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Chapter 677 The Essence of [Despair]
Zhang Sanfen didn't quite understand this sentence.

What does "my tantric iron rod stay in my own world" mean?
But although the statue is in tatters, the other person's soul fluctuations give people a sense of grandeur and confidence.

Without thinking, he said without hesitation: "No problem! Sir, please!"

He was about to hand over the Tantric iron rod, but before he could take action, the Tantric iron rod suddenly flew out.

The next second, the iron rod with complex patterns fell into the hands of the statue.

The tantric iron rod carved from stone that was originally on the waist of the statue quietly shattered and turned into a piece of stone powder.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wuren's soul wave came again: "Sun Golden Crystal Flame! So hot! So hot!"

He praised twice in succession, and then the whole statue burst into pieces.

At the same time, Zhang Wuren's soul wave came over: "Your last chance of life lies with He Yongheng, not with me!"

"But I can buy you the last moment!"

"Also, Zhang Sanfen, right? Take a good look at how the tantric iron rod is used! I can only act once!"

Everyone hurriedly looked at it and discovered that although Zhang Wuren's statue was broken, a hollow shadow appeared in front of everyone.

This shadow looked exactly like the statue, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic appearance. Although the combat uniform on his body looked a bit shabby, it was full of the charm left after the battle.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Wuren gently waved the Tantric iron rod, and the Sun Golden Crystal Flame scattered in the sky quickly retreated back like a whale sucking water.

The flames all over the sky disappeared instantly.

Only the Tantric iron rod, which seemed ordinary before, was like a pile of gold, emitting dazzling light.

The soul fluctuations of [Despair] spread rapidly in all directions, and even the space began to become distorted wherever it went.

That kind of despair and the emotion of not being able to see the future constantly affects everyone. Even the strong people who have gone through the road of asking questions still have a feeling of powerlessness and helplessness.

Fortunately, the main target of this soul wave was Zhang Wuren.

Although everyone was affected, they could barely withstand it.

On the contrary, Zhang Wuren was at the center of the soul fluctuations, but he seemed as if nothing had happened.

He smiled and said: "I have heard that among the three pillars of the old rulers, [Despair] is the weakest. Do you know why?"

"Because you can only bring despair to people!"

"Apart from this, you are basically useless! Once the opponent is not affected by your emotions, anyone at the peak of the Destruction Realm can easily kill you!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Wuren said loudly: "Zhang Sanfen! Watch carefully! This is how the tantric iron rod should be used!"

In an instant, golden light bloomed in the sky!
Looking carefully, every ray of golden light is actually a wisp of extremely fine runes!

The runes were so small that they were almost imperceptible. Even with Zhang Sanfen's eyes flashing with lightning, he could only see them roughly!

The penetrating power of that golden light is extremely strong! The light and shadow of [Despair] are almost completely exposed within the golden light range.

At this moment, everyone saw clearly the true form of [Despair]!

It turned out to be a series of constantly changing data streams!

In the data stream, there are Arabic numerals, as well as Greek letters such as α, β, and γ, mixed with a mess of original runes, Chinese characters, English letters, etc.

At first glance, almost all words, letters, and numbers that have ever appeared in history are included in the data stream!

Everyone was extremely shocked. No one expected that the body of one of the three pillars of the old rulers was actually just a stream of data!

It's just that now these data flows are completely exposed under the bloom of golden light, and they are no longer the illusive golden light and shadow!

Zhang Sanfen laughed loudly, and his body became flickering.

Everyone knows that he has reached the end of his strength now.

After all, it is just a ray of soul contained in a statue, and the body that can force [Despair] has reached its limit.

Immediately afterwards, runes all over the sky invaded the body of [Despair], dyeing every number, text, letter, symbol, etc. in the data stream into gold!

The tantric iron rod in Zhang Sanfen's hand became dimmed at some point, and it was obvious that all the energy contained in it had been consumed.

He laughed loudly, clapped his hands heavily, and all the data streams that made up [Despair] suddenly burned. [Despair] let out an angry soul wave: "Zhang Wuren! You can't kill me!"

Zhang Wuren smiled and said: "That's right! I can't kill you! But I never wanted to kill you! I just wanted to create a chance for that little guy to kill you!"

"[Despair], you should be lucky that our two worlds cannot communicate normally. Otherwise, the three thousand old gods will sooner or later be killed by our four brothers!"

The data flow is constantly changing. Sometimes Arabic numerals will become Chinese, sometimes Greek letters will become English, and sometimes ancient cuneiform scripts or hieroglyphs will appear.

It seems that all the words that have appeared in history and can represent the meaning are all included in the ontology of [Despair].

Every time the text changes, one form is actually burned away by the flames, and one has to continue to use another form of text to maintain itself.

The further back you go, the more types of text there are.

People even discovered Korean, Japanese, German, Italian and so on.

As the words continued to change, the golden flames gradually extinguished.

Until then, the light and shadow of [Despair] suddenly dissipated, leaving only the waves of his angry soul in the air: "Zhang Wuren! I'm angry!"

"I'm going to find a way to get to your world! Kill you! I'm going to kill all your friends and relatives too!"

"You will pay for what you did!"

At this time, both the statue and the wisp of Zhang Wuren's soul had completely dissipated.

But everyone still noticed his last response: "I beg you to come here quickly!"

"He Zhonghua, Yu Buren, and Zhang Wuxin, they will definitely welcome you warmly!"

"..."

The surroundings were peaceful again. Except for the ground and the surrounding stone walls that were burned into a glaze shape by the sun's golden crystal flames, there was no sign of a god-level battle at all!
The fight between Zhang Wuren and [Despair] was more of a battle of souls and ideologies. Except for the borrowed Tantric iron rod and the Sun Golden Crystal Flame, they had no physical contact at all!
At the same time, in the inner world of Sky Axe, I suddenly woke up from the study of runes.

Then I keenly noticed that Zhang Wuren's figure was gradually fading.

"I should go back."

"He Yongheng, pull out the sky-opening ax and kill [Despair]!"

"Also, if you can, help me bring all the people of the Pangu tribe out of this dark underground world. Unfortunately, I can no longer lead them to fight..."

I shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhang Wuren! Will we meet again?"

Zhang Wuren responded with a smile: "No. It's a coincidence that I came to this world."

"It's a stroke of luck that a wisp of spirit can remain until now."

"He Zhonghua, remember, don't be afraid of gods, and don't be afraid of devils either!"

"As long as human beings have hope, the future will have infinite possibilities!"

"This is what Commander Di Ming once said to me. Now I will give this sentence to you too!"

As long as humans have hope, the future will have infinite possibilities!

I remembered this sentence firmly and responded: "Sir! I remember it!"

I never felt Zhang Wuren's soul fluctuation again.

It was obvious that a ray of his soul had dissipated.

What I didn't know was that just after Zhang Wuren's soul dissipated, all the statues representing Zhang Wuren in the Burial God Abyss were broken into pieces, turning into a pile of rubble that could no longer be distinguished from its original state.

Countless warriors from the Pan tribe who believed in Zhang Wuren knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with tears.

They know that the guide who once led everyone to overcome obstacles and create the Pangu tribe will never come back.

The teacher who taught us the language and taught us etiquette, justice and integrity will never come back.

It was only then that everyone discovered that since all the statues of Zhang Wuren were broken into pieces, no one could remember the specific appearance of Zhang Wuren!

They only know that an outsider named Zhang Wuren once brought light and hope to this group of unlucky people living in the underground world.

(End of this chapter)