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In the desolate and cold Spatial Turbulence, Ren Pingsheng was flying towards an unknown destination, enveloped by the Blood-red Barrier. In fact, even without this Blood-red Barrier, nothing would happen to Ren Pingsheng here. With the Heart of Space on him, he could walk freely through the Spatial Turbulence.
However, he was currently unconscious, as the Heart of Space and the Demon God Heart were vying for control within him. Therefore, this Blood-red Barrier was somewhat helpful. But where was it headed? What was that place the Demon God mentioned before leaving?
As if that weren't enough, shortly after Ren Pingsheng fell unconscious and was swept into the Spatial Turbulence by the Blood-red Barrier, an ancient Jade Tablet from his Spatial Ring suddenly flew out on its own. This Jade Tablet was what he had received from a mysterious old man in a cave during his time in the Ruins.
At that time, he had merely mentioned that it was a cultivation technique of the Demon Clan, suggesting that if Ren Pingsheng was interested, he could practice it. Ren Pingsheng had put it away without much thought, never expecting it to come out on its own now.
"I didn't expect a piece I casually set down to take shape so quickly. It seems that when the time comes for it to be useful, I can't let this opportunity slip away." A phantom appeared above the flying tablet, its features completely indistinguishable.
"Hehe, Demon God, Void Emperor. This time I'll also lend a hand; I hope this piece can grow quickly. Of course, if fate is unkind and it can't hold on this time, you can only blame your own fragility." The phantom spoke softly, and then the ancient tablet shattered.
A stream of gray energy appeared out of nowhere. The figure gently pulled it in, and this gray energy flashed into Ren Pingsheng's body.
The balance between the Demon God Heart and the Heart of Space, which had been evenly matched within Ren Pingsheng, was immediately disrupted by this third force's entry. A new battle erupted inside him. Having already lost consciousness, Ren Pingsheng screamed awake again before fainting once more from the pain.
"Oh, it seems my power is still insufficient compared to theirs; this bit of Source Power will be wasted here. Soul power, merge!" The figure said lightly before disappearing into the gray energy that had entered Ren Pingsheng's body.
The gray energy, previously forced back by the Demon God Heart and the Heart of Space, stabilized its position due to its addition. After a fierce struggle among the three powers, none could overpower the others.
"Buzz..." The three energies of different colors intertwined and began to circulate within Ren Pingsheng's meridians. It appeared that none could overcome the others; they operated according to their own methods at high speed. It seemed like a duel to see who could complete their technique first and imprint themselves within Ren Pingsheng, occupying an irreplaceable position.
With three techniques operating simultaneously in his body, their paths were bizarrely varied yet still shared many commonalities. Within these interconnected meridians, they fought while rapidly circulating.
They may not have realized anything amiss, but Ren Pingsheng suffered greatly. His entire body felt chaotic; blood vessels began to burst as blood gushed forth like a spring. His heart raced at least ten times faster than usual, seemingly trying to prevent him from dying due to blood depletion.
The previously quiet Killing Heart was affected; as he lay there, his aura fluctuated continuously. Originally having only half of his hair turn blood-red upon entering the second stage of the Killing Heart, now all his hair began to trend towards becoming blood-colored.
This indicated that the third stage of the Killing Heart was slowly awakening. Perhaps sensing Ren Pingsheng's danger, it realized that only with greater strength could he survive this perilous moment. Thus, the Killing Heart gradually began to awaken its third stage.
Ren Pingsheng was unconsciously twisting as three forces clashed, causing the aura around him to constantly alternate. At times, black Demonic Energy coiled around him, at other times, gray Nether Qi swirled, and occasionally, brown streams of energy surged fiercely, making him appear quite bizarre.
Although these three forces were wreaking havoc, after destroying everything, they began to slowly repair. However, the speed of this repair was very slow, far from matching the destructive speed of Battle. Once his body was completely destroyed, Ren Pingsheng would meet his end.
This was also why the gray figure had previously questioned whether Ren Pingsheng could hold on. If nothing unexpected happened, his death was merely a matter of time.
The destruction caused by the three forces was too rapid; the areas that were originally being repaired began to be damaged again. Once these areas were completely destroyed, it would signal the complete collapse of his body. If his body collapsed, everything would naturally come to an end.
Perhaps all three forces understood this outcome, but unfortunately, in the current situation, no one was willing to stop because stopping would mean elimination.
The Demon God Heart would not stop because it was its Transmitter; if it were eliminated, it would have to search for another. This would take too much time and could delay its return. The Heart of Space would also not withdraw; it had waited countless years for a person and could not afford to give up now.
As for the mysterious elder at the end, to him, Ren Pingsheng was merely an expendable pawn. Therefore, he did not care about Ren Pingsheng's life or death; success would be best, but failure would not significantly impact him, so he was naturally willing to try.
At that moment, the True Qi that had been forced out began to move slowly. The Ancient Lan Divine Art activated automatically; instead of competing with the three forces, it began to repair Ren Pingsheng's damaged body from behind. The Green Wood Essence flickered continuously, and the speed of repair increased several times.
This time, the three forces surprisingly did not attack the True Qi that was operating under the Ancient Lan Divine Art. Perhaps they also recognized that Ren Pingsheng's life was important to them; they could not spare any effort and were content to watch True Qi busy at work.
Thus, while the three forces continued their destruction and True Qi kept repairing, their speeds balanced out, and Ren Pingsheng's crisis gradually began to ease. The restless Killing Heart also ceased its turmoil; it seemed that the third stage had not fully activated. However, even so, it still placed countless burdens on Ren Pingsheng's body and eventually withdrew.
Ren Pingsheng's body, which had been twisting continuously, gradually calmed down. Although he still occasionally twitched uncontrollably, it was much better than at first when blood gushed out wildly. Under the influence of these four forces, he temporarily escaped the brink of death. However, how things would end remained unknown.
The blood-red Light Barrier surrounding him continued to fly rapidly; within the Spatial Turbulence, countless Space rifts flickered, occasionally producing violent crashing sounds.
Time passed slowly; it was unclear how long had gone by when Ren Pingsheng's blood had already scabbed over and appeared to be hardening slowly. His hair had grown twice as long as before and lay disheveled over his body.
Occasionally there would still be splashes of blood and broken bones; however, such occurrences became increasingly rare as the struggle among the three forces diminished and seemed to quiet down gradually.
In this boundless Spatial Turbulence, things seemed somewhat different; there were fewer Space rifts here as if reaching an edge. Yet in this infinite Spatial Turbulence, where could there possibly be an edge?
At that moment, after flying for an unknown duration, the Blood-red Barrier suddenly halted and then changed direction to fly toward another side. After flying for half a day, it came to a stop and trembled violently before plunging directly into a massive Space Rift.
The Space Rift was already terrifying, and as its vibrations intensified, the fissure grew larger, quickly expanding from dozens of feet to hundreds of feet. The Surroundings seemed to enter a chain reaction, beginning to shatter, as a crack thousands of feet wide appeared, engulfing everything in the Surroundings.
A blood-red Light Barrier flickered briefly before vanishing, and the Spatial Turbulence lost all trace of it. The desolate and cold Spatial Turbulence remained unchanged, showing no signs of life. Countless Space Rifts shimmered, devoid of any vitality.
Regarding the disappearance of Ren Pingsheng, it turned out that the Blood-red Barrier had utilized the Space Rift to break through the weak points of the original Continent. It took Ren Pingsheng away from the Spatial Turbulence and back to the original Continent.
With a "bang," it seemed that energy was gradually depleting. After taking Ren Pingsheng away from the Spatial Turbulence, the Blood-red Barrier began to dim slowly, leaving only a thin layer.
Lying on the ground, Ren Pingsheng remained unconscious. The Surroundings felt somewhat dim; initially thought to be nighttime, upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be daytime. The reality was that the Surroundings were shrouded in black Demonic Energy. Sunlight could hardly penetrate, which caused this effect.
Moreover, this place felt increasingly familiar. There was no sight of the sky or sun, and in the distance, countless oddly-shaped Demon were engaged in brutal combat. The sounds of screams and roars echoed continuously, with numerous Corpses and splattered Blood everywhere.
If Ren Pingsheng were to wake up now, he would undoubtedly realize that he had returned to the very place where he had spent five long years: the Abyss of Demons. Whether it was coincidence or something else, Ren Pingsheng found himself back in the Abyss of Demons once again.
Currently, he was surrounded by a group of variously shaped Demon. They had been battling each other but were interrupted by Ren Pingsheng's sudden appearance. Now they all stared intently at him, their claws twitching as they prepared to pounce. They wanted to devour Ren Pingsheng, making him a part of their strength.
Unfortunately for them, no matter how they attacked, they were blocked by that thin layer of the Blood-red Barrier. Although it had faded significantly, it was still created by a demon god; for these Demon, who only possessed the cultivation of the Demon Sect, it remained unbreakable.
Thus, Ren Pingsheng lay quietly in the Abyss of Demons, completely unaware. The Surroundings were filled with a group of fighting Demon. Occasionally, a Demon would attack him but would leave in frustration after failing to breach the barrier and return to battle with other Demon.
Slaughter, this was also the eternal theme of the Abyss of Demons. The slaughter continued endlessly, with blood flowing without cease.
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