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

Chapter 348 A Millennium of Planning Comes to Nothing, Lu Sheng: I am the Rule of the Universe!

Fragments of the moon drifted silently in the pitch-black vacuum, and billions of years of deathly stillness once again dominated this space.

Lu Sheng stepped on a remaining piece of dark gold casting plate as if walking on flat ground. In his palm, the last line of the "Immortal Qin Military Canon," written in blood, still seemed to carry a trace of lingering warmth.

"There's no other way out, you'll have to walk it yourself."

Seven astronomical units away, the pinpoint-sized fluctuation of perception did not recede with the annihilation of the "Shepherd." Like a patient hunter, it quietly observed the even stronger beast that had emerged after the wolf pack had been cleared out.

Just as Lu Sheng was about to put away the military manual, deep within his dantian, the Star Gate fragment, which had been torn from the chest cavity of the old god and had already been mostly digested, emitted an unusual tremor.

This is not a system prompt.

It is a kind of delay information encoded at the lowest level, bypassing all surface protocols. It is the last "switch" left by the ancient emperor for his remnant soul.

It was triggered.

In the void ahead, a fleeting shadow silently coalesced.

Even more ethereal than the one at the sun's core, his features were blurred, almost transparent, like an ancient sheet of paper soaked in water for millennia. Gone was the majesty of imperial robes, and the backdrop of a throne; he simply hung there, speaking in a tone as if he could vanish at any moment after delivering his last words.

"The shepherd is not the enemy of the universe."

The ancient emperor's afterimage showed no anger, nor any hatred towards his killers; only a cold, factual calm.

"They are the cleaners of the universe, specializing in dealing with out-of-control viral populations like the Abyss. The speed of Xianqin's technological expansion back then touched the 'permitted threshold' of the universe's balance, and was judged by the system to be the next potential source of disease."

"So, we were 'cleaned'."

That war of annihilation in which the Immortal Qin waged the fate of their entire clan was not an equal invasion between two civilizations.

It was a cold, impersonal disinfection process.

"We refuse to accept this," the ancient emperor's afterimage continued. "So, we began to study its underlying logic."

He laid bare the last trump card of the Immortal Qin Dynasty, which was also a high-stakes gamble spanning ten thousand years.

"There's a theoretical flaw in the universe's cleansing system: viruses are eliminated because all known viruses have an energy limit and will eventually annihilate themselves over endless time. But what if there were an individual capable of infinitely consuming everything, never reaching that limit…?"

"Then it is no longer a virus."

"It's the new rules themselves."

The Dragon God Sequence is not meant to cultivate an unparalleled warrior, but to sow a seed that can grow into a completely new cosmic law.

"The resentment of the abyss, the origin of the old gods, the holy light of angels, the destructive power of the sun..." There was no boasting in the ancient emperor's voice, like a craftsman introducing his work, "What you are eating bite by bite is not food, but a culture medium that I have carefully prepared for you over the past ten thousand years."

Lu Sheng was manipulated and fed from beginning to end.

All the life-or-death battles he experienced were catalysts. All the powerful enemies he devoured were fodder.

The truth was revealed, and the afterimage of the ancient emperor raised his hand.

A hexagonal seal, constructed entirely of black gold and covered with ancient seal script, slowly emerged from his illusory core.

Imperial Seal.

It is not a magic weapon, but a complete and extremely domineering consciousness overwriting protocol.

For the first time, the ancient emperor's tone carried an undeniable firmness.

"By inheriting this mark, your evolution will be incorporated into the order framework of the Immortal Qin, safeguarding the last exiled seeds of human civilization. This is not a request."

"This is your duty as the 'outcome' that was designed."

The Imperial Seal, detached from the remnant soul of the ancient emperor, slowly drifted towards Lu Sheng. The pressure of consciousness emanating from its body, under the guise of "race survival" and "eternal mission," attempted to nail Lu Sheng, this ferocious beast that had broken free of all reins, back into a pre-set position.

This is the final source of confidence that the Immortal Qin Dynasty has been planning for ten thousand years.

Use the greatest sentiments to forge the strongest shackles.

Lu Sheng watched the Emperor Seal slowly drifting towards him, without dodging or even showing the slightest disgust. He simply extended two fingers and firmly caught the seal just before it touched his brow.

I weighed it in my hand.

It's like estimating the weight of a roadside stone.

The moment the Imperial Seal touched the ancient divine body, the internal consciousness overwriting protocol was instantly activated. A vast, solemn, and compelling stream of commands attempted to climb into his sea of ​​consciousness along his fingertips.

Lu Sheng looked down at the golden data stream that was being frantically "written" into his fingertips, without even glancing at the Ancient Emperor.

At the dantian, the [Ancient Devouring Furnace] rotated in one direction.

That top-level agreement, capable of rewriting the Spirit Emperor's will, along with that "racial righteousness," was torn apart at its root by an unreasonable force and dragged into the furnace, instantly crushed into the purest attribute-free spiritual source, and integrated into Lu Sheng's blood.

The core of the Imperial Seal was emptied, its light dissipated, and it turned into a cold, lifeless object.

"obligation?"

Lu Sheng held the empty seal in his palm, his five fingers coming together, and his bones made a crisp popping sound.

"I've eaten the food prepared for Xian Qin for ten thousand years, and now you're asking me for money?"

Black gold powder spilled from between his fingers, and before it could dissipate, he flicked his hand and casually tossed the residue into the boundless void.

As the Imperial Seal came to an end, the transparency of the ancient emperor's afterimage suddenly increased, and it could dissipate at any moment.

But he kept going.

The final will was activated, not through persuasion, but through a line of forced return code buried deep within the genetic code of the "Dragon God Sequence".

It is the last thread that the chess player plants in the heart of the chess piece.

Deep within Lu Sheng's spine, at a tiny node, something felt like an invisible thorn had gently twitched.

Then, the thorn twitched twice more.

Stopped.

It wasn't Lu Sheng who forcibly cut it off with external force.

It was during its daily operation that the [Ancient Devouring Furnace] incidentally digested the genetic segment containing that line of code as well.

Lu Sheng looked down at the brand-new imperial mark on his chest, shaped like a nebula vortex—a mark that had been created after devouring the sun's origin, and which happened to cover the spot where the ancient emperor had buried the thread.

The stove had long since become inseparable from him.

The furnace is him. Any command that tries to pry open his body will be treated as fresh ingredients and processed cleanly by this never-ending machine.

The ancient emperor remained silent.

This was the only real miscalculation in his millennia-long scheming.

"Things ingrained in your bones can also be eaten." Lu Sheng patted his chest, his tone as if he were commenting on a rather troublesome ingredient. "It's a bit difficult to chew, but the taste is alright."

The ancient emperor's afterimage finally began to completely dissipate.

The last vestige of his obsession condensed into a faint golden light before him, no longer oppressive, no longer pleading, only a final statement remained.

"Do you know how many batches of cleaners are still on their way in the universe? The little bit of wealth that Xianqin left you won't last until the next harvest."

Lu Sheng stretched out his hand, letting the golden light fall into his palm.

He gathered the last remnant soul of the ancient emperor into his palm, and then sent it into the [Ancient Devouring Heaven Furnace].

The movement was as natural as drinking water.

There was no ceremony, no pause, not a shred of respect for the end of a great civilization.

The furnace door was closed.

The 10,000-year-long scheme of the Immortal Qin Dynasty came to an end at this moment, in the most thorough and undignified way.

In the instant of digestion, the extreme forces within Lu Sheng's body that had been constantly rubbing against each other—the Eclipse Black Flame, the Abyss Water System, the Abyss Corruption, the Ancient God Chaos, and the Angelic Holy Light—completed their final, intense fusion within the furnace cavity.

It's not a collapse, but a meticulous and thorough reorganization that begins from within the bones.

The twelve black and gold dragon wings behind him unfolded silently, their surfaces burning with pure black solar fire. The patterns on the wing bones were of the same origin as the angel wings that he had torn apart with his bare hands, but what they burned was a completely opposite kind of destruction.

Lu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

The two rotating, pitch-black miniature stars absorbed the reflections of the bronze remains and rock fragments floating in the void.

Before my eyes, the system panel, after displaying a series of unresolved evolution prompts, fell completely silent, and no further prompts about the upper limit appeared.

He stood on the floating fragment of the casting plate, with the quiet blue planet behind him, and in the distance, the unclaimed skeletons of the remaining bronze fleet, slowly being dragged toward the sun by gravity.

He took out "The Immortal Qin Military Manual", turned to the last blank page, glanced at the line of blood-written words, closed the book, and threw it into his storage space.

He spoke.

His voice was flat, yet the laws of the Abyss Water System transformed his words into the purest shockwaves, piercing through the vacuum and precisely landing on every piece of matter within the solar system that exhibited spiritual energy fluctuations.

The fold of space, which was not yet fully closed seven astronomical units away, also clearly received this announcement.

"There are no pastures, no harvesters, and nowhere for the next batch of cleaners to come."

"This is mine."

"I am the rule."