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

Xu Si raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a pure and ultimate power of the laws of matter surged from his palm, transforming into a dark golden beam of light that directly struck the area where Chen Pei's consciousness was located.

"Swallow it."

The seawater suddenly boiled.

Chen Pei did not refuse, because he knew that this power of the material law was nothing more than a drop in the ocean for Xu Si, but for him it was the final force to break through that barrier.

The dark golden beam of light exploded in the seawater, transforming into countless fine "snakes" that spread along the network of consciousness that Chen Pei had already laid out, reaching every corner of the entire ocean.

Wherever those serpents passed, the color of the sea changed for a moment—from azure to dark gold, and then back to azure, as if branded by some higher power.

Then everything fell silent.

The sea no longer boiled, the ocean currents no longer surged, and even the marine life that had gathered around Chen Pei's consciousness stopped swimming, hovering in the seawater, quietly waiting for something.

Xu Si stood in the void, his gaze fixed on the sea.

Time passed by, second by second.

A cup of tea.

A stick of incense.

One hour.

Then the sea split open.

Without any warning, the entire ocean split open into two unfathomable fissures, centered on the location of Chen Pei's consciousness.

The seawater seemed to part ways to make way for its true master.

A figure slowly rose from the bottom of the trench.

Chen Pei.

"Captain Fu has already advanced, right?" He had sensed it before, which gave him the confidence to fight. However, if Xu Si hadn't appeared here, he would have really run into big trouble at that step.

"Hmm," Xu Si looked at Chen Pei's left arm.

Chen Pei had been using water to replace his missing left arm, but now it has been restored to its original state with no trace of its loss.

Chen Pei also looked down at his left arm and even pinched it with his right hand.

It was as if he was confirming that the arm truly belonged to him.

"Sequence Nine - Sea Emperor." His voice was deeper than before, as if he were giving thanks for the gift of the sequence.

Xu Si nodded slightly.

He could sense the power of law within Chen Pei's body that had just stabilized.

Unlike Fu Xiaojian's laws of order, Chen Pei controls the laws of matter.

It is also an important branch of the laws of matter.

Water benefits all things without striving, yet it can also devour all things without leaving a trace.

"Your current state is not enough!"

Mastering the laws is only the starting point of Sequence Nine. To become a powerful being like a divine messenger, one must master more laws and control more profound ones.

As for becoming a god, it's not as simple as just controlling the laws.

"It's time to go back." Xu Si's gaze pierced through the clouds and looked towards the World Tree.

Chen Pei's lips curled slightly as he looked in the same direction. Then, his figure transformed into a long, azure rainbow that stretched across the sky, soaring towards the World Tree.

It seems Chen Pei doesn't want him to help with the teleportation anymore, and Xu Si's figure simply dissipates and disappears on the sea surface.

As Chen Pei set off, two miniature versions of the World Tree simultaneously opened their eyes around the root system of the World Tree.

The white flowers on the coca vines were in full bloom, their fluorescent glow as bright as two searchlights.

The tender buds at the ends of Sora's branches grew several inches in the blink of an eye, making a series of crackling sounds.

"Brother, what's going on with the humans?" Sora's canopy turned slightly eastward.

"I felt it too, but I don't know either," Gu Ke said in a low and solemn voice.

"Forget it, protecting the World Tree is more important than anything else!" Sora didn't even want to move his mind; he was feeling incredibly comfortable right now.

Si Zan stood in the shadows of the palace, his vertical pupils surging with barely concealed shock.

Another one has arrived.

In just over ten days, the human named Fu Xiaojian advanced from Sequence Seven to Sequence Nine, and the human named Chen Pei was equally impressive.

This can no longer be explained by "extraordinary talent".

This is a concentrated burst of genius from the entire human race, a vitality that even the gods must take notice of, erupting from a species on the verge of extinction in a desperate situation.

He suddenly remembered a sentence that Lord Viser had once said: "Among all the heavens and the myriad worlds, the human race is the only one that can be called a miracle. Their individual lifespans are ridiculously short, their physical bodies are pitifully fragile, but they can break through their limits time and time again on the verge of death."

"And it's because it pushes the limits time and time again that it can be called a miracle!"

Now, Yizan finally understands the weight of those words.

"Three Sequence Nines..."

Before he could finish speaking, the entire Wanxiang Guixu Formation suddenly emitted a low hum.

That wasn't a tremor from being touched, but rather—an attack.

Xu Si's figure appeared at the edge of the magic circle in an instant.

His star-like eyes pierced through the golden patterns of the magic array and saw a scene that made his pupils shrink slightly.

Three figures.

A void fragment, shrouded in a distorted spatial rift, was obscured, its face hidden from view; only the constantly collapsing and reforming edges of the rift were visible.

A jet-black flame burned around its body, and within the flame, a pair of snow-white eyes could be vaguely seen.

The last one was a silver-white dragon-shaped armored creature that Xu Si had never seen before, but which was extremely powerful.

"The Bone Dragon Clan?" Xu Si only recognized the last one, which should be the divine messenger that Fan Wanwan guessed was most likely to descend to Earth.

Si Zan's figure swept out of the palace and landed beside Xu Si.

The moment his vertical pupils clearly saw the silver-white dragon-shaped armored creature, they suddenly contracted to their maximum size, and his snake tail tightened violently in the void, emitting a piercing friction sound.

"The Bone Dragon Clan, Seran Dean." Si Zan's voice was extremely low, carrying a kind of apprehension that Xu Si had never seen in him before.

"The foremost divine messenger under Lord Ophina, the God of Mysteries. During the last divine selection, he single-handedly slaughtered all the candidates."

Xu Si's gaze lingered on Seran Dean for a moment before sweeping over the other two figures.

"What about the other two?"

"I don't know him. But to be able to travel with Thran Dean, he must be at least a divine messenger of the same level." Si Zan's forked tongue flickered rapidly, and his vertical pupils churned with barely concealed unease.

"My lord, Seran Dean's strength is among the top tier of level nine lifeforms. His laws have been refined to the point that even I must be wary of him..."

He naturally didn't want Xu Si to lose; if Xu Si lost, his fate was predictable.

Outside the Wanxiang Guixu Formation, three figures floated side by side in the void.

With Xu Si's appearance, the three of them surprisingly stopped attacking the Myriad Manifestations Return to Nothingness Formation.

The figure wreathed in spatial rifts spoke first, his voice seeming to come from an extremely distant place, yet also like a whisper in one's ear, carrying an unsettling sense of disorientation: "Si Zan, you're still alive? How did you, under Lord Viser, end up guarding a native's gate?"

Si Zan's face instantly turned extremely ugly, but he did not refute it.