Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

Line by line.

Dense prompt runes.

All the events unfolded before the purple-haired woman's eyes.

She quickly finished reading, with no expression on her face.

"I won't interfere with the Jiuyao matter, but I'll take you with me to find the Pangu Card Set."

"Hope you'll contribute a bit of power to this legend quest."

"After all, ninety percent of the mission participants haven't even met me."

Her voice echoed in Wu Xiaode's mind.

Wu Xiaode also showed no expression, even taking a peeled banana from Big Banana's hand and slowly eating it.

—— It seems that these sequences protect each other.

The other party clearly didn't want to handle the Jiuyao matter, but didn't say anything definitive.

The only thing she could do was take him to find the Card Set.

Given that a "Sequence Beast" like her was leading the way, at least he had some protection during the mission.

After all, that Companion Mark could directly pull him to her side from dangerous situations.

But that's about it.

Wu Xiaode's lips curled slightly.

As the saying goes, it's better to rely on oneself.

In the world of martial arts, it's impossible to beg others for favor.

You have to use blood and fists.

He stood up, stretched lazily, and said:

"Let's eat our fill, take a rest, and travel tomorrow."

Big Banana and Baoya immediately put down their meal boxes and drinks, stood up, and followed him out.

The trio arrived at a cave Li Wei had prepared for them, only to find that the conditions inside were quite simple, with only three camp beds and thin blankets.

Big Banana didn't mind, put away his gear, and lay on the bed near the door.

"Boss, you rest, I'll keep watch."

Big Banana said while yawning.

"Brother Jiao, you rest, I don't sleep well, I'll take the night watch." Baoya replied.

"Alright, thanks a lot."

Big Banana laid down and soon started snoring.

Baoya listened for a while, frowned, and chopped Big Banana's neck with a hand knife.

Big Banana's head tilted, and he immediately fell into a coma.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Xiaode asked.

"Boss, his snoring is louder than gunshots, I was worried it would disturb your rest." Baoya said.

Wu Xiaode glanced at Big Banana, seeing that he had indeed stopped snoring.

—— Obviously, how could he snore when he was unconscious?

Wu Xiaode was a bit speechless, but the snoring was indeed too loud, so he didn't say anything to Baoya.

The room was silent.

Baoya kept watch at the door, smoking and looking out.

No one was around.

Only then did Wu Xiaode summon the Evil Spirit Book, opening it to the page of the "Wall of Wishes."

Lines of bronze small words appeared on the pages:

"You have completed 'Unceasing Fear,' obtaining the initial Evil Spirit Power."

"Evil Spirit Power is an extremely terrifying power, existing only in the final abyss of countless death worlds, never leaving, nor being captured."

"Your Book of the Dead has evolved into the Evil Spirit Book, compatible, and can communicate with it."

"The current first call has been completed."

"The Evil Spirit Power has resonated with your soul, breaking through the shackles of time and space, synchronized with you from the ultimate abyss of death."

"Currently able to enter the 'Initial Awakening' state."

"Would you like to enter 'Initial Awakening'?"

Wu Xiaode looked on with great curiosity.

Since it's the power evolved within himself, why not try it?

"Enter."

He said.

In the next moment.

His mind blurred, and he felt everything before his eyes vanish.

Boundless darkness shrouded everything.

He seemed to have come to a place of eternal bottomless Void, also known as the ultimate abyss of the Death World.

In the deep darkness, there was a huge vortex constantly rotating.

This vortex consisted of the strongest "Evil" generated by all spirits during life.

"Evil," upon death, was stripped away, falling into the ultimate abyss to weigh the punishments the spirits should receive in the Death World.

After enduring the torment of cause and effect, the spirits left the Death World to reincarnate in other realms.

—— But their "Evil" remained.

These "Evils" eternally remained in the ultimate abyss, never to leave.

Wu Xiaode floated in mid-air, looking at the terrifying vortex below, and inexplicably understood everything about it.

—— Is this the meaning of "Evil Spirit"?

Now I've seen how terrifying and irresistible the power of "Evil" is.

Then——

"Spirit," then?

He silently pondered in his mind.

The giant vortex of darkness erupted with resonance beyond the realm of sound.

Within this resonance, Wu Xiaode received its response.

He showed a look of understanding.

Meanwhile, lines of bronze small words appeared before him:

"You have resonated with the Endless Evil of the ultimate abyss."

"You are about to embody an Evil Spirit, bearing Endless Evil, completing your first 'Initial Awakening.'

All the small words flashed and disappeared.

The phenomenon vanished.

Wu Xiaode suddenly opened his eyes, realizing he was still sitting on the camp bed.

Big Banana was unconscious.

Baoya lit another cigarette, smoking while watching the outside.

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes.

Everything was normal.

Yet everything seemed somehow different.

But he couldn't figure out what was different, no matter how hard he tried.

It seemed Baoya noticed something unusual about him, turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help but say:

"Boss?"

No response.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Baoya slowly stood up.

Wu Xiaode suddenly opened his eyes.

Wisps of black mist emerged from his body, forming vertical black lines that condensed in the Void above his head.

—— Forming a constantly rotating dark vortex.

Wu Xiaode gently floated up, his feet twenty centimeters off the ground, his gaze piercing through the fangs as if seeing into the depths of the tunnel.

He tilted his head, as if he had seen something strange.

"Fang."

"Boss, I'm here."

"Big Banana is unconscious, watch over him, I'm going out for a bit."

"Yes, Boss!"

Wu Xiaode's figure floated in mid-air, and with a gentle sweep, he flew out of the room.

"Boss—is there going to be a fight?"

Fang couldn't help but ask.

Wu Xiaode paused, his lips curving slightly as he said, "No, I'm just looking for some fun."

His movement was so fast that in an instant, he had swept through the entire tunnel, disappearing from Fang's sight.

Fang held the cigarette in his mouth, taking a deep drag after a while, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Boss seems quite excited..."

On the other side.

The purple-haired woman was led by Li Wei to a separate room.

"You rest now, I won't disturb you,"

Li Wei said with a smile.

"Thank you," said the purple-haired woman.

Li Wei turned and left.

The purple-haired woman closed the door, sat down on the military bed, and casually snapped her fingers.

Countless prompt runes surrounded her, rapidly spreading throughout the room like a waterfall.

The purple-haired woman watched these continuously refreshing prompt runes with an expressionless face, as if she was already used to such things.

Suddenly.

Her expression changed.

"Strange, there should only be Lizard Men around here, why has a creature I've never seen appeared?"

"It's extremely fast."

"The power it holds..."

The purple-haired woman's expression gradually grew solemn, and with a wave of her hand, all the prompt runes in the room vanished.

She stepped forward and instantly disappeared from the room.

...

He moved on all fours, sprinting like a wild beast.

The underground tunnels were crisscrossed; it was easy to take a wrong turn or get lost.

But now Wu Xiaode no longer needed his eyes to navigate.

After "awakening," he had gained the ability to sense evil thoughts.

—Evil thoughts directed at himself.

A small group, hidden tens of kilometers away, was continuously emitting strong initial evil thoughts.

Even though they were careful to conceal their presence over such a long distance—

Yet in Wu Xiaode's mind, their evil thoughts shone like a blazing flame in the dead of night, completely impossible to cover.

This was a fundamental ability of an Evil Spirit.

He ran and ran, finally reaching his destination.

Thud.

Wu Xiaode lightly landed on a stalactite.

His hands gripped the sharp rock tightly, hanging upside down, looking towards the nearby bonfire.

Five people sat around the bonfire.

Although he didn't know their identities, they were filled with great malice towards him.

Thus—

They must die.

As they noticed him, he had already reached out, pointing at one of them.

"You are the strongest,"

Wu Xiaode said.

In the next moment.

The person suddenly drew a knife from their waist, roaring, "I am the strongest, why should Festos make me rank below you two!"

The long knife flashed, and two heads flew into the air.

As the blow was struck, Wu Xiaode was already looking at another person, whispering:

"Kill everyone and take the credit for yourself."

That person said nothing, picked up a submachine gun from the ground, and began to crazily shoot at the others.

Ratatatatatata—

Fire spat out, the shell casings clinked to the ground.

When everything settled.

This group of five had only one person left.

He panted for a while, suddenly realized, and aimed the gun at Wu Xiaode who was hanging on the stalactite.

"Damn it, it's definitely you!"

The trigger was pulled.

At the same time, Wu Xiaode had already reached out, lightly pressing in the Void.

"Evil thoughts boiling,"

he said softly.

In an instant, lines of bronze text appeared:

"You possess Divine skin: Kunlun Mountain Immortal Peach Orchard Ning Shen Temple Main."

"Summon endless evil thoughts from the ultimate abyss of death, manifesting this Divine's shadow of evil to form a dual emergence of Divine/Evil Spirit, propelling to the pinnacle of Power."

In an instant.

The dark lines around Wu Xiaode turned into a giant tangible hand, raising high, slamming down hard towards the fire from the submachine gun.

Boom—

The ground shook back and forth for a while.

The dark giant hand remained firmly pressed against the ground, unmoving.

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and whispered:

"What a fragrant scent of blood, I welcome you all back on behalf of the Death World."

With those words.

The dark giant hand finally dispersed, revealing deep imprints of five fingers on the ground.

All five were dead.

Wu Xiaode stretched his neck, his figure flashed, and he flew back along the path he had come.

Everything returned to peace.

After a long while—

A figure emerged from the darkness.

It was the purple-haired woman.

She glanced at the five corpses on the ground, sighed and said:

"Misjudged, it was actually the Power of Death."

As she spoke, she squatted down, gently touching the edges of the five-finger imprints with her hand.

Her hand suddenly stopped.

"No—"

"This is no longer just the Power of Death, but an emergence beyond that..."