Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

Xu Si was speechless for a moment when he saw the "confused" expressions on the two tree-men's faces.

The Tree People are not a warlike race; their greatest hobby is sunbathing.

Unexpectedly, the divine messenger was the same.

He turned to look at Si Zan, who had already turned his head to the side, his snake tail swaying restlessly in the void, looking as if to say, "Don't ask me, I don't understand either."

"Alright, but I have one more question!"

"Why do you have so many questions?" Sora asked impatiently.

"How did you find this place? Doesn't this magic array work for you?" Xu Si asked directly, ignoring the others.

"This thing can evade our senses, but can it evade Lady Verka's senses?" Gu Ke's words were full of mockery.

Si Zan, standing behind Xu Si, turned pale.

This was a gift from Lord Vesere. Does this guy mean that Lord Vesere is inferior to Lady Verka?

Xu Si understood.

With a wave of his hand, the Myriad Manifestations Return to Nothingness Formation cracked open in front of him, creating a gap just wide enough for two people to pass through.

Guca and Sola practically couldn't wait to crawl inside.

The World Tree's enormous canopy drew ever closer into view, but the two tree-people's movements grew slower and softer.

The white flowers on the coca vines all closed, the fluorescent light subsided to its extreme, and the whole tree transformed from a shimmering sacred tree into a silent and solemn old tree.

The tender buds at the ends of Sola's branches no longer grew wildly, but instead drooped down quietly, like a group of children sitting obediently in front of their mother.

They consciously placed themselves in an open area on the periphery of the World Tree's root system.

This place is about ten miles away from the main trunk of the World Tree. The soil is fertile, and a thick lateral root meanders through the ground.

And then, in the blink of an eye, they really did become two smaller 'World Trees'.

They ignore everything except the people in the World Tree.

"What's going on?" Before Fu Xiaojian could finish arranging for people to enter the cave to hide, Xu Si led two guys to set up shop outside the city.

"I'm a little confused too, but these two divine messengers should be fine!"

Xu Si briefly recounted what had just happened, and Fu Xiaojian was amazed.

"How familiar are you with Sequence 8? We need to speed things up!" Xu Si looked at Fu Xiaojian, his tone carrying a rare sense of urgency.

If two divine messengers can descend today, what about tomorrow?

Fu Xiaojian gave a wry smile, raised his hand to rub the scepter totem that had fully formed between his eyebrows: "You mean keep piling people on me? To be honest, I feel like a balloon being blown up with all my might, ready to burst at any moment."

"It won't explode." Xu Si's gaze swept over him, and the law patterns flowing deep within his star pupils quickly deduced the energy state within Fu Xiaojian's body.

"Your sequence core is very stable, and the anchor points of the will of 120,000 people are evenly distributed without any deviation."

"I mean, the pressure is so intense I feel like I'm about to explode!"

"Stop being so dramatic, it's only three days."

"The third batch of frozen people will be thawed in three days. You must get them into optimal condition before they complete their initial resettlement. As for the remaining 180,000 people, if you're lucky, you can directly break through to Sequence Nine. If you're unlucky, I'll find you more people."

"So soon?" Fu Xiaojian took a deep breath and nodded.

"Oh right, those two—" Fu Xiaojian gestured with his chin toward the outer edge of the World Tree's root system. The two miniature World Trees had grown lush and verdant in the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

"Ignore them! Your priority now is to prepare for breaking through to Sequence Nine!"

Originally, there should have been half a month to prepare, but Xu Si only gave him three days because the divine messenger arrived faster than he expected, and the Myriad Manifestations Return to Nothingness Formation was not as useful as he had imagined.

The main problem is that Xu Si also needs time to improve himself. He has been doing too many miscellaneous things these days, so much so that he hasn't had time to think properly about how to ascend to godhood.

Or, as Si Zan suggested, eliminate all the divine messengers and absorb enough nutrients before making any moves.

However, he always felt that if this were the way to ascend to godhood.

Can't other deities also create their own deities?

Therefore, Xu Si was skeptical of this.

After all, these are all just speculations. As for the truth, you will never know unless the gods tell you.

"Alright, alright!" Fu Xiaojian sounded a bit like he was being hypocritical after getting a good deal, but probably no one whose strength had increased so drastically could do better than him.

The third and final batch of frozen people has finally begun to thaw.

Everyone's efficiency has increased to an unprecedented level.

Yue Lengshu had already prepared a plan to reduce the allocation of supplies.

After all, if 300,000 people were suddenly crammed into the cave, no matter how hard Fan Wanwan and the others tried, they could not meet all the material needs in just a few days.

However, with the addition of those two tree-men, the crops were ripening at an abnormally rapid pace.

This greatly alleviated the pressure on supplies. As long as the food shortage was plugged, everything would be much easier to manage.

When Xu Si transported the last batch of frozen people from various cryogenic chambers to Nirvana Cave Heaven, the entire cave heaven had expanded to several times its original size.

Its area is even larger than that of Xu Si's small world. However, his small world is a complete planet, while the cave is just a plane, or more like a fragment of a world.

It has everything it should have, but it cannot give birth to life and laws.

Looking down from the high platform, the white houses in the resettlement area resemble a square formation blooming on the earth, the teams working in the fields meander like an ant colony, and the newly dug artificial waterway shimmers in the dim light.

Three hundred thousand people.

This number was just the population of a small town before the apocalypse, but on Earth today, it represents one of the few remaining sparks of human civilization.

Fu Xiaojian was still standing on the edge of the platform, having stood there for a full day and night.

No one dared to approach him.

It wasn't that he gave any orders, but rather the aura emanating from him that made everyone who tried to approach instinctively stop.

Only Zhou Yu stood guard nearby, watching out for any potential dangers.

Actually, there's not much danger. The City of Fire has now united as one, and everyone is working hard for everything known and unknown.

Jiao Jiao came once, stood at a distance for a moment, and left without saying anything.

She is now Sequence Eight, and her perception of energy fluctuations is more acute than anyone else's, until she realizes that she can't be of much help.

Fu Xiaojian's promotion method meant that he was almost impossible to be in any danger.

The scepter totem between his eyebrows had fully unfolded, and the dark gold lines extending from both sides of his nose to his cheekbones resembled the projection of an ancient crown, outlining a mask of imposing authority on his face.

That was the mark left on him by the "leader" sequence.

At this moment, this mark is being reshaped from within by some ancient and primordial force.

Xu Si stood in the palace, his star-like eyes peering through the spatial barrier of the cave, taking in every fluctuation of law on Fu Xiaojian's body.

He saw countless threads.

It is an invisible thread of cause and effect that extends from each of those who are protected.

They traversed the space of the cave, passed through tents and fields, and covered all the distances between the frozen people still queuing to receive supplies and the old residents of the City of Firewood weeding in the fields, finally converging on Fu Xiaojian's sequence core.

"This is the condensation of laws..." Xu Si's starry eyes narrowed slightly.

It has more than one set of rules.

However, the laws that Fu Xiaojian is currently condensing are completely different from those he controls.

Is it order?

Xu Si sensed a cold, lifeless aura emanating from it.