Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 477 - 369: Please Enter the Urn

Chapter 477: Chapter 369: Please Enter the Urn

"The death row prisoner possessed by the evil spirit is in the Imperial City’s Fifth Prison, cell 312, with the personal ID number 1452," Li Kunlun said.

"Understood, I will look into it," the Emperor said.

In the great hall.

Everyone fell silent.

If they were to face a Level 1000 possessed evil spirit next, then who could be its rival?

Everyone lapsed into unavailing despair.

Suddenly.

A round of applause rang out.

Wu Xiaode clapped his hands, catching everyone’s attention.

"Alright, everyone go about your tasks, and when I need it, I’ll just ask His Majesty the Emperor for a bit of assistance,"

he said.

"What about in 3 hours?" Zhao Zhibing asked.

"What about it?" Wu Xiaode retorted.

"The Level 1000 Evil Spirit will arrive in our world," Zhao Junyu said.

"Exactly because the situation is becoming increasingly severe, you all need to hurry and grow stronger, especially you, Junyu, your ancestors have high hopes for you," Wu Xiaode said.

Qian Mingkui said anxiously, "That evil spirit—"

"I’ll handle it. Elder Qian, you take them to the Holy City and see if you can figure out a way to get some titles or something—"

"After all, titles are extremely useful."

Wu Xiaode said leisurely.

Everyone looked at him.

He shrugged and said, "I have a special ability that can counter the current crisis, but it involves privacy, so I’d rather not disclose it."

Qian Mingkui immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"But what exactly is that ability?" Zhao Zhibing persisted, uneasy.

Wu Xiaode looked at her apologetically.

"Sorry, it’s really my last resort; I can’t reveal it for the time being."

"Fine, if you’re sure it’s under control, I am indeed willing to immediately pursue a title," Zhao Zhibing said.

Wu Xiaode glanced around.

"Kunlun, stay behind for a while. Elder Qian, you take Xiao Baihong, Zhao Zhibing, and Junyu to the Holy City first,"

he instructed.

"Alright," Qian Mingkui said.

Transforming into a giant eagle, he took the three of them and flew skyward, soon disappearing from sight.

In the palace.

The Emperor, Li Kunlun, and Wu Xiaode were left.

"You don’t really have a way to deal with it, do you?" Li Kunlun asked.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Right now, we need to send whatever living forces we can spare to the Holy City, at least that way we can preserve a spark," Wu Xiaode said.

He glanced at the Emperor and gave a respectful bow, "I’m just worried about my Sister Lan..."

The Emperor pondered and then said, "Currently, I’m on fairly good terms with Satan. If something goes wrong on Xia Huilan’s end, I will have Satan take her to the Demon Palace to hide for a while."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Wu Xiaode felt relieved and held the unseen Book of the Dead in his hand, presenting it to Li Kunlun.

"Now, let me tell you about a Power of Death that I possess,"

he began slowly, and recounted the strength of the Shadow Followers.

When he reached the part about Xiao Baihong reaching Level 41 in the Ancient Era, Li Kunlun did not hesitate to place his hand on the cover of the Book of the Dead.

A line of ice crystal text emerged:

"You’ve gained the fifth Shadow Follower."

—Five Shadow Followers now!

"Go now—you’ve continuously expended your ’Illusion and Reality Dual Aspects’ these past few days without having any time to improve your own strength," Wu Xiaode said earnestly.

Li Kunlun bowed his head silently and sighed.

Since his Awakening, he had been overusing "Illusion and Reality Dual Aspects" every day.

For the first time, someone else was considering issues from his perspective.

Yes. He also needed to become stronger.

Otherwise, what would be the point of Awakening?

Qian Mingkui descended from the sky.

"I’ll go with him then, to the Holy City, to train for some time," Li Kunlun said.

"Mhm, Elder Qian, don’t bother coming back, just take good care of your daughter there, and also focus on your cultivation," Wu Xiaode advised.

"Ah, got it, Elder," Qian Mingkui said.

He took Li Kunlun and soared out of the palace, heading towards the world of the Holy City.

Leaving the Emperor and Wu Xiaode behind.

"You sent them all away, what exactly are you planning?" the Emperor asked.

"On one hand, they do need to continue enhancing their strength, and titles represent a particularly useful Law-powered force," Wu Xiaode said.

"And the other reason?"

"It’s to retain a seed of strength for this world, because I’m also not sure what will happen next."

Having said this, a mist swirled around Wu Xiaode as he began to communicate with the Wall of Wishes.

The Emperor sat on his throne, let out a sigh, and muttered to himself:

"If only I had Awakened as well."

"You can’t leave, I need an assistant," Wu Xiaode said.

"I can just give you authority, right," the Emperor grumbled.

At that moment, the Wall of Wishes appeared before Wu Xiaode.

A line of ice crystal text followed suit:

"Would you like to accept today’s commission?"

"Accept," said Wu Xiaode.

On the Wall of Wishes, a piece of paper fluttered down, landing in Wu Xiaode’s hands.

Wu Xiaode looked down at the paper, which read:

"It’s truly a pity, who would have thought that the Evil Spirits from the chaotic evil faction would take the initiative. We underestimated our obligations to the ’Heaven and Earth’ world."

"After all, who could have anticipated a prisoner still held within the ’Heaven and Earth’ world, and a Law Divine Beast causing trouble?"

"We, the Heroic Spirits, cannot interfere in these matters."

"—This impending collapse requires us to confront it together."

A line of ice crystal text emerged:

"You have received a commission from the Heroic Spirits of humanity:"

"To face the enemy together."

"If you accept this commission, the Heroic Spirits will join you in facing the King of Evil Spirits."

"Do you accept?"

"Accept," Wu Xiaode said.

An image of the Human Emperor suddenly appeared on the Book of the Dead.

"Fortunate for us, you have access to the Wall of Wishes to summon Heroic Spirits, which gives us a chance to stop that Evil Spirit," the Human Emperor said.

"Do you have a plan to deal with it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The most direct way is for me to use your body to fight the King of Evil Spirits," the Human Emperor suggested.

"You’re all above Level 1000, aren’t you?" Wu Xiaode ventured.

"Correct," the Human Emperor confirmed.

"If you were to fight all out, what would become of this world?"

"It would be almost destroyed."

"...So, is there no other method?" Wu Xiaode inquired.

"That is how we Heroic Spirits operate; if you can think of another method, then use that," the Human Emperor said.

"I do have some preparations," Wu Xiaode said.

He looked towards the Void.

A line of ice crystal text emerged:

"You have used the ability of Shadow Follower Li Kunlun: ’Reality Manipulation.’

"You are traveling through the future."

"Since your Soul Power Level has reached Level 99, your power of ’Reality Manipulation’ is stronger than that of Li Kunlun himself."

"—You have directly arrived at the future moment you wished to reach."

All light and shadow flashed.

Wu Xiaode found himself arriving at a prison.

In a cramped room, the other prisoners were all lying on the ground.

Only one towering prisoner was kneeling on the ground, gasping non-stop, muttering repeatedly.

"Body... I give you..."

"Let me out, let me leave this place, killing everyone doesn’t matter!"

The prisoner suddenly looked up.

His eyes turned pitch-black, blue scales grew on his skin, and his hands and feet transformed into claws.

Boom!

A fierce hurricane burst forth from him, blowing the bodies of other mortals away, hitting the walls one after another.

His tone suddenly became eerie and erratic:

"Hah, is that all it took to come down here? Surprisingly simple."

"First, exterminate all living beings, enjoy a little."

A burst of destructive brilliance shone.

In the blink of an eye.

Wu Xiaode returned to his original timeline—

He abruptly opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the great hall of the imperial palace.

"Did you go and see?" asked the Human Emperor.

"Yes," Wu Xiaode replied.

"What are your thoughts?"

"I do have one... But I want to know how an Evil Spirit chooses its host," asked Wu Xiaode.

"At the moment it connects with your world, the person with the most intense evil thoughts will be chosen by it," explained the Human Emperor.

"Is there a way to stop it from returning to the Spirit Realm?" Wu Xiaode inquired further.

"We can control the pathway to the Spirit Realm, but what it does in this world is beyond our control if we do not descend," said the Human Emperor.

"One last question—Your Majesty the Human Emperor, is there a way to make my evil thoughts more intense?"

Wu Xiaode asked finally.

"I see, but you have to understand one thing," said the Human Emperor with an epiphany.

His tone contained a subtle note of admiration:

"If the Evil Spirit takes over your body, then it becomes the master of your body, and at best, we could only allow you to control one of your hands, and you can speak with your mouth," explained the Human Emperor.

"One hand? That’s enough," said Wu Xiaode.

He turned his head to glance at the emperor seated on the dragon throne and said:

"Your Majesty, please grant me permission to enter the fifth prison and be a prisoner in Room 312."

"Granted," said the emperor.

"I’ll go arrange it," Wu Xiaode turned and walked out.

"Hey, if you can’t beat it, signal me so I can have Satan lead us to flee," said the emperor.

"Understood."

Wu Xiaode’s figure flashed and disappeared directly from the great hall.

...

More than two hours later.

At the Fifth Imperial Prison, Room 312.

All the prisoners were lying on the ground, unconscious.

Wu Xiaode sat to one side looking bored out of his wits.

—They’re all unconscious, how could any evil thoughts arise?

"Are you ready?"

On the wall, the Human Emperor inquired.

"Come on!" Wu Xiaode said seriously.

"Alright, it’s almost time, I’ll now transmit to you the method to foster evil thoughts," said the Human Emperor.

Lines of ice-crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Dead.

Wu Xiaode read them carefully, closed his eyes, and began to practice the method.

Being endowed with the legacy of Human Emperor’s Martial Arts, comprehending such methods to foster thoughts was not too difficult for him, and he quickly grasped the intricacies.

"Only one minute left," the Human Emperor reminded.

Wu Xiaode immediately initiated the method.

In an instant.

His mind was flooded with countless evil thoughts; murder and malevolence nearly occupied every corner of his brain.

The minute hand jumped forward by one tick—

It was time.

Wu Xiaode abruptly lifted his head.

His eyes turned pitch-black, blue scales grew on his skin, and his hands and feet transformed into claws.

Boom!

A fierce hurricane burst forth from him, blowing the bodies of other mortals away, hitting the walls one after another.

His tone suddenly became eerie and erratic:

"Hah, is that all it took to come down here? Surprisingly simple."

"First, exterminate all living beings, enjoy a little."

The Evil Spirit-possessed him raised one hand high, emanating a terrifying brilliance.

The next instant—

Only to see his other hand suddenly rise up and strike hard against his lower abdomen!

Thump.

He punched himself so forcefully that he fell to his knees, doubling over like a curled-up shrimp.

—That was a vulnerable spot!

Even the Human Emperor watched with twitching eyelids.

This lad was ruthless even to himself.

"Uh... ah... ah..."

The cramped room was filled with the moans of the Evil Spirit.

It writhed in pain for quite a while until it could no longer hold back and exclaimed:

"Damn it, what’s wrong with this body? Why can’t I control one of its hands?"

Wu Xiaode then said with a shift in his voice:

"Nothing’s wrong, just trapping you inside the jar to catch turtles, that’s all."

The Evil Spirit asked in surprise, "You are—"

"Of course, I am the owner of this body. Would you like another go?" Wu Xiaode said.

He raised that hand and slapped himself across the face.

Blood from his nose splattered out.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"You’re insane... It wasn’t easy for me to come here, I’ve prepared the method to return to the Spirit Realm and descend again, you’ll never—" the Evil Spirit didn’t finish speaking when suddenly a book exuding the aura of death opened before it.

The shadow of the Human Emperor appeared in the book, smiling as he said:

"Sorry, I’ve temporarily sealed the pathway to the Spirit Realm."

"Wu Xiaode" was taken aback.

Suddenly.

He slapped himself again.

Smack!

Blood flew everywhere.

"You bastard, you rushed to descend in our world just to destroy all living beings, right?" he said with a twisted smile, fiercely questioning the Evil Spirit within him.