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

Chapter 320 The True Form of the Sea God is Actually This? Lu Sheng Goes Berserk for Desecrating the

With a flick of his fingertips, the wet, pink mass of flesh exploded in Lu Sheng's hand.

puff.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled thud like rotten fruit being crushed. Dark red liquid dripped from between fingers, mixed with a few strands of still twitching nerves, landing on the floor of the Hall of Bones with a sizzling sound that made your teeth ache.

The flashing high-frequency signal stopped abruptly.

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence, even the hum of electricity that had been permeating the air disappeared.

"Number One?"

Lu Sheng shook his hand and wiped it disdainfully on the wrecked mecha shell beside him. He walked to the edge of the hole left by the sunken throne and peered down.

black.

Pure, non-reflective black.

It was like a gaping maw, waiting for its prey to jump in. Instead of the sweltering heat of molten lava, a complex and pungent smell rose up—a mixture of high-concentration formaldehyde, aged, decaying dust, and a nauseating, forcibly suppressed stench of blood.

"It's well hidden."

Without hesitation, Lu Sheng lightly touched the ground with his toes, and like a lead ball, he plummeted straight into the darkness.

"Hey! Young Island Master! The situation down there is unclear..." Li Xiaoyao stomped his feet anxiously as he watched the fleeting figure disappear into the distance.

Is this kid a honey badger? No matter if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire or the gates of hell ahead, he dares to jump down without even casting a reconnaissance spell?

Dao Yi tightened his grip on the whisk in his hand and turned to look at the woman in purple beside him: "Miss Luo?"

Luo Tianfei didn't speak, but the phantom of the nine phoenixes behind her slightly subsided, transforming into a close-fitting fire armor, and she jumped down after her.

"Madmen, they're all madmen."

Li Xiaoyao cursed and held the broken sword across his chest, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped in.

……

The descent was not long.

The feeling of weightlessness, which lasted for a few seconds, ended with a dull thud as the object landed.

The ground beneath my feet felt hard and cold; it wasn't natural rock, but rather a surface paved with white crystals resembling high-strength ceramic.

As the four landed, the previously dark space seemed to sense the presence of living people.

hum-

Above their heads, tens of thousands of meters high in the dome, one after another, enormous, deathly white crystals lit up. The light was devoid of any warmth, as white as the whites of a dead person's eyes, illuminating this world buried deep underground in minute detail.

The moment Li Xiaoyao saw his surroundings clearly, he gasped, the breath caught in his throat, almost suffocating him.

This is a huge, downward-circling corridor.

The sides of the corridor are not walls.

Those were two transparent ice walls, each over a hundred meters thick, stretching into the darkness at the edge of sight.

And within that ice wall...

are people.

People densely packed together, layer upon layer.

They were not randomly piled up, but rather like the most precious exhibits in a museum, each one individually sealed in a separate ice crystal bubble. Some were dressed in animal skins and held stone axes; some wore wide robes and long sleeves, with tall crowns and wide belts; some were clad in heavy armor and held broken spears.

The only thing they had in common was that they all had their eyes closed.

It's not death.

Their chests still rose and fell slightly at an extremely slow rate, almost once a year. Although the spiritual altar between their brows was dim, a faint flame of primordial energy still burned within it.

But that's the most terrifying part.

You can't live, you can't die.

"This is..." Dao Yi quickly walked to the ice wall on the left, his palm trembling as he pressed it against the chilling ice surface.

Behind the ice was an old man dressed in a black and white Taoist robe. The old man had white hair and beard, a serene face, and held a broken jade ruyi in his arms. Even in this eternal ice, a faint Taoist aura still lingered around him.

Dao Yi's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and his breathing became rapid.

"This...this is impossible..."

He suddenly turned his head to the other side, staggering.

There, sealed away, was a giant man with bulging muscles, standing over three meters tall. His skin was bronze, and even through a hundred-meter-thick layer of ice, one could feel the oppressive force of his physical body, enough to move mountains and fill seas.

"That's impossible..."

Dao Yi's voice began to change tone, his usual composure completely gone.

"What's wrong?" Luo Tianfei looked around warily, her hand already condensing the Nether Phoenix Black Flame.

"That's the 'Supreme True Man'..." Dao Yi pointed at the old man in the Taoist robe, his fingers trembling. "According to the Kunlun historical records, he comprehended the Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness three thousand years ago, ascended to heaven in broad daylight, and left Kunlun with ten thousand years of fortune."

He then pointed to the giant man.

"That's the 'Overlord'... the progenitor of the body cultivation lineage. Legend has it that he achieved sainthood through his physical body and long ago shattered the void to ascend to the upper realm!"

"These are all... these are all legendary figures who have already become immortals and ancestors!!"

Li Xiaoyao could no longer hear what Dao Yi was saying.

He was slumped on the ground, his eyes glazed over, staring intently at a corner high up on the ice wall.

There is a swordsman in blue robes there.

The swordsman looked very young, with an arrogance between his brows that even ten thousand years of ice could not erase. He carried a rusty iron sword on his back, a wine gourd hanging at his waist, and maintained a posture of drawing his sword and pointing it to the sky.

Li Xiaoyao practiced that pose his whole life.

That is the most profound sword intent starting stance of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect—【Azure Lotus Sword Song】.

"Grandmaster..."

Li Xiaoyao's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been sanded down with sandpaper. "Didn't you... open the Heavenly Gate with a single sword strike and become a deity in heaven?"

"How...how did you end up frozen here like a specimen?!"

An overwhelming sense of despair instantly overwhelmed the old man.

His lifelong belief in cultivation was to follow in the footsteps of his patriarch and one day be able to open the gates of heaven with a single sword strike. But now, reality has given him a resounding slap in the face.

Where is there a Heavenly Gate?

What ascension?

What they call the sky is nothing more than a giant freezer.

This isn't the celestial realm; this is the... morgue of those peerless geniuses.

"Why..." Dao Yi leaned against the ice wall, his eyes glazed over, muttering to himself, "Sea God... since you have such power, why did you trap them here? Why is this happening?"

"What else could it be?"

A calm, almost indifferent voice interrupted everyone's breakdown.

Lu Sheng walked slowly to the ice wall with his hands in his pockets. Unlike the others, he did not feel fear or sorrow. In his double-cross pupils, there was only an extremely rational, even somewhat cold, scrutiny.

He extended a finger and tapped the back of the blue-robed swordsman's head.

"Look there."

Li Xiaoyao looked up with teary eyes.

A very thin, almost completely transparent tube was inserted into the Dazhui acupoint on the back of the green-clad swordsman's neck.

You can't notice it at all unless you look closely.

The tube was deeply embedded in the spinal cord, and inside the tube wall, extremely faint, pale golden light was slowly flowing outwards.

Not just the swordsman in blue.

Every single person here, every so-called "ascended one," has such a tube inserted into the back of their head.

Millions of transparent conduits converge to form a vast and intricate neural network, extending along the dome to the deepest part of this underground space.

"Juice it."

Lu Sheng uttered two words, chillingly cold.

"To that so-called 'Sea God,' these are neither heroes nor prodigies."

"These are a group of high-energy batteries in excellent condition."

"It fattens people up, lures them in, freezes them, then inserts tubes, slowly draining their essence, draining their rules, to keep something running."

Lu Sheng turned around, looking at the bottomless end of the tunnel, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"The so-called ascension is nothing more than going from free-range to captive-raised."

"This is your god."

Li Xiaoyao's body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His Dao heart shattered.

This is worse than killing him.

Lu Sheng ignored the group of agitated elderly people; his blood was racing. It wasn't from fear, but from... excitement.

From the moment he stepped into this place, the ancient emperor's finger bone inside his body began to burn.

The feeling was like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days smelling blood.

"Let's go."

Lu Sheng strode forward, "Let's go see what that blood-drinking 'god' looks like."

After passing through this suffocating "hero's tomb," the space ahead suddenly opens up.

It was a huge, circular altar that could induce megalophobia.

The altar floor was no longer covered in white crystals, but instead inscribed with countless complex, dark red Immortal Qin runes. These runes, like circuits on a circuit board, guided energy conduits from all directions to the very center of the altar.

And there.

A heart is suspended in the air.

A... deformed, enormous heart.

It was a hundred meters tall. The left half was fresh, still writhing flesh and blood, covered with black blood vessels resembling those of abyssal monsters; the right half, however, was cold machinery, with precise gears meshing and silver hydraulic rods extending and retracting with each heartbeat.

Is this the sea god?

Is this the mastermind behind the True Sea, who made the Dragon Clan bow down and parasitized the Spirit Emperor?

It is not some supreme being.

It is a... semi-biological, semi-mechanical perpetual motion machine.

thump.

thump.

Each deep, rhythmic heartbeat sent ripples through the underground space, visible to the naked eye. The primordial energy drawn from the ice walls, transformed by the heart, became a potent, dark golden elixir, which was then transported through the pipes below into the unknown depths.

"So ugly."

Standing at the edge of the altar, Lu Sheng gave an extremely harsh assessment.

But his gaze did not linger on the heart itself for long.

His gaze was fixed intently on the area surrounding his heart.

Those were eight severed fingers, suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating around the heart like satellites.

Even from a great distance, Lu Sheng could sense the aura emanating from it.

overbearing.

Dominate for all ages.

Even though it was already dilapidated and almost blackened by the abyss's aura, the majesty of the "Emperor" still distorted the surrounding space.

Om-! ! !

The moment Lu Sheng saw the eight severed fingers, the finger bone he had hidden in his dantian, and even the Emperor's Dharma Image deep within the Great Dragon of the Spine, all erupted simultaneously.

A surge of overwhelming rage exploded in his mind.

[WARNING! Similar components found!]

[Detected "Remains of an Ancient Emperor" (8/10)...]

The core components are severely contaminated... and are being used as "fuel" to keep the high-dimensional machinery running...

[System determination: This is blasphemy!]

In Lu Sheng's cross-shaped pupils, the original deathly gray was instantly replaced by a violent dark gold.

It turned out to be the case.

The reason this broken heart can operate for ten thousand years without ceasing, and the reason it can suppress the rules of the entire True Sea, is not because it is so strong.

It's because it... stole the power of the ancient emperor!

It used the remains of that once mighty emperor as fuel rods for the core reactor!

"Using people's ancestors as batteries..."

Lu Sheng stared at the enormous heart, a low chuckle escaping his throat. The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into unrestrained, maniacal laughter that made the runes on the altar flicker.

"Okay, very good."

"I was worried that eating it might give you diarrhea."

Lu Sheng walked step by step toward the edge of the altar, and with each step he took, his aura rose a notch.

Dark golden dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin, covering his neck and cheeks. The air behind him distorted; although the thousand-meter-tall Desolate Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Image was suppressed by the space here and could not fully unfold, its terrifying intent had already locked onto what lay ahead.

"Since you added the seasoning yourself..."

Lu Sheng stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes brimming with greed that seemed to materialize.

"So, this meal..."

"I'm going to eat you up!"