Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 257 - 228: The Person in the Dream

Chapter 257: Chapter 228: The Person in the Dream

"You are about to acquire the brand-new trait skill ’Dreamer’ from the Silent Demon Mist," said the voice.

"Skill description:"

"Based on your strong desire, this skill significantly enhances concealment capabilities on two levels."

"According to the judgment of the Book, although your trait skill ’Dreamer’ has reached a very high level after two upgrades, it still cannot deceive the senses of a Law Divine Beast."

"Only if you infuse Merit into this skill once more is there a corresponding possibility."

"The more Merit you infuse, the more likely your trait skill might undergo a qualitative change!"

"Would you like to infuse Merit?"

Merit!

Again, Merit!

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but sigh.

No wonder everyone treats Merit as a treasure, reluctant to part with it.

Even for his own commissioned tasks, as long as he offered Merit, spirits would immediately come to accept them.

Just in terms of skill upgrading alone, it has such a great use!

A line of ice crystal text then emerged:

"Those who possess Merit naturally deserve the trust of the Laws and secrets, willing to lend you a hand!"

—There’s nothing to hesitate about.

Wu Xiaode looked at his remaining Merit.

"Remaining Merit: 531 points."

If it weren’t for his rescue of the powerhouses from the All Worlds, they would not have been so generous as to give him so much Merit.

Out of those, 5 points of Merit were to be reserved for the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit.

The rest of the Merit...

A thought flashed through Wu Xiaode’s mind.

The thought made him wince in pain.

But supposing the next time he faced a Law Divine Beast—

If it came for revenge, and he could not hide and was caught by it—

Could he afford to gamble?

No, he couldn’t!!!

"Pour it all in, give me a Death Skill worth seeing!" Wu Xiaode said with almost a roar.

Suddenly, a vision—

Golden light radiated from the Book of the Dead.

This light seemed to possess boundless might, pouring into the sighing walls and onto the icon that was about to form.

At the same time, the numbers in the Merit column rapidly decreased until only a mere 5 points were left.

points of Merit were injected into the new skill!

Such a wild move would shock anyone who knew what they were witnessing.

But Wu Xiaode did not care anymore!

"Come on, let me see, with so much Merit, whether I can catalyze a strong enough Death Skill," he thought silently.

A full three breaths passed.

Lines of ice crystal text shimmering with golden ripples quietly emerged:

"Upgrade complete."

"Congratulations!"

"Due to the infusion of an excessive amount of Merit, your Death Skill has undergone an unprecedented advancement."

"The brand-new ’Dreamer’ has been born!"

"Dreamer."

"An epic-level Death Skill."

"This skill is like an instinct, consuming no Soul Power."

"Description:"

"When you are in ’motion,’ both you and everything you carry will appear as if in dreams, and any being that sees you will immediately forget you;"

"When you are in ’stillness,’ the concealment effect disappears."

"—Just like a spring dream, without a trace."

Wu Xiaode silently read these ice crystal letters.

He was quietly waiting for a result.

He believed the Book of the Dead knew what he was thinking.

Indeed.

Another line of ice crystal text emerged:

"This upgrade has lost the ’Fog Shadow’s’ invincible vaporous effect, focusing instead on enhancing the power of concealment."

"Now, it can even conceal your presence from the senses of a Law Divine Beast."

"—This is a never-before-seen epic-level Death Skill."

"This skill has been raised to the highest level that the Death Law can reach; unless there is a special opportunity, it cannot be improved by even a bit."

"’Cannot be improved’ means it has reached its peak."

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but clench his fist.

He had spent 19.38 million desire points and 526 points of Merit to finally obtain such a skill!

Although he lost the effect of turning into mist—

But now, not even a Law Divine Beast could detect him!

That was precisely what he wanted.

And it consumed no Soul Power at all.

That will do.

Wu Xiaode heaved a sigh of relief, feeling the oppressive feeling that had been lingering in his heart dissolve quite a bit.

As a human with a mere 21 points of Soul Power, it was somewhat ridiculous to worry about retaliation from a Law Divine Beast.

But now that threat had finally been lifted.

He glanced at the Book of Death, where three skills were now listed on the wall of sighs:

"Dreamer," "Eternal Fall Demon Hand," "Tai Chi."

The Eternal Fall Demon Hand was an Advanced skill of Thousand Hands.

Tai Chi was a combo skill.

Next, if he wanted to upgrade a skill, it would be one of these two.

But for now, his desire power was at zero, and he had only 5 points of Merit left—

No need to think that far ahead for now.

Take a rest.

Wu Xiaode stretched lazily, looking around.

He saw that this Demon Palace was filled with bookshelves, without a single chair in sight.

He shook his head and, with a thought, countless bronze hands appeared from the Void, assembling into a large sofa that gently landed in front of Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, and pulled out the comic book to read.

Ah.

This was relaxation.

Finally, he could take a break.

Several bronze hands quietly appeared, kneading his shoulders and beating his legs.

He flipped through the comic book with relish, wanting to see what the reward from the middle-aged man was really worth.

The content of the comic was about the daily life of an archaeologist.

What is this drawing—

Why can’t he discern anything noteworthy?

Wu Xiaode flipped through the pages quickly and suddenly noticed that several pages were torn out.

As he flipped back, he saw that the plot of the comic had just reached the male protagonist about to take a bath with a girl.

Hmm?

You gave me an incomplete comic book?

Key pages are missing.

This is too much!

Wu Xiaode fumed with indignation.

Void flashed.

The middle-aged man landed and looked at Wu Xiaode in surprise as he half-lay, half-leaned on the bronze sofa.

"Back already?" Wu Xiaode greeted.

"Yes, something just happened."

"What?"

"I had already given the token of the Dark Palace to the Black Dragon, but just now—the token automatically returned to my hand."

"It died?"

"It died, which is why the token came back," the middle-aged man said solemnly.

Wu Xiaode smiled and put away the comic book, "Can you trust me now?"

"There’s no problem with the prophecy, I will pay you the other half of your reward now," said the middle-aged man.

The other half?

Wu Xiaode remained expressionless.

So the comic book was just part of the reward, lucky he hadn’t said anything.

This gave the middle-aged man another layer of misunderstanding.

—He thought he knew what was going on.

After speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand, tossing something over.

Wu Xiaode sat still.

A bronze hand emerged from the Void, catching the object.

It turned out to be another token.

"This is the other half of your reward, I have given you the entire reward for the prophecy. Now please tell me about my destiny prophecy," said the middle-aged man.

Wu Xiaode looked at the token.

A line of ice crystal small characters appeared on the token:

"This is the token to the deepest passage of the Demon God’s underground palace, with it, you can reach the other side of the prison of sin."

Couldn’t understand it.

Why go to the other side of the prison of sin?

But now was not the time to think about these things—

It was time to get down to business!

Wu Xiaode collected the token and the comic book, stood up from the sofa with a solemn expression, and said:

"Long story short—"

"You must also know that many parallel worlds in the prison of sin are being destroyed in droves."

"Today is the second day we have met."

"At the end of the third day, six Demon Gods will arrive from those destroyed parallel worlds."

"They will challenge your position."

"Among these six Demon Gods is another you, who is more focused on power and combat—"

"If you and your followers cannot defeat them, all you have will vanish into smoke, and they will take your place," he said.

The middle-aged man listened silently.

Suddenly, his body erupted with an intense chill.

Seething killing intent burst forth, sweeping across the entire underground palace, even turning into a fierce wind that blew the neatly arranged bookshelves away.

"This book is incomplete," Wu Xiaode said as he took the comic book out.

The middle-aged man looked at him.

"Listen, I know you like to hold back, but about the prophecy just now—if you complete the missing pages, I’ll help you with tomorrow’s attack," Wu Xiaode said.

Those missing pages might be important, they might not be.

But this kind of testing could make the middle-aged man think about whether to put more stakes on the table.

For example—

Directly stating the value of the book.

"You? Help me?" the middle-aged man said.

"Hey, we’re business partners who have faced life and death together, don’t be so heartless. Complete those pages, and I’ll help you deal with tomorrow’s attack," Wu Xiaode said.

"I’m not even sure I can defeat another myself, yet you think you can help me kill him?" the middle-aged man said.

"We shamans have no other skill but knowing how those guys will act, and..."

Wu Xiaode glanced at the brand-new skill on the sighing wall.

—Dreamer!

He smiled, speaking softly, "I’m quite adept at large-scale group assassinations... If you’re sincere, we can actually achieve more cooperation."

"Why should I trust you?" the middle-aged man said.

"This morning I could’ve just let the Prisoner Avatar kill you, but I didn’t—you don’t have to trust me, but you can trust that we have a common interest," Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man was silent for a few moments, then beckoned with his hand.

Suddenly, several pages of the comic emerged in the Void, gently floating in front of Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode focused his gaze.

These pages indeed contained content not meant to be seen.

But he still didn’t know the significance contained in this comic book.

Hold on!

He beckoned with his hand, drawing one of the pages toward himself.

On this page, the male lead was speaking sweet nothings to the female lead, and not far from them on a workbench, stood a small puppet.

Puppets appeared in the comic from the previous epoch.

Not far from the puppet was a map; looking closely, it was a schematic of an underground tunnel.

Wu Xiaode’s thoughts raced.

—In the Demon God’s perception, he was a puppet.

It must think he had figured something out.

"No one has ever known how the previous epoch perished—I’ve been studying these comics and can actually see how the beings of that era lived, these are actually important clues."

That was its exact words.

So what had it figured out from this comic book?

That question could indeed be asked.

No danger in that.

Wu Xiaode, holding the page from the comic, asked with an impassive face, "Tell me, what did you see in this comic book?"

"Don’t be nervous, this is just a small section of a passage map hidden within the comic. I’ve looked for it a long time before finding it, so as soon as I saw you, I immediately thought of this comic book," the middle-aged man explained.

Wu Xiaode, mouth closed, said nothing, only watching him.

The middle-aged man said solemnly, "Will you truly help me deal with another me infiltrating our world tomorrow?"

"I will—if you don’t believe me, we can sign a contract," said Wu Xiaode.

Of course he would.

Not helping would expose him too!

"Alright, then I’ll take you to that tunnel—I believe you’re eager to go back and have a look," said the middle-aged man.

Wu Xiaode kept his composure, not speaking, as if he had tacitly agreed.

But inside, he was already swept by a storm of shock.

The token—

Was for the deepest part of the prison of sin.

The comic—

Hid the schematic map of the tunnel.

The Demon God said he wanted him to go back and have a look.

Going back where?

The origin of the Eternal Ancient Puppet belonged to the last epoch.

Could it be that by taking the deepest passage of the prison of sin, one could reach the previous epoch?