Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 251 - 224: The True Prisoner

Chapter 251: Chapter 224: The True Prisoner

Auffa Country.

A grand light screen plummeted from the depths of the sky and enshrouded Prince Anglu entirely.

"Aaaaah—"

The prince let out a scream filled with agony.

The light screen wrapped around him, and a brooding, angry voice emerged:

"So, you still can’t fully withstand my power?"

"I’m sorry, I might still need a little more time to adapt," the prince panted heavily.

With excitement, he asked, "Aren’t we going to the Abyss of Sin Prison? Let’s go, I’ve never been there before; it’s a good occasion to check it out."

The grandiose, vast light screen fell silent.

"What’s wrong?" the prince asked, puzzled.

The voice amid the dense light said, "We... can’t go to the Abyss of Sin Prison for now."

"What happened?" the prince asked.

"Focus on controlling your nation. Although I control many people, your authority is still not stable. Moreover, you need time to grow and to better merge with my power," the voice responded.

"Hmm, makes sense. Then I’ll go back and cultivate," said the prince.

"Yes, go and cultivate. I also need some time to recover the power I consumed... I’ve used too much," the voice spoke.

"By the way, I’ve encountered some obstacles here. The people I sent to the Abyss of Sin Prison have met a Demon God, and all were killed clean. They couldn’t find my sister," said the prince.

"Give me your sister’s true name," the voice demanded.

"Nina," said the prince.

"...No, not this name. There’s some concealment technique within it; it looks too familiar..."

"What should I do then? Should I continue to send people to find her?"

"Continue the search. Wait for me to rest a bit and recover some power, then we will hunt her down."

"How long do you need to rest?" the prince asked eagerly.

"Starting today, wake me on the seventh day; significant events will occur that day, and we must not miss them."

"But my sister—"

"At that time, I will intervene to find her—after all, one person who can merge with the Divine Spirit, like you, is enough; we cannot allow her to exist in this world!"

"Yes."

"All right, I need to rest now, given the... immense... consumption..."

The voice within the light slowly grew deeper until it was no longer audible.

All the light merged into the prince.

All the strange phenomena disappeared.

Prince Anglu stood mid-air, feeling somewhat perplexed within.

—This was a master who did not speak idly; why was there a sense of fatigue and defeat in today’s conversation with him?

Perhaps it was an illusion?

The prince shook his head and walked toward his palace.

Forget it.

Focus on improving your strength.

...

On the arena.

Wu Xiaode held the microphone, looking at the crowd below, and said:

"Well, that’s the situation."

"In any case—thanks to this world’s ’game’ settings, you’ve all been revived."

"Now, go back to your worlds."

"I’ve asked around, and you must go to the registration department of your place of birth and change your names to avoid being summoned by your true names next time."

"Go and do this now."

"Next time, I won’t be able to save you. Farewell, everyone."

The powerhouses below the stage became restless.

They stared at the mysterious youth on stage, clad in full body armor and a mask, speaking in a synthesized voice, filled with doubt.

"May I ask who exactly are you?"

Elf King Cui Lande voiced the question everyone was most concerned about.

"Don’t worry about who I am," Wu Xiaode waved his hand, "Maintaining mystery is not out of disdain for you but because I too must act cautiously and cannot reveal my identity or cards."

"You have defeated that unbelievable deity, the strongest I have ever known in my life. Is there still an enemy you fear?" Cui Lande asked.

"That was just the guy from earlier!"

Wu Xiaode patiently explained, "I won because it came midway, and I had already set everything up, including elements of timing, location, cooperation, and luck, and because it underestimated me."

"Frankly speaking, none of us are a match for it."

Dead silence.

Wu Xiaode exhaled, continuing, "Everyone, be careful and preserve your strength; first, go change your names."

"Do you have any advice on changing names?" a beast-like powerhouse asked.

Wu Xiaode paused for a moment.

This was a very constructive question.

It deserved an answer.

"Well... how were you summoned?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"When it summoned me, it called me ’All Worlds’ Fiercest Beast, Jia Delie,’" the beast-like powerhouse recalled.

Wu Xiaode thought for a few moments and suggested in a negotiative tone:

"From now on, just change it to ’Universal Cuddly Cute Little Puppy, Little Jiajia’—I guess with its pride and arrogance, even if it knows your new name and true name, it won’t summon you as its fighter anymore."

Dead silence enveloped the arena.

The beast-like powerhouse bowed his head, falling into silence.

It might be better to remain ’All Worlds’ Fiercest Beast, Jia Delie,’ dead or not, it wouldn’t be shameful.

—But being called "Universal Cuddly Cute Little Puppy, Little Jiajia," how could one face others and live with that name.

The mighty ones unanimously pondered in their hearts.

But speaking of which—

Perhaps it was precisely because there existed such an individual who transcended the limits of living beings that there was hope to defeat that terrifying entity.

If it were themselves, they wouldn’t want to face off against such a person either!

The crowd gazed upon Wu Xiaode on stage and sighed in unison once again.

"Let’s go now, we must leave as well—all must be swiftly cleared here," Wu Xiaode waved to everyone.

The mighty ones exchanged looks.

"There’s one last thing," Cui Lande said.

"What is it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"In the game, we expended all our Soul Power..." Cui Lande said.

"That was necessary to defeat the enemy. If it possesses your Soul Power, it will be harder to deal with—trust me," Wu Xiaode responded unflinchingly.

He ignored the row of icy text that floated up in the Void:

"Current Soul Power: 56,900,000; Merit: 19,380,000; Merit Points: 5."

A stir spread through the crowd below the stage.

Wu Xiaode looked at the emotionally charged scene and silently sighed to himself.

Was he really expected to return the remaining Soul Power?

That would be troublesome; how would he face that creature next time?

As he thought this, it seemed that the warriors below had reached a consensus and stopped their vigorous discussions.

Cui Lande was the first to jump onto the stage, smiling as he approached.

"What is it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Thank you for saving me. As for Soul Power and treasures, none are worth more than my life, so at this moment of farewell—"

Cui Lande patted him on the shoulder.

"I hope we have the chance to fight side by side again."

After speaking, he flashed into the high sky, and swiftly left this world.

More masters leaped onto the stage.

One by one, they approached and patted Wu Xiaode on the shoulder.

"Thanks for saving my life."

"I can’t repay you."

"I almost never saw my family again; I’m very grateful you helped me."

"Keep fighting; we will surely meet again."

"Goodbye, my savior."

People uttered various farewell words, one after another soaring into the sky and leaving this world.

In the end, only Wu Xiaode stood alone on the stage.

He hung his head, seemingly lost in thought.

The mist dispersed.

Nina emerged from the mist, concernedly asked, "Brother Wu, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Wu Xiaode said.

He glanced at the Book of the Dead floating in the Void.

A series of ice crystal texts were emerging:

"You have received Merit gifted by Cui Lande: 3 points;"

"You have received Merit gifted by Jia Delie: 1 point;"

"..."

"Current Merit: 531 points."

"Merit holds an incredible power, and you already possess a significant amount of Merit."

"Please make good use of it."

Wu Xiaode lifted his head, observing the lingering trails in the sky, he exclaimed,

"So be it, perhaps we will meet again."

He then called out, "Chi Xiao—"

"No need to give it to me," the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit quickly said, "this Merit is rightfully yours; if I were to receive Merit undeservingly, it would all be for naught."

Wu Xiaode said no more.

He took Nina’s hand and asked, "What about the Divine Beast of Law on you?"

"It built such a vast and intricate world setting; it ran out of Power when you finally won, and it fell into a deep sleep with relief," Nina explained.

"How long will it sleep? What if that creature returns?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"It said that the creature modified the world setting too many times and might also need some time to recover, so we should not worry," Nina recalled the Divine Beast of Law’s words and continued,

"I’ve already informed it of your purpose for seeking the Divine Beast of Law. It said that in seven days, it will awaken and construct a setting for your world. Please consider the content of the setting in advance."

"That’s great," Wu Xiaode said gleefully.

If World 1666 could obtain some protective settings, it would become more challenging for the Demons to continue their assaults.

—Everyone would be saved!

"Don’t be too happy yet; it had another message for you," Nina said.

"What is it?"

"From today, in seven days, a large portion of parallel worlds in the Abyss of Sin Prison will be completely destroyed."

"What!"

"Yes, the Divine Beast of Law can no longer maintain the Prison Suppression, which is why they are fleeing."

"They created the Abyss of Sin but can no longer suppress it?"

"Yes, the Abyss of Sin isn’t for suppressing the masses; the masses are too weak to be considered prisoners; it is not for suppressing Demon Gods either, as the Demon Gods just happened to be there and aren’t qualified as prisoners of the Abyss," Nina’s gaze deepened as she spoke in a low voice, "The very entity that is truly suppressed in the Abyss of Sin is the real prisoner—"

"It is about to break free."