Surviving the Maze of National Destiny: Hints from the Chinese Characters I Understand

Lin Mo looked at Kabu's attribute list and grinned from ear to ear.

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Battle Pet: Giant Mouth

Health Level: 20 (64%)

Health rating: 95 (Strong and robust, unstoppable)

Favorability: 109 (59% overall increase)

Growth stage: Adulthood

Current weight: 1000 jin (10.0% increase across the board)

Talent 1: Good Luck (The giant beak is an auspicious beast; it always encounters good things)

Talent 2: Weight conversion (No pound of fat is gained in vain)

Talent 3: Call me Treasure (Treasure Value: 1)

Total increase: 69.0%

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This third talent is like having an infinite treasure trove for upgrading your equipment. Once Kabu's treasure value reaches a certain amount, he can upgrade any equipment.

The most difficult thing to deal with in the maze is the equipment, especially since high-level equipment blueprints are extremely rare.

But with Kabu, I no longer need to worry about equipment.

Let alone epic-level equipment, even legendary and holy-level equipment is only a matter of time.

Kabu has awakened his third talent; now it's his turn.

"Kabu, come on, come on, follow me into the temple and see what's going on." Lin Mo said excitedly.

"Go go go!" Kabu was in a great mood after awakening. He hopped over, holding up his beach shorts. That's right, the waistband was too big and kept falling down.

Lin Mo asked him to change it, but Kabu said he would be just right when he gained a little more weight, saying he had a long-term strategic vision and there was no need to worry.

"Bloodline awakening!" Lin Mo murmured to himself.

[You have met the requirements for bloodline awakening and are entering the awakening scene.]

"Waaah...waaah...thump...thump"

From the endless fog came the heart-stirring sound of horns and war drums.

It was not ordinary fog, but a leaden silence that seemed to have frozen time itself.

It was as heavy as the sea, enveloping Lin Mo. He didn't know what material was under his feet; it was neither stone nor soil. With each step, a silent ripple spread out from the soles of his feet, as if he were walking on the breath of some sleeping behemoth.

The fog began to move.

It was no longer a still sea; in front of Lin Mo, the fog rapidly receded to both sides, as if a giant curtain had been drawn back to cover the sky.

Behind the giant screen, something is awakening.

Lin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a creature perched atop a solitary cliff, its body resembling that of an ape, yet so massive that it used the entire cliff as a seat.

When the arms hang down, the fingertips touch the mountainside.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas?" Lin Mo was shocked. The giant beast in front of him was Ju Fu, known as the strongest arm in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Legend has it that Ju Fu was skilled at throwing, and could fight tigers and leopards with a piece of withered wood. The force of his throws was so great that mountains collapsed.

The statue's muscles are like a cracked riverbed, each groove a mark of a thousand years of wind and frost.

Its eyes had no sculpted pupils, just two deep, empty spaces, but Lin Mo knew it was looking at him, as if asking: Is it you? Is it you?

The fog continued to recede.

The second statue appears through the gaps in the mist in the east: a white tiger.

It doesn't stand still; it patrols.

The posture of four legs in the air is frozen and eternal, the back arched like a giant bow about to break, and every rib bulging under the skin as if about to burst.

Its fur is not the grayish-white of stone, but a cold, pale blue that shimmers with a frosty, snow-like sheen when light is refracted.

The "king" mark on the forehead is not carved, but rather a naturally formed imprint that is deeply embedded in the bone.

Its tail trailed behind it like a steel whip, forked at the end, and wherever it swept, the void cracked open with fine, spiderweb-like black fissures.

The king of beasts, the seven constellations of the west.

Then comes the third one: the burning Vermilion Bird.

Lin Mo's breath caught in his throat.

The ancient behemoths in this mist are so numerous, vividly depicting the grandeur of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

But... all the giant beasts were looking in one direction, as if gazing at an even more powerful being. However, no matter how hard Lin Mo tried, he couldn't make out the appearance of that giant beast; that spot was empty.

The system didn't provide any information about this behemoth. A vanished behemoth?

The fog continued to tear apart to both sides, as if a curtain obscuring history was being ripped off by a tremendous force.

Lin Mo also saw the first giant beast in the empty giant beast position: Zhulong.

The dragon coils into a ring-shaped mountain range, with a human face and a snake's body, its eyes tightly closed, and the folds of its eyelids resembling strata of millions of years.

When the eyes are open, it is daytime; when the eyes are closed, it is nighttime. This is called the Candle Dragon.

"Zhulong, that's it!" Lin Mo thought to himself.

Kabu, standing to the side, had a strange expression on its face as it looked at the giant beasts in the mist with a puzzled look.

"What's wrong, Kabu?"

"Gurgle! (These guys look so familiar? But I can't remember where I've seen them before.)" Kabu chewed on his fingers, looking deep in thought.

"Can't you live without showing off? These are the oldest beings, why don't you just say they're your underlings?" Lin Mo didn't believe it.

"Kaku! (Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, I can't remember, you should awaken first!)" Kabu shook its big head. It had a brain, but it didn't use it often and was unwilling to think about complicated problems.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and focused the halo that appeared in the system onto Zhulong.

"Begin to awaken!"

[You have chosen to awaken the Zhulong bloodline. Please note that the Zhulong bloodline can only gain recognition through combat and offerings; it cannot be sacrificed, as the Zhulong lineage only protects its descendants and does not accept sacrifices.]

"Understood!" Lin Mo replied with utmost respect.

[The illusionary clone of Zhulong is 5 levels higher than you. Please begin the battle!]

Lin Mo immediately selected all the food that could be offered in his personal space to offer, with a simple purpose: to avoid being beaten.

He left himself only the finest food, potatoes, and water.

With seven or eight kinds of offerings and hundreds of kilograms of food presented, Zhulong's approval rating immediately rose to 78%.

The Candle Dragon clone swam towards Lin Mo, nodding slightly as it did so.

"You...are quite interesting!"

Lin Mo chuckled and charged forward with Kabu. "Kabu, spar with our ancient divine beast; it won't make things too difficult for us."

Lin Mo uttered these words using divine script.

The Candle Dragon clone was slightly taken aback. "You're a descendant of the gods? Very well, the wait wasn't in vain! Take this!"

[Zhulong's approval rating for you has increased by 10%, currently at 88%.]

Wow! Lin Mo was shocked. So the country on Earth he was in was a god-race? That's amazing.

The next moment, Zhulong closed his eyes slightly, and the surrounding space instantly turned pitch black. In the darkness, countless black shadow blades attacked like a rainstorm.

Lin Mo became alert and wildly swung his battle blade, instantly creating a dazzling display of blade light around his body to deflect the shadow blades.

At the same time, Kabu moved even faster, using his claws to cleave through the shadow blades in front of him and slashing down at the Candle Dragon.

In that instant, Zhulong opened his eyes, and a white light surrounded him, causing the shadow blades in the void to explode instantly.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sky was filled with dazzling incandescent flames, and Kabu was forced to retreat.

Lin Mo's three Moonlight Slashes then blasted up.