Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 447 - 341 Monster

Chapter 447: Chapter 341 Monster

Amidst faint haziness, Wu Xiaode seemed to witness scenes of ancient times past.

It was a thousand years ago—

The Shangmo family was a grand family within the Destruction Council, and their blood contained a particular inheritable power:

Gifting spirit.

In fact, the "Ends" capable of naturally forming souls were extremely rare and possessed boundless potential.

On the contrary—

The majority of "Ends" were unconscious, only materializing as weapons, armor, oddities, laws, etc.

However, the Shangmo family had a unique Bloodline Power that could bestow simple consciousness upon the "End," thereby enhancing its might.

With this special Bloodline Power, the Shangmo family was naturally among the top within the Council.

Until one day—

A genius was born within the family.

He was not skilled in combat, but he could endow the "End" with something akin to a soul.

Due to some fluke, his talent was not immediately recognized by others.

It was the genius himself who truly discovered it.

After careful and thorough deliberation, he made a decision—

To let no one know of this matter.

And so, he grew year by year, accumulating experience and skill in gifting spirit.

Finally.

At the age of twenty-eight, he completed the most powerful act of gifting spirit in his life.

It was during the destruction of a world.

He collected all the remaining heads of the people in that world, performed a sacrifice with the power of the world’s destruction at that moment, and then gifted spirit, giving birth to a special "End."

This "End" possessed a true soul.

It was only then that the genius realized something.

Only "Ends" that naturally form souls are safe, predictable, and trustworthy.

—How could it be normal for mortals to forcibly endow souls?

Moreover, to bestow a soul upon an "End," a force capable of annihilating everything.

It must contain unprecedented danger!

This matter should have been informed to the family earlier, so the family’s power could help him safely overcome the danger.

But regret was already far too late.

The "End" had completely taken control of him, beginning to slaughter the whole Shangmo family through his hands, in order to augment its own power.

Over eight hundred years, countless strong individuals of the Shangmo family were killed.

All of their essences were devoured by the genius’s "End," until now, the Shangmo family had thoroughly withered, barely anyone left.

Yet even so, brothers like Arian and Abner emerged as powerful figures within the Shangmo family.

Their fates were sealed.

When they too became part of Corpse Pile Mountain, the authentic bloodline of the Shangmo family would have been completely consumed by "Corpse Pile Mountain."

Yes.

That genius was named Siang.

That "End" is Corpse Pile Mountain itself!

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes.

Time—

Seemed to have passed in just a moment.

On the Book of the Dead, lines of ice crystal words emerged:

"You have received the memory irrigation from the resentful spirits of the Shangmo family."

"You now know all of the Shangmo family’s secrets and knowledge from the past thousand years."

"This is their final thanks."

Looking towards the Death Deep Sea, Wu Xiaode saw all the resentful spirits breaking free from the chains at the bottom of the sea, beginning to rise, about to leave this Resentful Spirit Abyss.

"Run."

"Hurry, run."

"That person is merely a puppet of Corpse Pile Mountain, we hate him, yet he is already dead."

"With his death, Corpse Pile Mountain has now gained complete freedom."

"It even acquired a human body!"

"This is a true monster."

"Run!"

"..."

All the resentful spirits vanished into nothingness.

The second hand ticked once.

Suddenly, the entire Undead World disappeared from the wish wall, and all strange phenomena subsided.

The world returned to normal.

Looking at Siang lying on the ground several tens of meters away, Wu Xiaode felt an extremely ominous sensation rising in his heart.

What he had employed was the Sealing Hand.

Siang should have turned into a skeleton, dead on the spot after being struck by so many Fists.

Indeed he was dead.

Yet his body was preserved intact.

How was this achieved?

According to the knowledge from the Human Emperor’s Inheritance, unless someone possessed strength several times greater than his own, it would not be possible to accomplish this feat.

Could it be...

In the depths of that most ominous premonition, Wu Xiaode suddenly realized something and exclaimed:

"Little Bone, remember, you must do good deeds and accumulate Merit every day, do you hear me?"

"Ah? Oh, okay, not right, this—"

The bone dragon in the mist was utterly bewildered, but it reacted quickly and came to a realization.

"I won’t listen to you!"

It slapped Wu Xiaode across the face.

Suddenly, lines of ice crystal words emerged in front of Wu Xiaode:

"Judgement Angel Seal activated."

"Activation condition: If you do not retaliate after the opponent strikes first and you are injured, you can immediately active this Curse Seal."

"Effect: Instantly judge the opponent, designate one of the opponent’s abilities, and copy it onto yourself as medical fees and damage compensation."

"You have designated the ’Intermediate Physical Immunity’ ability from the bone dragon."

"You have acquired this ability."

"This ability has now replaced the previously copied ’Corpse Pile Mountain’!"

In a vague haze, an extremely mournful wail erupted from the Book of the Dead.

The crimson cloak behind Wu Xiaode disappeared.

"What a pity..."

A voice, both male and female, said with extreme regret.

The voice quickly faded away.

Wu Xiaode took a deep breath.

There was also a Corpse Pile Mountain within him, lucky that he had just replaced it.

—This thing was an artificially created bizarre spirit, who knows what it had been plotting all this while it remained silent inside him!

Meanwhile.

Siang’s corpse suddenly burst into a frenzy of wild laughter.

"Hahahaha, so clever, to have immediately killed another me, plunging this affair into tedium."

Siang rose from the ground.

He still dressed the same, with the same height and facial features, but the aura he emitted had completely changed, to the point where it made one feel he had become someone else.

"Siang is such an idiot, the only thing he ever did right in his life was to create me."

His voice was sharp and shrill.

—As if desperately suppressing some form of madness and hysteria, barely articulating reasoned words with a human voice.

This voice was exactly the same as the one that had just disappeared from Wu Xiaode’s body!

Wu Xiaode took another look at "Siang".

His eyes used to shine with feigned enthusiasm and uninterrupted scrutiny.

Now, those eyes narrowed into a sharp line.

The eyes were like the coldest blades in the world, as if to say—

Aside from madness and destruction, there is nothing else in the world worth caring about.

"Hee hee hee, let’s get reacquainted; I am Corpse Pile Mountain, the holder of the skulls of all beings."

"That name doesn’t sound nice at all."

"Then what should I be called?"

It seemed troubled and casually pointed toward a distant castle.

A blood-red bird flew out from its fingertip, instantly crossing the sky and falling into the castle.

Screams came in droves from within the castle.

"Be careful, everyone in the castle is dead." Audrey’s solemn voice came from the Void.

A twitch appeared at the corner of Wu Xiaode’s eye.

The next second.

He saw a scene he had never witnessed before—

Hundreds of heads flew from the direction of the castle, piling up densely before "Siang," forming a massive throne of heads.

"Siang" pondered deeply, walking up and squatting on the throne, gently stroking one of the heads as if petting a dog.

"Everyone from the Shangmo family is dead—"

"I’ve got it, I’ll call myself Siang from now on, since I’m housing a soul using his body."

"Hello, Arian, I’m the new Siang, it’s nice to meet you for the first time, this is for you."

Rolling—

A head was thrown on the ground, rolling to the feet of Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but let out a silent sigh.

This entity with a human body is the embodiment of the End!

A monster.

"Congratulations on your new name, what do you plan to do next?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Eat," the monster uttered a single word.

Wu Xiaode was startled but then saw a line of ice crystal characters emerge before him:

"All spaces are sealed by the ’End.’"

"You cannot leave the current world nor complete any teleportation."

"Magic Prohibition Field is activated."

"The world’s core is being destroyed."

"After calculation, the world will be destroyed in three minutes and twenty-five seconds."

It intends to devour this world...

But it didn’t seem to do anything, so how had the world already begun to fall apart?

The gap in power was too vast.

—I hadn’t even seen how it attacked this world.

If this thing were to strike me, even if I had prepared "Magic Immunity" and "Intermediate Physical Attack Immunity" ahead of time, I wouldn’t dare say I could withstand it.

No wonder those resentful spirits warned me to flee.

But this monster sealed the entire world at the very first moment.

How would I fight it?

Wu Xiaode reviewed all his skills, feeling not the slightest confidence in his heart.

If it were up to me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to do it — just casually releasing a flying bird to collect all the other heads of the Shangmo family.

How in the world was I supposed to fight this!!!

Wu Xiaode forced himself to calm down, his thoughts racing.

The only uncertain factor—

What was it?

Was it the third portion of resentful spirit power I had just obtained?

Having finally gathered three portions of resentful spirit power, I could now upgrade to the Dark·Netherworld Grotto Heaven·Sealing Hand.

"Upgrade Dark Tao Power."

He muttered to himself.

The monster suddenly stretched lazily, its gaze turning to Wu Xiaode:

"There’s a little while until the feast starts, and since today is also my first full arrival in the world, you’ve been granted a special privilege."

"What privilege?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"There are two beauties on you—they, like me, are End entities, but their souls have formed naturally and are very nutritious. Give them to me to eat, and I’ll let you go, allowing you to leave," said the monster.

Wu Xiaode looked towards the Book of the Dead.

On its pages, two angels hid above a wall of sighs, no longer expressing their prior arrogance and defiance.

"It’s a... weird fellow... we can’t defeat it."

Angel Number One said palely.

Angel Number Two trembled and added, "Brother Wu, if you give us to it, we’ll immediately kill ourselves. We must not fall into its hands, or our souls will be eternally tormented."

Wu Xiaode didn’t speak.

The Book of the Dead turned a page, revealing a page of Dark Tao Power.

A line of ice crystal characters appeared on the page:

"Dark Tao Power begins to evolve."

"Wait time required: 36:00."

Thirty-six hours!

It’s too late.

"Alright, tell me now, what is your answer?" the monster said.

It squatted on the throne of heads, releasing one blood bird after another from its body.

Wu Xiaode’s eyes shifted slightly, then he smiled:

"What if I say no?"

The monster snapped its fingers indifferently.

In a blink, all the blood birds surrounding its head turned into cutting lines of blood, slicing crazily in all directions.

Boom—boom—boom!

The entire world was split apart—

The ground, like an unresisting cake, was sliced into countless pieces by the blood light.

The world officially entered a state of destruction!

This was but one move that had destroyed the world belonging to the Shangmo family, an immense display of power!

The monster stood up from the throne and licked its lips:

"You killed Siang."

"I’ll sever your head, drink your blood, and that will be thanks for his eight hundred years of feeding."

It rose from the throne and suddenly vanished.