Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

Chapter 260 Is the Spirit King just cannon fodder? Two Spirit Saints suppress the Far East battlefie

The wind stopped halfway up Daozi Peak.

The spiritual mist solidified, and the only sound around them was the beating of their hearts.

The hostility in Lu Sheng's eyes did not diminish because of Li Xiaoyao's silence; on the contrary, it grew sharper as time went on. He wanted an answer, a reason that could convince him not to overturn the chessboard.

Li Xiaoyao didn't rush to defend himself.

The old man walked to the edge of the cliff, turned his back to Lu Sheng, and looked down at the surging sea of ​​clouds.

"Lu Sheng, this debt is actually very easy to settle."

Li Xiaoyao's voice was very soft, easily dispersed by the wind at high altitude, but its content was as heavy as lead.

"Billions of lives were sacrificed for the possibility of a civilization continuing. If you were in that position, what would you choose?"

Lu Sheng remained silent.

He walked to the spring, bent down and scooped up a handful of water, watching the crystal-clear liquid flow through his fingers.

In the end times, there is no right or wrong, only the outcome.

If those old guys hadn't gone to block the guns back then, there probably wouldn't even be any bacteria left on Earth now.

"The deal was profitable."

Lu Sheng shook the water droplets off his hands, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather, "Although it sounds like a load of crap, if it's to preserve the flame, the deaths of these billions of people are worthwhile."

That's his logic.

Absolute rationality, absolute self-interest.

Li Xiaoyao turned around, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy old eyes. He had prepared a whole host of profound principles, and was even prepared to be cursed by this young man, but he never expected Lu Sheng to accept it so quickly, so...cold-bloodedly.

"Since you plugged the hole in the sky back then."

Lu Sheng ignored the old man's gaze, walked a few steps to the edge of the cliff, his eyes seemingly piercing through layers of mist and reaching straight to the seabed, "Where is the main force of the Abyss now?"

He tapped the ground with his toes.

"Aside from those mindless floating corpses and mutated sea beasts, I haven't seen any decent regular army along the way. If the Abyss really has the power to destroy the world, the True Sea shouldn't be so peaceful now."

"Peace?"

Li Xiaoyao smiled.

That smile carried an indescribable irony and weariness.

"That's because someone is bleeding for you in a place you can't see."

The old man waved his sleeve.

hum!

The void trembled, and countless rays of light converged, instantly outlining a huge and three-dimensional holographic sea map in front of the two.

The area in the center of the nautical chart, where Dengxian Island is located, is marked in blue, indicating that it is relatively safe.

Li Xiaoyao's finger swept eastward.

As he moved, the color of the nautical chart began to turn murky and black. Until the far east, the entire sea area took on a nauseating dark red color, like a festering scar.

The place was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable blood-red mist.

In the mist, countless points of light representing the spiritual source's reaction flickered wildly like fireworks before extinguishing.

Every second, hundreds or thousands of points of light disappear.

Each point of light represents a high-level expert.

"This is the real sea."

Li Xiaoyao pointed to the festering sore area, his voice tinged with the smell of gunpowder.

"The abyss has never retreated. Although we have blocked the spatial rift with our physical bodies, the barrier there is as thin as paper. The army of the abyss keeps infiltrating, trying to tear open a second gap."

"More than 80% of the combat power of Quanzhen Sea, all the lords of the cave heavens, and all the ruthless rogue cultivators are stuffed into this meat grinder."

The old man turned to look at Lu Sheng, his tone chilling.

"There, a level 9 soldier is just barely qualified to carry a weapon. A level 10 strongman... is just a slightly stronger centurion."

"As for a Spirit King like myself..."

Li Xiaoyao stretched out a withered finger and gestured across his neck.

"If you're unlucky enough to encounter a charge from the Abyss Royal Family, you'll just be a slightly larger cannon fodder, not even leaving behind a complete corpse."

Lu Sheng tightened his grip on his hand, which was in his pocket.

The Spirit King, cannon fodder?

On Immortal Ascension Island, the Spirit King is a high-ranking elder, a tyrant whose word can decide life and death.

But on that battlefield, they were just consumables?

The pool was deeper than he had imagined.

"Then who's holding them off?" Lu Sheng asked the crucial question. "Since even the Spirit King is just cannon fodder, what makes him think he can hold off the Abyss's main force?"

If even the Spirit King couldn't hold his ground, this defensive line should have collapsed long ago.

"Good question."

Li Xiaoyao straightened his slightly hunched back, and a light, almost like that of a pilgrim, shone in his eyes.

"Above the Spirit King, who controls the rules and manifests a Dharma body, is the Spirit Emperor!"

"Above the Spirit Emperor, where a single thought can create and destroy, and a domain can transform into a world, this is the Spirit Venerable!"

"But what truly stabilized that area of ​​sky, preventing the Abyss army from crossing that line to this day..."

Li Xiaoyao's voice suddenly rose in pitch, causing the spiritual mist on Daozi Peak to surge.

"They are two spiritual saints who have transcended the level of mortal life, whose physical bodies are as long-lived as heaven and earth!!"

boom!

The moment those two words landed, the Dragon God sequence within Lu Sheng's body jolted violently.

It's not fear.

It's a kind of excitement when you encounter your own kind, or even when you encounter "prey".

Spiritual Saint.

So this is the true ceiling that the world is currently showing.

Lu Sheng licked his slightly dry lips, the shock in his eyes quickly being swallowed up by an even more fervent ambition.

"That's interesting."

He stared at the two bright spots on the nautical chart, which were as dazzling as the sun.

One in the south and one in the north, like two anchors firmly planted on the edge of the blood-red battlefield, unmoved by the raging black abyss.

"Are these two also among our people?" Lu Sheng asked.

"Sort of, but not entirely."

Li Xiaoyao suppressed his fervor, his tone becoming complex.

"They come from the only two 'holy lands' in the True Sea—Kunlun and Penglai."

"Those are colossal beings passed down from the previous era, or even earlier. Compared to them, our Immortal Ascension Island is just a slightly larger mountain."

"This abyssal tide is a catastrophe for us, but for the two holy lands, it is an opportunity to reshuffle the deck."

Li Xiaoyao gave a cold laugh, revealing his helplessness towards the vested interests of those in power.

"They guard the battlefield, both to protect humanity and to reap the rewards. The legacies of the powerful who fell on the battlefield, the crystal cores of the abyss demons, the fragments of shattered spatial laws... in the end, most of them flow into the pockets of these two families."

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

That makes perfect sense.

There are no eternal obligations, only eternal interests.

These two sacred sites are the true owners of this real sea.

"so what?"

Lu Sheng looked at Li Xiaoyao with a playful expression, "You're telling me all this not just so I can admire the grandeur of a great figure, are you?"

If it's just for popular science, there's no need to bring him here just to see a picture.

"Of course not."

Li Xiaoyao's expression turned serious; the true nature of the dagger was revealed as the map was unrolled.

"The Abyss's offensive is growing increasingly fierce, and the two Spirit Saints are nearing their breaking point. Therefore, the two holy lands have decided to join forces and launch an unprecedented 'Holy Land Grand Competition'."

"They will face the Pure Sea and spare no effort to select the most outstanding 'Son of Salvation'."

"Once selected, you will directly enter the core of the Holy Land."

Li Xiaoyao leaned closer to Lu Sheng, lowered his voice, and threw out the bait that was enough to drive anyone crazy.

"That's a place where you're truly close to God."

"There is a complete path to godhood there, fragments of 'divinity' left over from the previous era, and even..."

The old man paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"There is a Dragon Transformation Pool that can allow you, a true dragon, to break through to the Spirit King realm in the shortest possible time, and even reach higher realms!"

Dragon Transformation Pool!

Lu Sheng's breathing became erratic.

Although his current physical strength is abnormal, the resources required for him to evolve again are astronomical.

If you rely on yourself to slowly accumulate wealth, even if you harvest all the resources on Immortal Ascension Island, it still won't be enough.

But if it's one of the two holy sites...

"When does this competition begin?" Lu Sheng asked.

"Three months later."

Li Xiaoyao held up three fingers. "For the next three months, I will use all the resources of Ascension Island to arm you to the teeth. You have only one mission."

"In the grand competition, we'll crush everyone."

"Whether it's a Daoist disciple from Kunlun or a Holy Maiden from Penglai, anyone who gets in my way will be trampled to death."

Li Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed with a gambler's red light.

"As long as you can make it into the top three, our Immortal Island will ascend to heaven along with everyone else and get a share of the soup flowing from the holy land."

Lu Shengle was delighted.

So this old man was waiting here.

This isn't training disciples; it's training thugs to steal the spoils from the feast at the Holy Land.

However, this suited him perfectly.