Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 341 - 302: You Choose Not to Take the Path to Heaven

Chapter 341: Chapter 302: You Choose Not to Take the Path to Heaven

The rain was still falling outside.

The cold wind howled up and down the streets, reminding everyone just how chilly the weather was today.

Wu Xiaode retracted his gaze from the window and took a sip from his wine glass.

This place was the Universal Rune Shop of the Undead.

The Ghost Tree Man, still under the control of the Enchanting Demon, was adding wood to the fireplace.

The room was warm.

Wu Xiaode picked up the map on the table and began to examine it closely.

The entire Undead Street was home to over three thousand seven hundred shops and residences.

It was jointly governed by the undead of various species, all below level 30.

Weapon trading, soul stone transactions, dining, bars, dungeons, slaughterhouses...

They had everything you could think of.

"Master, this place is bustling. We could enjoy a good stroll around here,"

the Enchanting Demon said with a giggle.

But Wu Xiaode was frowning and remained silent.

Over three thousand seven hundred establishments.

Undead Street was unexpectedly prosperous.

It represented the interests of various undead species, dominating above the Human Race and suffocating humans.

In this social hierarchy, humans were food and servants.

Even though everyone was limited to level 30, the Human Race was targeted by all species and had no chance of rising.

If there was any sign that humans might turn their fate around, it would be immediately met with a massacre by all undead species!

No, this won’t do.

There needs to be a way...

"Ghost Tree Man, I’d like to ask, why are you all against the Human Race?"

Wu Xiaode asked curiously.

With a look of murderous intent, the Ghost Tree Man said in a low voice, "It’s said that the last Epoch was destroyed by humans, and countless beings were slaughtered, thrust into the Death World, where the original monsters of the Death World devoured them at will."

"Humans are guilty of causing the end of the Epoch and are responsible for all species."

"We detest humans."

"A rule was established long ago in the Death World that humans cannot be integrated into the mainstream of the Death World and can only survive as slaves."

Wu Xiaode listened quietly, then suddenly interjected, "Who said the last Epoch was destroyed by humans?"

"Legend has it so," the Ghost Tree Man replied.

"Why didn’t the great clans stop the humans? Why didn’t they save themselves?" Wu Xiaode continued to ask.

"I don’t know," the Ghost Tree Man answered.

"Who told you these things?" Wu Xiaode pressed.

"It’s recorded on the Death Stele — every undead gathering place has one, listing the major events of the past," the Ghost Tree Man explained.

"Where is this stele?"

"135 Undead Street."

...

Wu Xiaode quickly arrived at 135 Undead Street.

Indeed, there was a towering stele there, inscribed with the Undead Language, marking some of the most influential events in history.

Wu Xiaode leaped lightly and climbed up the stele until he reached the top.

There, he saw the line of text:

"The Epoch’s destruction was the fault of human chaos; all beings suffered terribly, and the Ten Thousand Clans fell into the Death World because of it, causing humans to bear the guilt!"

Wu Xiaode watched for a few breaths, his heart suddenly filled with astonishment.

For on that line of text, he sensed an extremely familiar essence.

—It seemed to be a very powerful Magic, created by a Divine hand, similar to the sensation when Dragon God Ao Tian used Magic, and like the fluctuations of an Immortal Technique unleashed by the Golden Armored God.

If everything was true, he had no way to question this record.

But if it were a false history written on the stele with some divine Immortal Technique he didn’t understand...

A thought struck Wu Xiaode, and he squatted down, placing his hand on that line of historical text.

"Water Army of the Tao."

He said in a low voice.

Suddenly, the rain and wind all around ceased.

From the heavens came a solemn voice:

"Harboring malicious intentions, misleading all beings, framing the Human Race for eternity with false history, this must violate the heavenly laws!"

Boom—

A small crackling sound erupted from the top of the stele.

The small characters that recorded the grave sins of the Human Race instantly shattered into dust, disappearing completely from the stele.

The Book of the Dead instantly revealed a line of ice crystal small text:

"You have used the Gonggong Skill to break this falsified historical record."

"This time, you utilized the Power of the heavenly laws, consuming 1 point of Merit."

"Current Merit: 26 points."

"Notice:"

"In the Undead World, this record has been erased from all historical steles."

"The Undead Tower, responsible for managing the historical steles, has been alerted, and several Great Witch Demons will come to inspect."

As Wu Xiaode was reading the small print on the Book of the Dead, he heard a loud "clang" and a starlight suddenly flared in the Void.

—Breaking the false history had earned him a star?

He now had three stars.

To achieve the highest rating, he still needed five more stars!

Wu Xiaode thought to himself, and suddenly saw several silhouettes flash across the sky, swooping through the air and arriving in front of him.

They were several Witch Demons wearing long robes.

They had human bodies but ashen-grey skin, eyes emitting a piercing chill, their bodies pulsing with the Power of Magic.

Witch Demons were immortal!

Unless you could find their phylactery, you should never oppose a powerful Witch Demon.

Wu Xiaode grew serious.

He summoned Rester to the fog beside him before asking:

"Sirs, may I know what brings you here?"

The lead Witch Demon, clad in a blood-red robe, stared at him and said:

"Human undead, you have altered the historical record."

"I have only erased a falsified piece of history—if you investigate carefully, you’ll naturally arrive at the correct conclusion," Wu Xiaode said.

"We’re well aware that the historical record was false, but humans are already the food for many species; no one will care about the change in history, and all species will continue to treat humans as slaves—this is the true reality, kid,"

the blood-robed Witch Demon said.

"I concur with that view, but we, the Human Race, are a species that cares greatly about righteousness," Wu Xiaode replied.

"What do you mean?" the Witch Demon inquired.

"When we know we are not in the wrong, we will unleash a Power you do not understand. As to who will ultimately prevail, it remains to be seen," Wu Xiaode said.

"Useless, if you don’t believe me, let the truths of the Undead World bear witness," said the blood-robed Witch Demon, shaking his head.

"Truth?"

Wu Xiaode gazed at it.

The robed Witch Demon began to chant, pointing a withered bone at the Stele.

The Stele instantly lit up.

Its brightness surged into the sky, emitting roars in waves.

Perhaps alerted by the noise, numerous undead appeared on the streets, all looking in this direction.

Wu Xiaode saw ghouls, three-headed dogs, ghosts, resentful spirits, skeletons, and various other undead.

A thought flashed through Wu Xiaode’s mind.

Before he could think further, the robed Witch Demon loudly declared,

"Everyone, someone has found a flaw in the historical Stele on your Undead Street and has made a correction."

"According to the rules, all the species living on Undead Street must undergo a reevaluation of their status."

"A duel in the arena will commence immediately."

"—Every species must send their strongest within level 30 to compete!"

"Starting now!"

The voice ceased.

Wu Xiaode felt some sort of connection with the historical Stele.

A beam of light emitted from the Stele and landed on him, sucking him into the Void.

...

The arena.

This was a super arena with thousands of square meters.

As soon as Wu Xiaode landed, he looked around.

Holes opened in the Void one after another, as undead beings landed in the arena.

"Who rewrote history?"

A skeleton knight, polishing its spear, asked in a buzzing voice.

"Who knows, it’s like making trouble out of nothing," a grey-shadowed werewolf growled.

Another creature fell down.

This was a Death Demon Worm, looking like an enlarged caterpillar but with a human-like face.

It said in a sharp voice,

"But this is good. The rain lasted so long; it’s nice for us to stretch our limbs and reestablish our standings."

On the arena.

More and more beings of various species arrived until their numbers swelled into the thousands.

A huge glowing inscription appeared above everyone’s heads:

"The battle for status challenge is about to commence."

"In this challenge, no Healing Skills may be used, no concealment allowed, and no refusal to battle!"

"The fight begins in one minute!"

Wu Xiaode listened in silence.

Very well, survival of the fittest is the truth, quite convincing indeed.

But the rule was "no concealment."

This was somewhat unfavorable for him.

He looked up at the crowd of undead, who were all staring at the glowing text—no one was looking at him yet.

Taking advantage of the inattention—

Wu Xiaode simply took out the shackles and clamped them back onto his wrists and ankles.

He then silently sat at the edge of the arena.

One minute.

In one minute, the battle would begin.

Sitting on the sidelines, anyone who approached him to kill would surely expose their back to others.

And he was just a human.

—Still in shackles, not threatening at all.

Wouldn’t it be better to kill others first and leave the shackled human for later?

One minute was up.

The battle erupted at once.

In the arena, the physically strong ones began to crash around, the agile ones dodged left and right, those proficient in magic unleashed dazzling spells at random, and amidst flashes of blades and swords, blood and flesh flew everywhere accompanied by screams and roars.

Wu Xiaode shrank back, pouting and sitting in a corner, looking scared and about to cry.

Suddenly.

A figure, ablaze with Fiery Flames, landed in front of him.

This was a Molten Rock Demon.

It was kicked over here by someone.

"Huh?"

The Molten Rock Demon gave Wu Xiaode a wary glance.

Seeing his shackles and his species, then noting his facial expression, it turned its head away disdainfully.

"Trash, killing you would dirty my hands."

The Molten Rock Demon dashed back into the fray.

Wu Xiaode sighed in relief.

That was close.

With only two points of Soul Power, he couldn’t afford to waste any.

Besides, killing anyone would mean incurring a blood debt with their species.

Why bother?

The rivers and lakes weren’t just about fighting; they also involved human interactions.

Wu Xiaode proud of his own enlightenment, pondered silently.

Just then, a voice caught his attention.

"Fellows."

A skeleton demon pointed at Wu Xiaode and loudly suggested, "Let’s devour this human to restore some strength before we continue the fight, what do you say?"

"Agreed!"

The undead roared in response.

"..." Wu Xiaode.

He suddenly realized that only a few surviving undead remained in the area.

They were all from ferocious and formidable species.

At this point, sitting alone at the edge of the arena, he seemed glaringly out of place.

Forget it.

You avoid heaven’s path and enter hell’s gate voluntarily.

Clatter—

All the shackles on Wu Xiaode’s body fell to the ground.

"Fellows, my body is full of organs, eating me is quite unhealthy, please don’t eat me, okay?"

He stood up, stretching his body while making one last appeal.

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