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

Chapter 303 Lei Wuji Resurrected? 1 Slap to Straighten Your Head

The faint light before dawn pierced through the thin mist, cutting the ruins of Kunlun Tianmen into fragments.

Lu Sheng stood on the white marble ruins, looking at the pale figure blocking his way, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"What? Didn't you get enough of those riddles? Want another round?"

Lu Sheng chewed the last piece of fruit and casually flicked the pit toward Dao Yi's face.

Snapped.

The pit turned to dust about three inches from the path.

Dao Yi remained motionless and lifeless. His eyes, which usually held the divine light of life and death, now held an eerie, deathly gray hue.

"Buzz—"

Without any warning, Dao Yi raised his hand and unleashed a wisp of purple energy.

The purple aura did not attack Lu Sheng, but instead transformed into a semi-transparent light shield with a diameter of 100 meters, instantly isolating the two of them from the outside world. On the light shield, there were dense Dao patterns flowing, which were the "Absolute Domain" that only a Spirit Master of the Extreme Realm could use.

The sounds of the wind, insects, and even light from the outside world were distorted and blocked out.

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and the Desolate Heaven Emperor deep in his spine trembled slightly.

"Trying to trap and beat the dog?" Lu Sheng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "Your domain is as fragile as paper. Believe me, I can crack your skull open with one punch."

I believe you.

Dao Yi spoke. His voice was no longer aloof; instead, it carried a hoarseness and weariness that had been suppressed to the extreme.

"Lu Sheng, do you think that just because you won the preliminaries and ate the ancient emperor's finger bone, you're the game-changer?"

Dao Yi turned around and looked directly into Lu Sheng's eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of pity.

"You're nothing but... a pig that's fattened itself up even more."

Lu Sheng's smile slowly faded.

He hates being called a pig.

Even metaphors are not acceptable.

"Speak like a human." A dangerous gray glint flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes. "While I'm in a good mood right now, you'd better give me a reason not to kill you."

Dao Yi took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Sizzle—"

He suddenly ripped open his moon-white Taoist robe, which symbolized the supreme glory of the holy land, revealing his originally smooth and jade-like back.

The next second, Lu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly.

On Dao Yi's back, a fist-sized black eyeball was growing out and slowly wriggling!

The flesh around the eyeball had rotted away, and countless black blood vessels, like tree roots, pierced into Dao Yi's spine and meridians. With each heartbeat, the eyeball greedily sucked up the purple spiritual power within Dao Yi's body, then exhaled wisps of turbid black energy, feeding back into Dao Yi's body.

That's not ordinary parasitism.

That was a forced fusion of the will of the abyss.

"Do you see that?" Dao Yi's voice trembled slightly, a tremor of pain and humiliation. "This is what is called the 'Extreme Realm'."

"Every prodigy who wants to break through the limits of the Spirit Sect and step into the ultimate realm will be granted this 'Eye of God'."

Dao Yi pulled up his Taoist robe again to cover the nauseating scene, his face as pale as paper.

"Kunlun... has been rotten to the core for a long time."

"From the sect leader to the law enforcement elders, all the high-ranking members have been corrupted by demons."

"This so-called holy land competition is not for selecting talent at all, but a meticulously planned... sacrificial ceremony."

Dao Yi stared intently at Lu Sheng, speaking rapidly:

"The energy and spirit of billions of viewers, and the lifeblood and inspiration of tens of thousands of geniuses, will ultimately converge on the battlefield of the finals."

"And the ultimate victor will be forged into... the strongest vessel to bear the descent of the Abyss Mother!"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Lu Sheng stood there, processing this shocking revelation.

If anyone else had heard this, their Dao heart would probably have shattered from fear. But Lu Sheng simply stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"No wonder," Lu Sheng muttered to himself, "I knew those old guys were looking at me strangely; they were looking at the braised pork."

He looked up at Dao Yi, his eyes playful: "Since you're their chosen vessel, why tell me all this? Do you want me to gouge that eye out for you?"

"You can't pry it out." Dao shook his head, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes. "It has become symbiotic with my soul. I came to you because you are the only variable."

"You ate the 'Fruit of Desolation' left behind by the ancient emperor. It is the only power that can restrain the abyss."

Dao Yi reached out his hand to Lu Sheng, and a broken jade slip appeared in his palm.

"We will cooperate."

"During the finals, I will do everything in my power to hold off those corrupted Spirit Kings. All you need to do is secure the championship prize—'Heart of the True Sea'."

"That was a contingency plan left behind by the ancient emperor, and also... the key to completely destroying this abyss passage."

Lu Sheng looked at Dao Yi's outstretched hand but did not take it.

He just scoffed.

"cooperate?"

Lu Sheng stepped forward, and that domineering and desolate aura suddenly erupted, forcibly squeezing Dao Yi's domain until it creaked.

"I never cooperate with people who are about to die."

Dao Yi's expression changed, and he was about to speak.

"Smack."

A large hand covered in bone spurs suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

"Bear with it."

Lu Sheng's voice boomed in Dao Yi's ear.

Before Dao Yi could react, a terrifying gray-white energy, representing "end" and "desolation," forcefully poured into Dao Yi's body through Lu Sheng's palm.

"roar----!!"

The sleeping black demonic eye on Dao Yi's back seemed to have been doused with molten iron, emitting an extremely shrill scream.

"Ugh!!"

Dao Yi trembled violently, his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his knees buckled, almost causing him to kneel down.

It was an excruciating pain, like having your soul crushed on a millstone.

"Shut up, you bastard!"

Lu Sheng's eyes turned ashen, and the dragon on his spine roared.

The power of desolation was like a red-hot branding iron, suppressing and sealing the demonic eye until it completely stopped writhing and turned into a piece of dead flesh.

Three seconds.

For Dao Yi, it felt like three centuries had passed.

When Lu Sheng released his grip, Dao Yi gasped for breath, as if he had been pulled from the water. But to his horror, he discovered that the demonic eye that had tormented him for years was actually... completely still?

Although it was only a temporary suppression, he felt a long-lost sense of control over his body.

"This...this is..." Dao Yi raised his head, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Lu Sheng had completely changed.

That is reverence for the gods.

"Don't look at me like that." Lu Sheng wiped his hands disgustedly, as if he had just touched some kind of excrement. "Consider this a deposit."

"Want me to help you flip the table? Sure."

"But that so-called 'Heart of the True Sea' belongs to me."

"And..." Lu Sheng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs, "During the finals, gather all those corrupted old bastards together."

"I've been having a good appetite lately, and I just happen to be missing a few hearty dishes."

Dao Yi looked at the incredibly arrogant man in front of him and suddenly laughed.

That was the first genuine smile he had shown in years.

"Alright." Dao Yi put away the jade slip, and the purple aura dissipated. "It's a deal."

"I have some free news for you." Dao Yi regained his usual aloofness, his figure beginning to blur. "Your first opponent in the finals is the leader of the Thunder Spirit Hall."

"Be careful, he's no longer human."

"His current strength... is that of a half-step Spirit Emperor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Yi disappeared.

Lu Sheng stood still, looking at the rising sun, a hint of frenzied fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

"A half-step Spirit Emperor?"

He licked his lips.

"Then it should be... very nourishing, right?"

……

When Lu Sheng leisurely strolled back to his residence on Dengxian Island, the atmosphere there had frozen to a freezing point.

The once spacious camp was now completely surrounded by a dense crowd of Lei Ling Hall disciples.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and burning.

"boom--!!"

A purple lightning whip lashed fiercely at the camp's defensive formation, causing the thin light barrier to tremble precariously.

"Li Xiaoyao! Haven't you been a coward enough?!"

A wildly arrogant laugh echoed through the sky.

Lu Sheng paused, then looked up.

A figure was seen hovering above the camp.

The man was wearing tattered cloud-patterned armor, with a shocking purple ligature mark on his neck. His face was an eerie bluish-gray, and his eyes had no pupils, only two flickering purple ghost flames.

Lei Wuji.

That useless young master whose neck had been snapped by Lu Sheng and who had been thrown away like a dead dog.

It has now come back to life.

Moreover, the aura emanating from him had actually surged from the previous half-step Spirit King to... a mid-level Spirit King!

"What? Disappointed that I, the young master, am still alive?"

Lei Wuji wielded his thunder whip wildly, each strike carrying the corrosive black energy unique to the abyss, corroding a large hole in the formation of the Immortal Ascension Island.

"Hand over that little bastard Lu Sheng!!"

Lei Wuji roared, his voice no longer human, but like two rusty iron sheets rubbing against each other.

"Otherwise, I'll devour you bunch of trash from Ascension Island alive today!!"

Inside the camp, Li Xiaoyao held a broken sword, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating he was seriously injured.

Consort Luo's face turned deathly pale, and the phantom of the Nine Phoenixes dimmed and lost its luster.

A sense of despair was spreading.

They had absolutely no chance of winning against a monster that had come back from the dead and whose strength had increased dramatically.

Just as Lei Wuji was preparing to deliver the final blow to the formation and completely annihilate everyone on Dengxian Island.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A lazy clapping sound came abruptly from behind him.

Lei Wuji froze, his stiff head slowly turning 180 degrees to look behind him.

Lu Sheng stood atop a flagpole, hands in his pockets, looking at him with a mocking expression.

"Hey, isn't this so-and-so?"

Lu Sheng pointed to the purple ligature mark on Lei Wuji's neck and smiled wickedly.

"Your neck hasn't healed yet after it broke last time? Why is your head still tilted?"

"or……"

Lu Sheng stretched out a hand and gently clenched it in the void.

"Shall I help you... straighten it again?"