Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

"Ahhhhhhhh—"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"I won't accept this!"

The man trapped by the Thunder Chains roared in frustration.

Below him was a huge pillar.

Surrounding him were humans clad in black cloaks, murmuring different spells in low voices.

If one were to count carefully, they would realize there were a total of nine different spells being chanted.

As the murmuring continued—

The Thunder Chains continuously changed shape and, in a blink, completely merged into the man's body.

The man's voice abruptly stopped.

He slowly lowered his head, his breathing ceased, and his health bar emptied.

—He died.

All was silent.

Suddenly.

Someone spoke up:

"This was the last human who killed 10 Hell creatures consecutively on the day of the Wind Calamity."

"However..."

Another aged voice continued:

"However, he did not possess the Primordial Sequence of Pangu."

A third voice sounded:

"Not only him, all humans who consecutively killed 10 ghost creatures have been proven to be just exceptional humans, not owners of the sequence."

The fourth voice: "It seems that..."

"Emperor Bai really accomplished that task," pondered the fifth voice.

"Pity it has already died, killed by the being behind 'Chaos', and no longer exists," said the sixth voice.

"Wait and see, now it's up to the sequences to determine the current situation, we need not speculate further," the seventh voice rang out.

There were only seven voices in total.

As for the "Dark Night" and "Sage" sequences, with the death of the Night King and Emperor Bai, there is temporarily no mystic strong enough to take over.

Time slowly passed.

About a quarter of an hour later—

All the mystic creatures present lifted their heads and gazed into the Void.

They saw lines of golden flame text appearing:

"Stimulating Pangu's Path 36 consecutive times to reactivate it, if sequences exist, at least one should sense it thrice."

"Yet, in these 36 attempts, no trace of any sequences was captured."

"Hence, it's determined:"

"The Pangu Sequence has been completely extinguished."

"From this moment on, we can proceed with confidence to the next plan."

"—A new era has arrived."

"Countdown five seconds."

"Five,"

"Four,"

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One!"

"The Eternal descends, the legacy of sequences."

"All beings and mysteries shall together behold the arrival of the Nine Great Sequences!"

"Everyone may choose one sequence."

"The sequences will also select those with compatible compatibility."

"—For the will of the Eternal, you will embark on the journey to explore the mysteries of the End!"

Endless light burst forth from the pillar and instantaneously spread throughout the world.

...

An air-raid shelter.

An underground rift.

A figure descended next to a pile of disordered rocks.

Wu Xiaode!

The ghost soldiers of the Netherworld roared and were about to pounce, only to see him lying directly on the ground.

—To stand and fight gives one a chance to survive.

Doesn't lying down like this equate to seeking death?

The ghost soldiers pounced.

However, the guy lying on the ground just couldn't be killed no matter how they attacked.

Wu Xiaode had already risen from the falseness of "laying flat" and moved to the side, casually grabbing one of the outermost Netherworld ghost soldiers from the encirclement.

He threw it with force—

The Netherworld ghost soldier was suddenly flung high into the air.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

Arrows shot from the darkness.

With Qiong's attack speed increased by 20% after the skin upgrade, they directly shot the monster out of the air.

Rows of ice crystal text floated in front of Wu Xiaode:

"You and your Shadow Followers have killed a Netherworld ghost soldier."

"This time, you are credited with the kill of 0.66 ghost soldiers."

"Please keep it up."

For melee professions—

Having an archer means range support, allowing one to concentrate mostly on defense, not easily getting hurt.

But in the case of a melee fighter like Wu Xiaode—

With the aid of the "laying flat" sequence, he was invisible.

The illusion of laying flat attracted the majority of monsters.

An archer for him was like having an exceptionally strong "pet" for attack.

—He only needed to do one thing.

Pick a monster for the archer to kill.

Wu Xiaode, with his arms crossed, casually kicked out a leg.

Thump!

He kicked a Netherworld ghost soldier flying.

In the darkness.

Immediately, a clump of arrows flew, continuously striking the Netherworld ghost soldier.

Startled by this onslaught, the ghost soldier roared and began to rush towards where Qiong was hiding.

Wu Xiaode, arms still crossed, lightly extended his leg.

Thump!

The Netherworld ghost soldier tripped over it and fell flat on its face.

As it got up to continue its charge—

Wu Xiaode reached out and pinched the back of its neck—just like one would lift a cat, he pinched and lifted it up.

Arrows were shot continuously, without pause.

The health bar dropped rapidly.

By the time Wu Xiaode put down this Netherworld ghost soldier, it had already died.

What an easy fight!

Before more Netherworld ghost soldiers could react, Wu Xiaode drew out his Butterfly Soul knife and charged into the horde, aiming at their legs and feet.

By the time he broke through the horde—

Almost all the Netherworld ghost soldiers had their legs and feet hacked off by him.

This way, they couldn't catch up with Qiong, the "Ranger" hidden in the shadows.

Wu Xiaode yawned, lit a cigarette, and stood in the corner, slowly taking drags.

Having someone else to help with the monster slaying was incredibly cool!

By the time he finished his cigarette, the rocky area had fallen into silence.

Qiong emerged from the darkness, whispering:

"All killed."

"Hmm, come have some milk and take a break," Wu Xiaode handed over a can of milk.

Qiong took it and started drinking.

——Resources were really tight now.

"Shall we keep moving deeper?" Qiong asked.

"No, there are more powerful monsters further in, and we don't know the details about them. We can't kill them as easily as this," Wu Xiaode said.

Qiong hesitated, "Are you saying—"

Wu Xiaode seriously said, "We only kill Netherworld ghost soldiers, and only at the outskirts, keep killing until they stop giving us skin upgrades."

"Heehee, one more ghost soldier and I can level up."

"I'm about at the same count."

"Let's go, Arian. I want to become stronger right now."

"Okay."

The two didn't move deeper into the Hell Rift but instead moved laterally.

They proceeded by stepping on the narrow protrusions of the rock walls.

Before long.

Several sleeping ghost soldiers appeared ahead.

There were only four.

"Just kill them."

Wu Xiaode said and lay down on the ground.

Qiong raised her hand and shot.

The few ghost soldiers were immediately hit with arrows, letting out fierce roars, and charged at her furiously.

But just as they got halfway, something struck them, sending them flying into the air, out of control of their bodies.

Swish swish swish swish swish—

Arrows rained down like a storm, draining each ghost soldier's health bar.

There was one ghost soldier that survived.

Barely landing on its feet, it tried to charge at Qiong, only to find itself held by an invisible force.

No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free!

Arrows flew towards it, shooting it like a target, killing it on the spot.

Lines of ice crystal letters emerged in the Void:

"Your Shadow Follower: Qiong has leveled up."

"Her skin is upgraded to:"

"Prison Flame Ranger."

"All attributes +1.9, agility gets an additional increase of 0.2 on this basis."

"Special effect:"

"Power of Prison Flame Bloodline."

"She can initially awaken the power of various special bows, which will be recognized by the Pangu World, causing more damage."

"When not using special bows, ordinary bow shots will carry the corrupt burn effect of Purgatory Fire."

"In addition, her shooting speed has slightly improved on the basis of 'Wind Chaser'."

Wu Xiaode looked at Qiong, who was excitedly reaching for her quiver behind her back.

However, she found nothing.

——She had run out of arrows on this descent!

Wu Xiaode glanced at the bow in her hand.

Two long snakes coiled together formed the bow, their heads extending in opposite directions, biting the bowstring.

——The End of the World Bow·Cry of the Abyss Whisperer!

"I remember this bow being quite strong,"

Wu Xiaode said.

When fighting Siang in the past, a single shot from this bow had blown his body to smithereens.

"Yes, now I've finally awakened it again."

Qiong excitedly caressed that bow.

Such a pity there were no arrows.

"Go back to resupply some arrows?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Mhm," Qiong replied softly.

Before her words fell, various visions appeared around Wu Xiaode.

His skin had upgraded too!

Wu Xiaode was about to closely examine his skin upgrade when he suddenly felt an intuition and reached out into the air, pressing down.

Qiong immediately turned into a follower card, which he collected.

At the same time.

A grand voice spread throughout the world:

"Choose, all beings."

"The era of sequences has come, and you will all acquire power!"

Realization after realization arose in Wu Xiaode's mind.

The nine major sequences have descended upon the world?

Everyone must possess a sequence?

He felt worried and contemplated what kind of consequences this would bring.

Suddenly. The Book of the Dead flipped open abruptly.

The page of the Primordial Sequence saw Little Black hopping excitedly on the blank page.

A line of small text emerged beside it:

"Champion, they have actually descended upon the beings!"

"You were right, the situation is getting more serious," Wu Xiaode solemnly said.

"That's not it, Champion!" Little Black exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" Wu Xiaode was puzzled.

"So much food, so much food—now the Eternal Sequence will be enough for me to feast on!"

Little Black exclaimed excitedly.