Sequence Wars: The Mythical Age is Created by Me

A glint of surprise flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes; this was the first time he had encountered a person whose title was not a generic sequence.

Compared to titles like "Knight" or "Night Watchman," the existence of historical figures with their own biographies is clearly more impressive.

Xiang Yu, who was known as the Overlord, must have been very strong.

"You've come all this way, so you know what you need to know, but you've only heard about it and never seen it. Now I'll give you a reference."

Xu Jingtian carried a bow on his back and then threw a man-sized iron rod from the ground into the air.

The long stick flew through the air; even the world's best javelin thrower probably couldn't throw it in such a straight line.

The gale was forcefully cleaved open, producing a rough, piercing howl. Jiang Fan could even feel the iron rod groaning in pain.

Everyone swallowed hard; the speed and impact of that force hitting flesh and blood would probably blow a person to pieces.

Xu Jingtian's movements were not yet finished. He pressed down on his body, and a burst of energy erupted from his toes, allowing him to take off and "fly" into the air.

The youth transformed into a black arrow, flying alongside the long staff after it reached a height of thirty or forty meters.

He gripped it in his hand, used the momentum to turn and twist, and shot the long stick toward the ground at an even faster speed than before.

The surrounding air was pushed aside by Xu Jingtian's immense force, unfolding into an air circle with a radius of two meters in the twilight light.

In the blink of an eye, the long stick was planted back on the platform, the ground beneath everyone's feet shook, and gravel flew in all directions, raising a considerable cloud of dust.

A few seconds later, as the dust and mist gradually dissipated, the young man was once again standing steadily on the high platform.

Beside his feet was a pit about the size of two people, with dense spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards until they stopped ten meters away.

Everyone gasped in shock, including Jiang Fan.

This destructive power is outrageous! It's like a humanoid missile!

"This is the power of a second-tier [Xiang Yu], enough to shatter gold and split rocks."

Xu Jingtian shook his hand, and the purplish-black double pupils in his eyes gradually faded, drawing the attention of the stunned crowd back to him.

Shock, joy, admiration... countless emotions surged in the students' hearts. This scene shattered their understanding of the past twenty years; it turned out that human power could really reach this level.

Jiang Fan stroked his chin. Xu Jingtian could jump 30 or 40 meters high. Didn't that mean that even if he lived on the 13th floor or higher, the other party could jump from the ground and break through the window?

Moreover, it seems that he hasn't reached his limit in terms of jumping height.

I wonder if Rias's [Knight] can evolve into a stronger sequence.

Seeing the expressions on the students' faces below, Xu Jingtian knew he had achieved his goal.

"Of course, not every sequence has such power. [Xiang Yu] is the true name sequence in history, and the generic sequence obtained through normal means is quite different from its natural form."

Every word uttered by the handsome young man sounded like heavenly music to everyone's ears, and they wished they could memorize it on the spot.

"Next, I will explain to you the first lesson on how to have a sequence, 'Constructing rituals and ceremonies through relics'."

Xu Jingtian waved his hand, and three team members in dark blue uniforms walked out from behind him.

They held three ancient-looking items in their hands, and Jiang Fan, whose mental attributes had been enhanced, immediately sensed the historical aura emanating from them.

These three items are all relics.

It's much worse than [Fragment of the Holy Lance], but better than [Family Heirloom Gold Miner's Pocket Watch].

"The most important point about the contact sequence is the 'relics,' which are the objects held by the three instructors."

Xu Jingtian spoke into the microphone.

"The broken long-handled sword of Tangzhen's Western Army, the watchman's gong from the early Republic of China, and the beheading sword from the vegetable market—these three items are all 'artifacts' imbued with historical atmosphere. The intense experiences attached to them can help you attract the lingering thoughts from history and make the sequence aware of your existence."

The handprints on the three instructors' hands solidified, and the relics in their hands began to resonate, producing some unusual phenomena in the surrounding area.

This caused some minor surprise and doubt among the crowd, and also raised some new questions.

"I know what everyone is thinking. With so many antiques in Xia Kingdom, can any old object be considered a relic? The answer is naturally no. The conditions for the creation of a relic are extremely strict."

The possessor must yearn for the item to defy the boundaries of physical laws, possess a determination to transcend fate, and be tempered by the collective will of all beings for the artifact to be elevated in history and become a relic.

Jiang Fan deeply agreed with Xu Jingtian's words. Only things that carry intense hatred or love deserve to be called relics. They are the obsessions of unfinished business and cannot be compared to some earthenware pot that has been placed for thousands of years.

As he was thinking this, he noticed that Han Yi in front of him was also nodding vigorously, which made Jiang Fan rub his nose.

Junior, your senior even took a treasure chest from you and got such awesome equipment from it. You're such a show-off!

"Relics not only bring powerful sequences, but also great dangers. The more powerful the relic, the more terrifying the anomalies it will cause when it revives. The armors you saw in the museum video were monsters brought about by the revival of a [煞]-grade relic."

Seeing the student, who had been all smiles, suddenly look surprised and frightened at the three relics, Xu Jingtian smiled inwardly but remained calm and composed on the surface.

"But you don't need to worry. The relics we give you have been contained, and the historical factors on them are no longer enough to cause anomalies, but they can still allow you to sense the sequence."

Hearing this, everyone was relieved.

"What you need to do now is come to these three relics and see if you can see any images in your mind. Then, try to imitate the images you see. This is the second step in completing the ritual or ceremony."

Xu Jingtian picked up the long stick from the ground, and then two double pupils reappeared in his eyes.

"I started out as a 'strongman' too. To get this rank, I carried heavy objects upstairs every day. All the drinking water for our team was carried up the mountain step by step by me. You need to make the corresponding rank think that you really are that kind of people."

"Ritual is the Western term, while ritual is our term, but they lead to the same goal: deception and construction. You must first deceive yourself before you can deceive the sequence, and then construct your ideas within it to become the 'strongman' or some other general sequence that you imagine."

The handsome young man threw the long staff off the platform, where it hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This stick probably weighs several hundred pounds!

"You need to constantly role-play and imitate, and truly resonate with the sequence, in order to develop a mindset of accepting the sequence within your body and step into this unprecedented challenge."

The entire audience was stunned and silent, but all eyes were fixed intently on the three relics.

That is the key to transcendence.