Heavenly People Potential: Excellent
Ning Yuesu’s eyes sparkled with excitement, exclaiming, "Could I also become one of the legendary Heavenly People?"
Fang Zhixing nodded, "Ji Xiangjun has said that Heavenly People are transformed from humans, so both you and I should have a chance."
He placed his hand on the statue of the Heavenly Person.
The evaluation from the Lotus Base was: Excellent.
This round, the two were equally matched, ending in a draw.
Fang Zhixing pondered, "We’ve been tested by three statues for our aptitude, what comes next?"
Before Fang Zhixing could figure it out, a piercing scream suddenly came from afar.
Ning Yuesu turned her head, crying out in alarm, "No good, it’s the ancestral master!"
She and Fang Zhixing ran over.
In the candlelight, Ning Chaohong was shaking her head and struggling fiercely.
Flesh crawled, climbing up her neck and bit by bit covering her face.
By the time Fang Zhixing reached the stone platform, most of Ning Chaohong’s face had already been eroded by the flesh.
"It hurts so much, kill me quickly!"
Ning Chaohong screamed tragically.
Fang Zhixing’s expression darkened, he raised his Jinghong Spear, and pointed it forward.
Ning Chaohong’s head burst open, shattered into pieces.
Ning Yuesu cried out in sorrow, tears streaming down her face.
Fang Zhixing’s gaze suddenly flashed as he noticed something.
He raised his Jinghong Spear, slashing back and forth a few times.
In an instant, the flesh that covered the stone platform split apart and quickly fell off.
The true appearance of the platform was revealed.
Rather than calling it a stone platform, it was more like an operating table.
Fang Zhixing saw that at the top of the platform, there were three embedded images, corresponding to a mech, a monster, and a Heavenly Person.
These three images were raised, seemingly buttons that could be pressed, perhaps triggering something.
Fang Zhixing was lost in thought, a bold guess forming in his mind.
This place might be, an experiment lab of some advanced civilization!
"Could it be that Heavenly People aren’t cultivated but manufactured, just like mechs?"
This thought deeply shocked Fang Zhixing.
It nearly overturned all of his understanding!
Just as this thought came to mind, the sound of squirming echoed in his ears.
Fang Zhixing promptly ignited a fire starter and shot it toward the dome.
The fire suddenly blazed up, illuminating the hall.
Looking around, the hall was bulging with meaty lumps that had condensed into Blood Corpses.
"How did thirteen Blood Corpses suddenly appear..."
Fang Zhixing’s heart chilled, they seemed to have triggered some mechanism at a certain moment.
Fang Zhixing decisively chose to retreat.
"Okay!" Ning Yuesu pulled herself together and ran towards the exit.
However, before the two reached the great doors, they saw a Bull-headed Blood Corpse barge in.
Behind the Bull-headed Blood Corpse, there were even more Blood Corpses.
The Blood Corpses looked very familiar; they were clearly the ones the pair had killed before.
Seeing this, the two had no choice but to retreat back, summoning their power to start fighting.
Previously, when the Blood Corpses came one after another, the two had managed to kill them together without much difficulty.
But now it was different, they were besieged by over a dozen Blood Corpses, and the pressure came crashing down instantly.
A long-haired Blood Corpse rushed towards them, her silhouette curvy, clearly a woman.
With a shudder of her body, an immense chill surged over, swift as thunder.
Fang Zhixing only felt a chill on his lower body, his feet frozen by the ice.
Fang Zhixing recognized her at a glance; the long-haired Blood Corpse was none other than Ning Chaohong who had just died.
She had also become a Blood Corpse!
Fang Zhixing’s body shook, and the ice shattered around him.
He swung his Jinghong Spear at the long-haired Blood Corpse, piercing through her chest in midair.
Burst Skill power poured into her body.
The long-haired Blood Corpse exploded into pieces.
Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, and although the kill seemed effortless, it had drained a lot of his energy.
If he already felt exhausted, Ning Yuesu was even more so, her energy rapidly depleting.
"Can’t hold on anymore, I must reset my body," Fang Zhixing glanced at his travel bag, a thought flashing in his mind.
Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and his energy instantly returned to its peak state.
Fang Zhixing flashed a grim smile, crazily slaughtering the surrounding Blood Corpses.
Ning Yuesu, her face weary, was deeply shocked by Fang Zhixing’s indomitable fighting spirit.
Fang Zhixing shouted, "You rest for a while."
Ning Yuesu was indeed at her limit; she looked around and, with a tip of her toes, jumped onto the platform and began to meditate in a sitting position.
Fang Zhixing became more and more valiant in battle, unstoppable.
The only pity was that his strength had reached the limit of a hundred bulls.
This meant that his most powerful Burst Skill, "Blood Refining Net," was useless now.
No matter how much he absorbed blood, he could not condense an eleventh blood-colored tentacle.
Otherwise, in this fleshly hell, Fang Zhixing would only grow stronger in battle, with infinite stamina, unmatched in power.
Fang Zhixing’s complexion gradually turned ugly.
Because the resurrection speed of the Blood Corpses was accelerating, more were killed, more appeared.
"Dammit, is this never-ending?!"
Fang Zhixing reset his body again, Burst Skill power erupting wildly, rampantly killing in all directions, sweeping through invincibly.
The Blood Corpses died off instantly in a wave.
The Blood Corpses continued to appear non-stop.
Fang Zhixing had no choice but to reset his body for the third time.
And this time, he used up the last of his materials.
He had prepared a lot coming in, but most of it had corroded away.
"Let me take over." Ning Yuesu jumped down from the platform and rejoined the fight.
Fang Zhixing couldn’t let her fight alone, with her strength, she couldn’t handle so many Blood Corpses at the same time.