Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 563 - 529 One Step 1

Regarding Ding Yu, Zhang Rongfang does not want to break his promise, but now his position is awkward, and no matter what he does, he faces a dilemma.

It’s not just Ding Yu; there’s also the followers of the Rebel Sect under his command.

Originally, it was to retaliate against the deities and Buddhas that they were so loyal to him. But now...

Zhang Rongfang sighed in his heart.

’It seems we’ll have to wait for the future, find an opportunity to get Yue Shi out of it.’ It’s just... if Yue Shi continues on this path...

He did not continue to think through the subsequent assumptions.

He refocused his attention on the attributes panel before him.

Zhang Rongfang looked toward the slowly emerging new wording in the trait talent section.

At the very bottom of all talents, a new line of writing gradually emerged from faint to clear.

’Super Hearing - Blood Echo.’

"???" What kind of talent is this?

Zhang Rongfang was puzzled; purely from the wording, he could not discern what this talent meant, nor did his body experience any changes.

He quickly concentrated his attention on this talent.

’Your hearing has seen a slight increase. If a Bloodline mentions your name or title from afar, Blood Echo will provide a brief voice feedback.’

The talent hint contained only this information.

"..." Zhang Rongfang suddenly fell silent.

This ability is somewhat akin to a certain special power he had heard of before.

Similarly, as long as someone mentioned a name, one could hear the subsequent content. Just that this is limited to Bloodline.

From all previous abilities, coupled with the new talent at this moment, Zhang Rongfang suddenly had a peculiar feeling.

He seemed to be moving toward the path of a pure Blood God.

’No.... The gods and Buddhas of this world are more like some kind of extraterrestrial visitors, even if they’re Blood Gods....’

Zhang Rongfang instinctively sensed the Blood God mark in the blood lotus on his back.

But what stunned him was that the Blood God pattern within the blood lotus had remarkably shrunk compared to before.

If previously it was the size of a fist, now it was at most the size of an egg.

The shrinkage was very evident.

’What’s going on here!?’

His thoughts flickered in his mind; this current ability, while useful, indeed did not significantly enhance his personal strength.

Yet..... undoubtedly, this ability further transformed Bloodline into extensions of his limbs.

He closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on his ears.

Various sounds quickly became clearer and louder.

The wind, the sound of insects crawling, bird calls, the gentle falling of snowflakes from afar, and even the distant cries of certain wild animals.

’... If the Observer were here, none of us could escape. Committing taboo is bound to be punished.’ Suddenly, a man’s voice drifted from afar.

’What the hell taboo, don’t think we don’t know, being near him one feels the sensation of blood being sucked out at any moment, along with an inexplicable closeness. Initially, he seemed nice and friendly, but once discovered, there’s only disgust and oppression left!’

’Just killed a few people, so what if discovered? He wouldn’t dare....’

The voice abruptly stopped, evidently the Blood Echo time had ended.

Zhang Rongfang clearly saw as he closed his eyes, huge blood tracking red lines emerged before him.

When the voice sounded, two of the red lines slowly lit up.

Obviously marking the person who was speaking.

His gaze swept, then saw a line slowly glowing.

Transferring his thoughts over, he imagined reaching out his hand for a light tap.

Another segment of voice came through.

’... To say Human Immortal Temple nicely, the Human Immortal Dao’s founder secluded in the mountains, indifferent to worldly affairs. To put it badly, it’s a turtle hiding under oppression from external forces in a small place, not daring to move.’

’Do you think the claim that the Observer killed the Spirit General is true?’

’Who knows, probably boasting, though Human Immortal Temple indeed possesses some peculiarities.’

The voice ceased once more.

Zhang Rongfang calculated, approximately five seconds.

After Bloodline mentions his name, he can hear the subsequent content for roughly five seconds. Moreover, the surrounding sounds are also audible.

’This ability.... the best use is essentially to transmit information, capable of bridging distances in an extremely short time, bringing intelligence directly to oneself.’

Compared to carrier pigeons, this ability is unimaginably faster.

Apart from this, Zhang Rongfang focused more on the shrinking of the Blood God within the blood lotus.

This seemingly correlated to his ability enhancement in some way.

Unfortunately, both the Blood God and the Wish Girl are unable to communicate; these Innate Gods are utterly different from beings like Bai Lin.

’Something on you seems to have changed again...’ As soon as he thought of Bai Lin, her voice immediately echoed in his mind.

"Nothing has happened." Zhang Rongfang replied.

"That’s not right... you seem a bit different from before...." Bai Lin wasn’t easily deceived.

"Last time too, suddenly one day, you changed...."

"That’s your illusion." Zhang Rongfang replied. "By the way, can you communicate with the Blood God?"

"I cannot..... Innate Gods usually reside within their Void, not bothering to appear. Their Void is extremely dangerous. Some are alright, at least there’s a pattern to find, but many Innate Gods’ Voids are chaotic, unpredictable when one might fall victim and die." Bai Lin apparently had similar experiences before, speaking now with lingering fear.

"You say all gods have Voids, then what about yours?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"I naturally have one too. But my Void is just my formerly favored hometown scenery, merely a small place, nothing special." Bai Lin replied.

"Then, can I enter it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"The Void is every deity’s core place, holding all our essential privacy, as well as the most fatal weaknesses. Likewise, would you let someone enter your most private area?" Bai Lin countered.

"Certainly not," Zhang Rongfang comprehended.

"So, if I want to communicate with the Blood God, is there any way?" he asked again.

The patterns on the Blood God within the blood lotus shrank, giving him a vague suspicion in his heart, but it’s best to communicate face-to-face with the Blood God.

The premise is that the Blood God can be communicated with.

"Then use your own Spirit Core. Aren’t you fully proficient in Refining God? The Spirit Core has long been condensed, and you can definitely use it to contact the Blood God’s totemic object, then see if it is willing to accept you," Bai Lin replied.

Indeed, having an elder is like having a treasure.

Zhang Rongfang was satisfied to unilaterally sever the connection with Bai Lin; just a thought of rejecting could cut off the link.

After all, the link with gods and Buddha is mainly maintained by the fully proficient Spirit Core in Refining God.

So just slightly change the spinning speed of that orb in the mind, make it unstable, and you can sever the connection.

’So this thing is the core that is called the Spirit Core...’ He thought of the Spirit Cores of those who worshiped gods, both having the same name, maybe there is some connection inside.

But what is more important now is to try communicating with the Blood God.

Having been given Bai Lin’s hint, Zhang Rongfang quickly retrieved the statue of the Blood God from the cave.

This thing is extremely dangerous; it can potentially affect and change a certain range of people around, so it’s best to keep it by his side. Similarly, there’s also the Wish Girl’s wish bell.

He took out the Blood God statue from the large box in the corner, just like before, placed it in front of himself, then sat cross-legged.

He gazed at the statue intently.

The orb in his mind began to spin slowly.

’How should I contact it?’

He thought for a moment and suddenly remembered the ability he had recently acquired, the Blood Echo.

Immediately, he opened his mouth to speak, the Blood God had many names, he had seen one full name in the booklet - Bisira Luo Da Blood混天.

At a glance, this name was not a native god of the Great Spirit.

As the name was continually chanted, gradually, the statue of the Blood God seemed to have a layer of blood color emerging.

Zhang Rongfang didn’t close his eyes, but gray-white fog gradually appeared before him.

This was the mysterious fog.

According to Bai Lin, this is to isolate other living beings, a natural protection to prevent the powers of the gods from spreading indiscriminately.

He opened his eyes wide, observing the Blood God statue opposite him closely.

The cave was gradually engulfed completely by the fog.

But apart from these, there was no other movement.

Zhang Rongfang looked around but still found nothing. The surroundings were all white fog, making it impossible to see where the Blood God was.

But since the mysterious fog appeared, it indicated that it had certainly arrived.

But...

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang was startled, seemingly sensing something.

He looked down at the ground.

The ground inside the cave had somehow become a mirror-like smooth surface.

In the mirror, his own reflection and those around him were perfectly reflected.

And on the opposite side of Zhang Rongfang, in the mirror, there was a giant humanoid sitting cross-legged in the same posture as him.

The humanoid was entirely made of flowing, viscous blood, the face was three meters long, with five eyes, the sclerae and pupils composed of white fluorescence and black vortex respectively.

In the white fog.

One large and one small, both sitting cross-legged opposite each other.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang raised his head again, the Blood God had already appeared a few meters in front of him.

The originally mysterious and bloody-looking face now seemed quiet and gentle.

This was the Blood God.

Zhang Rongfang gently took a breath in his heart.

His goal has been achieved.

So...

He slowly opened his mouth.

"Why are you helping me?"

The sound spread out, but there was no response.

The Blood God sat cross-legged opposite, its five eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly smiling.

It extended a hand, gently pointing to itself.

Then gently pointed to Zhang Rongfang.

With a sudden crisp sound.

The Blood God’s entire body collapsed abruptly, turning into countless blood water, scattered on the ground.

Just when Zhang Rongfang was about to speak again, all the blood water suddenly surged toward him.

The blood seeped into him from his legs, but felt like an illusion, without any physical feeling.

Soon, the mysterious fog dissipated.

Zhang Rongfang remained sitting cross-legged on the original spot, recalling the scene of just now, pondering deeply.

Aside from the Blood God’s intent, why would the blood it transformed into all be absorbed into him?

’Blood God..... Could it be intending to cultivate me into its Spirit General?’ He suddenly had this thought.

But he had no reverence or devotion toward the Blood God. Not worshiping a god makes it impossible to achieve the condition of Spirit General.

This was confirmed from Yue Shi.

To become a Spirit General, one must be wholeheartedly willing. That’s also why Yue Dewen didn’t forcibly take him before.

He conveyed this doubt to Bai Lin.

Bai Lin quickly provided an answer.