Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

The spiritual energy converged into a beam and crashed heavily into the sword-shaped engraving.

A deep, resonant sword cry echoed from the depths of the mind.

Before the sound of the sword had fully dissipated, Lin Bai's consciousness was forcefully pushed away by an incomparably powerful and sharp force.

He opened his eyes, rubbed his throbbing temples, and exhaled a long breath.

I can't get in.

This sword imprint forcefully blocked his eighth-level spiritual power from entering.

Lin Bai closed his eyes and carefully sensed the situation; the reason was not complicated.

The specifications are too different.

Of the nine secret bodies, the first seven originated from his sequence ability, while the darkness originated from Su Wan.

The origins of these two have undergone separation and handover, and are currently at the peak of the seventh rank.

This explains why the previous secret body, once materialized, possessed combat power commensurate with it.

The only exception is this sword's secret form.

It comes from Lu Changyuan, and its own status is ridiculously high.

At this stage, even eighth-order mental power cannot move it in the slightest.

Lin Bai inwardly mocked himself.

He was an eighth-level alchemist, yet he was turned away by his own back.

However, he quickly forgot about these feelings of frustration, and instead developed a clearer judgment:

The secret body that Lu Changyuan gave him is absolutely terrifyingly powerful.

Once this secret body is successfully activated, it will undoubtedly be the ultimate trump card to overturn the chessboard.

The idea is correct, but the timing isn't right yet.

Since the secret path of the sword is blocked, we can only choose from the remaining marks.

His gaze swept over the remaining options.

Lin Bai made a decision quickly.

Shinto, destiny.

Shinto, inherited from Sequence Four: False Gods.

The core mechanism is to spread faith and reap the power of faith.

Lu Changyuan's words hit the nail on the head: keeping the secret body by one's side as a henchman is the greatest waste of this forbidden technique.

The secret body possesses the potential to grow stronger independently. Letting it go out to fight on its own and then feeding back to the main body when the time is right is the true grand strategy.

The Divine Path Secret Body is practically a top-tier harvesting machine tailor-made for this kind of multiverse farming traffic-generating body.

As for fate, its mechanisms are somewhat mysterious.

The result can be summed up in just four words: wishes come true.

Everything around him will spontaneously tilt in the direction he desires.

This kind of extremely idealistic ability to forcibly interfere with cause and effect is outrageous when it comes to saving one's life and causing chaos.

The main body remained at the academy to observe the situation, while the secret body was sent to various realms to expand territory.

With the plan finalized, Lin Bai was no longer distracted, and his eighth-order spiritual power surged up his spine like a rising tide.

Both engravings were lit up simultaneously.

The light in the quiet room dimmed.

The divine seal lit up, transforming into a dazzling golden light in mid-air.

A halo of light flowed and intertwined, and a body with closed eyes condensed and took shape.

This mysterious body was dressed in a pure white robe, and its face was exactly the same as Lin Bai's, except that it lacked the scheming and sharpness in its brows, and instead had an indifferent look that looked down on all living beings.

It floated silently in mid-air, with faint, illusory figures of worshippers appearing and disappearing behind it.

The divine being opened his eyes, his pale golden pupils showing no emotion whatsoever.

It nodded slightly to Lin Bai and stood quietly to one side.

Next, fate.

Engraving activation.

It did not burst forth with dazzling light, but rather flowed and reshaped before my eyes like mercury spilling onto the ground.

The surrounding space became viscous.

A mysterious and strange fluctuation spread out.

The condensed form of destiny was dressed in extremely ordinary attire.

He wore an ordinary gray cloth outfit, and his face became unremarkable; he would be impossible to spot in a crowd.

But upon closer inspection, one can see tiny, interwoven starlight in the depths of its eyes, reflecting crisscrossing lines of cause and effect.

As Lin Bai looked at the secret body of destiny, a strange intuition arose in his heart.

Even if this guy just trips and falls on the road, he can still dig out a top-quality treasure from a pit.

After studying it for a long time, Lin Bai finally left all four secret bodies, except for the Power Secret Body, in the house.

He issued an order to wait until midnight to enter the thirteenth hour through the mirror and search for other worlds to develop.

This was something Lin Bai discovered by chance.

As his secret agent, he could even enter the thirteenth hour alone through the mirror.

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He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sunlight streamed onto the wooden floor, the range hood downstairs hummed, and Su Wan's light footsteps echoed through the kitchen.

The aroma of scallions wafted in through the crack in the door.

"Honey, dinner's ready! Come down and bring the dishes." Su Wan's clear voice called from the first floor.

"They're here."

Lin Bai pushed open the door to the quiet room and went down the wooden stairs.

Three dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, steaming hot.

Su Wan took off her apron, scooped out a bowl of rice, and handed it to her.

She paused for a moment when she saw Lin Bai's slightly pale face.

"What's wrong? You look terrible." She pushed the bowl of soup with pork ribs next to Lin Bai, her brows furrowed.

"It's nothing, I just deduced a few spells." Lin Bai pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of soup.

"Your skills have improved."

Su Wan rolled her eyes at him, picked up her chopsticks and poked at the rice in her bowl: "You're so sweet-talking."

......

A wasteland world enveloped in thick volcanic ash.

On the barren red earth, a group of ragged indigenous people are being chased by several mutated monsters.

The leader of the indigenous people fell into the mud and water, his throat tightened, and he closed his eyes, waiting to die.

The void cracked open.

A figure in a white robe stepped out.

It made no extra movements, merely glancing indifferently at the few magical beasts.

The immense pressure of faith crashed down like a collapsing mountain.

The ferocious monsters didn't even have time to scream before they shattered into clouds of blood mist.

The indigenous people looked up blankly at the figure radiating holy light in mid-air, their legs went weak, and they all knelt down in the mud, kowtowing repeatedly.

A wisp of pure faith power drifted through the void and into the hair of the divine being.

It lowered its eyes, its voice calm: "I am salvation."

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The Misty Realm, the Spiritual Peak.

A servant disciple dressed in gray was struggling to carry two buckets of spiritual spring water up the steep mountain path.

He accidentally stepped on a patch of moss, slipped, and fell off a cliff along with the bucket.

The wind howled in my ears.

As he fell, his back broke off a dead tree branch growing on the edge of the cliff.

The rebounding force of the branch forcibly changed his trajectory, causing him to plunge headfirst into an extremely hidden cave.

Deep inside the cave, on the knees of a skeletal skeleton sitting cross-legged, lay a jade slip, and beside it were several old porcelain bottles inscribed with "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir".

The gray-clad servant lay prone on the ground, a glimmer of starlight flashing in his eyes.

He dusted himself off, stood up, looked at the cave full of treasures, and gave a smirk.

"This place has really good feng shui."

Destiny stretched and picked up the jade slip.

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