and concurrently improved her attitude towards Zhang Rongfang.

’Please go on,’ Zhang Rongfang listened intently.

’Gods and Buddhas can be divided into two levels based on hierarchy: Bright Gods and Secret Gods,’ Bai Ling replied.

"These are two very significant hierarchies. Bright Gods usually outmatch Secret Gods by far. Initially, this categorization followed the directories of the Great Spirit’s Ming Sect and Secret Sect.

But as gods and Buddhas evolved, with varying numbers of followers, Bright Gods became increasingly stronger while Secret Gods became weaker.

Ultimately, Secret Gods weren’t free to develop followers at will, whereas Bright Gods were legal, leading to a quicker development pace.

Of course, the gap wasn’t absolute, as a small number of Innate Gods among Secret Gods secretly amassed numerous followers, existing almost semi-legally.

When your master revised the religious code last time, this point was noted, and the few most powerful Secret Gods were reclassified as Neutral Gods.’

Bai Ling explained at length.

’Neutral Gods?’ Zhang Rongfang repeated.

’The most famous Neutral God I know is the Moon God.’ Bai Ling replied, ’Initially, the Moon God was so powerful that even though the Spirit Court classified it as a Secret God, they always turned a blind eye to its missionary development, so reclassifying it was normal.’

’I see... Then what about the Bright Gods? Are there further divisions?’ Zhang Rongfang curiously asked.

’Yes, Bright Gods are divided into several types. Long ago, they were classified as Spirit Attached Forms, Subordinate Gods, Principal Gods, and Creator Gods. But after the Great Spirit unified the world, the hierarchy followed the Spirit Flying Church’s standards.

The Spirit Flying Church included all gods and Buddhas of the world within its own sect, known collectively as the Seventy-Seven Earth Mothers and Ninety-nine Celestial Gods. Almost every Bright God could find their position here.

Those unwilling to assume a divine position were classified as Secret Gods.’ Bai Ling provided a thorough explanation.

While listening to the explanation, Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled an odd matter. A coincidence? Or...

’Bai Ling, have you heard of Celestial Venerable Yujing’s divine name?’ He quickly asked.

’The Creator God of the Great Dao Teaching, of course, I’ve heard of it. But...’ Bai Ling paused, ’Creator Gods are mysterious, akin to emperors compared to lesser officials. The gap is significant, and I’ve only heard that Celestial Venerable Yujing never allocated Spirit Generals during my time.’

’Never allocated Spirit Generals?’ Zhang Rongfang’s heart skipped a beat. ’And now?’

’I don’t know now.’

’What about my master’s Spirit General position...’ Zhang Rongfang didn’t finish, but Bai Ling fell silent, no longer responding on the topic. Clearly, she had similar suspicions.

’To return to the earlier topic, the hierarchy is simple. Secret Gods are divided into Residual Gods and Complete Secret Gods.

Bright Gods are divided into Earth Mothers, Celestial Gods, God Masters, and Spirit Flying Heaven, four levels.

The Sea Dragon God belongs to the category of Earth Mothers among the Bright Gods.’

’Is it female?’ Zhang Rongfang couldn’t help but focus on the lower portion of the Sea Dragon God’s statue.

Boom!!

In an instant, a mass of azure waves erupted before his eyes, engulfing his entire vision.

Gray and white mist mingled with azure water, quickly spread and surrounded, completely submerging the entire underground palace.

’Watch out! She’s here!!’ Bai Ling’s urgent voice swiftly rang out.