Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 154 - 126: Holy Title

Chapter 154: Chapter 126: Holy Title

Wu Xiaode felt as though he had lost his balance, his entire body drifting upwards.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

In the gloomy and dark depths of the sea, he could see nothing.

Could this actually be the sea?

Wu Xiaode gently pinched the water with his hand.

No, this was not seawater.

Due to the excessively cold touch and the suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe, it only seemed like an ocean.

This sensation was like the illusion produced after he was subjected to the Sacrificial Skill at the Capital Cathedral.

—What place is this, after all?

As Wu Xiaode pondered, the Book of the Dead unfolded before his eyes, revealing rows of ice crystal small letters:

"Please be aware."

"This is the passage world from life to death."

"You are currently in the Intermediate Layer between life and death, but due to the exploration of fairies, you are about to go to a gathering point of some Layer."

The next instant—

Thud!

Wu Xiaode fell heavily to the ground.

He immediately got up, his figure shooting into the mist, silently drifting away.

Only after retreating several hundred meters did he stop, standing amidst the silent Demon Mist, looking back.

Sure enough.

A massive figure fell heavily to the ground, creating a shallow crater.

Thanks to the Transmission Skill of fairies, the giant Spider Demon was brought by him to this "Intermediate Layer World."

The "Death God" was still clinging to the Spider Demon!

Then.

Could it still reap Zhao Zhibing?

You release magic in one world and expect it to work in another—

That seems somewhat inappropriate.

Wu Xiaode’s lips curled into a slight smile as he slowly stepped back, his gaze fixed on the gigantic Spider Demon.

"Come out! You despicable thing!"

The Spider Demon let out a low roar.

Despicable?

Wu Xiaode narrowed his eyes.

If I could beat you, I would have won already; why would I need to struggle and team up with you for an expedition?

"Where exactly have you transported me? Come out and talk!" the Spider Demon roared anxiously.

Wu Xiaode put his hands in his pockets and slowly backed away.

At this moment, his heart was filled with joy, he even felt like whistling.

Considering his Soul Power had already dropped to zero.

He held back.

He wanted to find a knife and let the dirty magic hand stab the throat of the Spider Demon with it.

Considering both his knives were already shattered.

He held back again.

Forget it, just as the "Death God" said, what place is this, after all?

Wu Xiaode looked around.

The sky was black.

The spot where he stood was a wilderness of jagged rocks.

Not a blade of grass grew on the ground.

The crevices between the stones were filled with decaying skeletons.

Sometimes, glowing things flickered across the sky.

Gloomy leaden clouds enveloped everything, and the cold wind blew incessantly.

In a short while.

Cold rain fell from the sky.

Wu Xiaode craned his neck to look into the distance, barely making out the lights of a city at the end of the night.

Is there a city?

Did the Book of the Dead record many things, any commentary on this whole new world?

Wu Xiaode gestured with his hand—

The Book of the Dead immediately fell down and opened in front of him, revealing rows of ice crystal small letters:

"Current World: Holy Land."

"This is a gathering point for humans."

"You cannot leave this world."

"Unless your Soul Power reaches 20 points, you participate in the Trial of 20-point Soul Power, and successfully gain recognition."

"If so, this book can then use the coords of the Trial, after its conclusion, to help you leave the Intermediate Layer and return to the previous world."

That’s good.

If I can’t go back, can the Death God not either?

Wu Xiaode stared from afar at the mourning soul.

It moved its eight legs, slowly turning in place, seemingly observing the changes around it.

After a while.

A shadow emerged from its body.

It was a creature wearing a torn, ragged black robe.

On each side of its cheeks, there was a row of eyes, each different from the other.

On the front of its head was a large mouth, countless fangs jutting out from it.

Cord-like long spines grew out of its body, dancing in the wind.

Several soul spirits were suspended in mid-air by the spines, unable to move.

The soul spirits looked desperate, as if they were suffocating, all with their mouths wide open, as if emitting silent wails.

—Death God.

The Death God detached from the mourning soul and quietly landed on the ground.

It calmly observed its surroundings, motionless for the moment.

After several breaths, it thrust a long spine into the mourning soul.

The mourning soul immediately spat out silk threads, outlining rows of large characters:

"I know you are nearby, let us shake hands for now and face this world together."

"Please come out and meet me."

Wu Xiaode silently watched, paying no heed.

He was not a fool.

Time slowly passed.

The Death God stood without moving, seemingly a bit confused.

Indeed.

It was a "Death God" created by the Demon Gods. What besides harvesting valuable souls could it do?

There were no targets for its mission here!

More importantly—

It hadn’t left this world.

It seemed that it might not have a way to leave this world?

If that was the case, he had to quickly find a way to increase his power.

Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead.

Activating the Trial of the Death Camp required 20 points of Soul Power.

He already had 19 points of Soul Power.

Wait.

Until now, he had been cooperating with Ya, and that’s how he had rapidly gathered sufficient Soul Power.

Then.

Normally, how should one obtain Soul Power?

Wu Xiaode was somewhat puzzled and couldn’t help but look towards the Book of the Dead again.

Rows of ice crystal letters emerged on the Book of the Dead:

"Usually, all Awakeners increase their power through their own abilities."

"You, through your ability: the Book of the Dead, increase your Soul Power limit."

"The specific method is: complete the commissions on the wish wall."

Yes.

The commission today was to defeat the Death God.

Even if he didn’t defeat it, he had to keep it here to prevent Zhao Zhibing’s soul from being devoured by it when she died!

As Wu Xiaode silently pondered, suddenly more rows of ice crystal letters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"The Intermediate Layer World is a temporary world between life and death, hiding many strange existences."

"Completing the various commissions here also has a chance to grant Soul Power rewards."

"This is also a way."

Wu Xiaode became invigorated.

He remembered last time he had met a skeleton.

—It counted as an acquaintance.

Could it be here?

If he could find it, then join the undead, maybe the commissions wouldn’t be a problem?

Wu Xiaode jumped onto a rock and looked towards the distance.

—In a certain direction, there stood a massive black city.

Not far from here.

Wu Xiaode released Silent Demon Mist to cover his entire body, much like a dead person.

After doing this, he took a step forward and ran in the direction of that city.

After a while.

He arrived at the base of the city tower.

The city walls were plastered with various notices and commissions.

Coming and going were various beings, humans and skeletons, and some strangely shaped fellows; some Ghost Fires even hovered at the city gate, lingering there.

On each side of the gate stood a ghost soldier.

They were humanoid, their skeletons visible outside their flesh, enwrapped with the aura of death, swords at their waists, and their heads adorned with ghastly masks.

Wu Xiaode looked through the gates into the city, seeing bustling streets and countless crowds, as lively as could be.

In a tavern, people clinked their drinks, while servers carried dishes; in the streets, vendors shouted over their pancakes, giving candy hawthorns to a child who was fetching one with a smile on his face.

Luxuriously dressed ladies with several guards around them walked towards a platform.

But there was no sound.

In this city, everything had fallen into a still state.

The crowds each maintained their original movements, without a twitch, as if frozen in a still painting.

—It was somewhat unsettling.

Wu Xiaode took a step back, looking around.

Those humans, skeletons, the dead, specters, and odd beings all loitered in front of the city gate, not daring to enter.

The guard ghost soldiers, seeing more and more of the dead gathering at the gate, shouted:

"The commissions in the city are posted on the wall; enter without completing commissions and you shall be devoured, remember this!"

The crowd retreated a bit and once more examined the commissions posted on the wall.

There were commissions...

Wu Xiaode was no longer in a rush to enter the city.

He walked over to the wall along with a few Ghost Fires and carefully scrutinized it.

"Commission: Conquer a camp."

"Commission: Nine thousand miles away lies the Jiuyou Resentful Spirit Mountain, go and capture twenty wronged souls."

"Commission: Kill one Undead Lord."

"..."

These commissions were too difficult; no wonder all these dead had gathered here yet couldn’t complete them.

Wu Xiaode continued to look down.

Dozens of commissions all seemed utterly impossible to complete.

Then he saw a new commission.

"Commission: Dream Sending."

"Find a way to make a living person burn a piece of clothing for Wang Ren, living at South Old Alley, District Five, Street Number 251, Floor 2, Room 3, in the northern kingdom of Soto City."

"Upon completion, choose one reward out of two:"

"One: Gain Wang Ren’s approval, and collect his skills through resonance;"

"Two: Obtain the identity of a distant relative, enter the city to meet Wang Ren."

—For the dead, this commission was completely impossible.

Because everyone had already died!

There was no way to return to the living world and have living people burn things, especially with such specifics.

As for the other humans, they probably didn’t take on this mission because returning to the living world from this Intermediate Layer World was also a difficult task.

Wu Xiaode silently pondered, an idea flashed through his mind.

The commission was: to have someone in the living world burn a piece of clothing for Wang Ren.

He himself was a person from the living world!

—Regardless, trying it out wouldn’t be too much.

Wu Xiaode turned around and hastily left the eerie city to find a secluded pile of rocks, hiding behind a two-person-tall boulder.

He took off his thin outer jacket and then, wearing a black glove, gently punched it.

Whoosh!

The thin jacket caught fire.

Wu Xiaode crouched in front of the burning clothes, murmuring:

"This piece of clothing, I burn it for Wang Ren of the northern kingdom who resides at South Old Alley, District Five, Street Number 251, Floor 2, Room Three, Soto City."

"I hope he likes it."

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