The surrounding mountain walls were sheer, almost vertical.
Wu Xiaode finally found a protruding rock, barely enough to rest most of his rear.
When there's a place to sit, you sit.
Otherwise, hovering in mid-air, constantly consuming energy, is not ideal.
He sat on the rock and began to ponder the current situation.
Outside the abyss.
A glowing long line, with a hook dangling, quietly hovered in the air.
Tsk.
How impolite.
I'm just an ordinary mysterious life, although a little suspicious, it's not enough to be blocked at the door like this.
Besides, I have a perfect alibi.
The eight sequences should have all seen lying on the square, doing nothing.
Why am I, unexpectedly, blocked by a Holy?
Giving this kind of treatnt, could it be that my true identity has been seen through?
...No.
If my details were completely exposed, it wouldn't be just a single skull coming to kill .
Nor would it be a single Holy.
This matter is really strange.
Wu Xiaode opened a can of drink, thinking silently.
He raised the drink and was just about to drink, when he suddenly felt sothing, looked up towards the sky.
From deep within the sky ca a roar:
"Aaaahhhh——"
A remnant shadow flew down, landing directly above the final abyss, then barely stopped.
It was actually the skull!
It babbled incoherently in explanation:
"I realize my mistake."
"I shouldn't have fixated on this one mysterious life, I'll go find the guy who stole the Holy Realm's Eternal weapon!"
Its form shook as it prepared to soar into the sky.
A fishing hook suddenly swung over, smashing hard onto its white skull, directly leaving a cavity in its skull.
The skull staggered and fell back to its original position.
At that mont, all the fishing hooks resonated, gathering into an imposing voice:
"Go."
"Aren't you at odds with this Hermit Series' mystic?"
"Enter the final abyss."
"Find that mystic and bring it before ."
"Or never return."
The voice disappeared.
The skull froze in mid-air, shouting fiercely: "No—"
Hiss!
A giant fishing hook appeared out of thin air, piercing through its body, with a slight tug, shattered all its bones.
All the fishing hooks once again erupted with a resonant sound:
"Obey my command, or turn into a pile of aningless bone dust, you have the right to choose."
Nurous bone fragnts scattered in the air, taking a while to gather.
Perhaps the damage was too severe, these bone pieces began to assemble at an extrely slow speed.
Wu Xiaode, wrapped in the dark mist within the abyss, observed this scene silently.
—As a manipulator of malice, he could see everything clearly through the mist.
Quite strange.
The angler didn't reveal my details.
Yet still urged the skull to continue hunting , even trying to bring in front of it.
Why?
Wu Xiaode recalled the monts just now carefully.
Suddenly.
He rembered sothing the angler said—
"Aren't you at odds with this Hermit Series' mystic?"
...The angler actually knew that I, a re mysterious life, belong to the Hermit Series.
Okay, maybe what I recently did likely revealed my faction to it.
Could it be—
The angler has started collecting data on ?
It wants to fish out?
Besides this, there's another possibility.
That sentence emphasized the identity of "Hermit Series", maybe so matters relate to "Hermit Series".
Thinking of this, Wu Xiaode couldn't help but laugh silently.
The Hermit Series no longer exists.
Wait a minute.
Wu Xiaode lowered his eyes, struggling to recall past events.
"What I left you can be directly exchanged for military rit; but if you insist on accomplishing the task you set out to do, then use the weapon I left you, it's very suitable for you."
This was Sarina's ssage before returning to the Holy Realm.
A task…
What task do I have?
Yes, I completely gave up, yet I still took on a task.
—"Three Armies Compete for the Top."
This task requires holding the arena for 24 hours, defeating all challengers, making all mysterious sequencers submit.
I originally intended to beat all the mystics of other sequences, completely subdue them, so they wouldn't always blabber in front of .
Who knew, due to the upcoming arrival of the new Jiuyao Beast, those sequences were busy with this matter.
My task was thus delayed.
—They didn't want to see stand out!
No one cares about this matter.
I even forgot about it.
But Sarina rembered.
She also left herself a weapon, instructing herself at the last mont to use the weapon she left behind.
Wu Xiaode's eyes were filled with gloom.
Weapon.
Wait a minute.
Weapon——
——what kind of weapon could she have left for herself?
Yes, she knows that I am most passionate about boxing, so it should be a pair of gloves?
He opened the Holy Treasure Ring and began searching for the things Sarina had left for him.
However, the things she left for him were too many, and even a Divine Thought searching took so ti.
Finally.
He found the weapon that Sarina said.
——It was a pair of gloves.
But these gloves looked dull, inconspicuous, and even so places were quite worn.
When Wu Xiaode took them out from the Holy Treasure Ring, only a line of simple small words appeared on the Evil Spirit Book:
"Ordinary gloves."
Just these four words, nothing more.
However, Wu Xiaode's eyes suddenly lit up.
Sarina is an entity of the Holy Realm.
The weapon she left for him was to complete the "Three Armies Winning" task.
It could never be an ordinary pair of gloves!
At this ti, the bones were still outside the abyss, continuously piecing together its skeleton.
Those hooks hung high in the sky, motionless.
Wu Xiaode, under the black fog of the abyss, continued to search for the secret of the gloves.
Ti slowly passed.
No matter how he fiddled with it, the gloves were still just ordinary gloves.
Or——
He had to wear them?
Wu Xiaode put the gloves on his hands.
——Still nothing happened.
So what exactly did Sarina want him to do with these gloves?
He opened the Holy Treasure Ring again and reviewed the things Sarina had left him.
For combat, there was indeed only this pair of gloves!
——So her ssage was accurate!
But the gloves were useless.
Wu Xiaode felt a little troubled.
Sister, you are a Holy Avatar, can't you just tell directly?
Um...
Could it be...
Wu Xiaode cleared his throat and said, "Sister, I have already put on the gloves, ready to kill all the enemies."
An awkward dead silence.
A breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
No movent.
Wu Xiaode stood up, posed a boxing stance, and threw a punch towards the bones from a distance.
As soon as the punch was thrown, a black fist shadow appeared, striking the skeleton's body hard, scattering its bones once again.
"Damn it, even you dare to hit ? Co out!"
The skeleton shouted angrily.
After this punch, Wu Xiaode imdiately jumped deeper.
He kept changing positions as he fell.
At a certain mont.
He suddenly realized.
No, that's not right.
The ultimate abyss was filled with endless malice, and the skeleton was also full of malice at this ti.
——In the "Burning God" state, he could control malice!
"Go, let it experience what the malice of all beings is."
Wu Xiaode snapped his fingers.
The next mont.
Endless black mist soared into the sky, like a reverse waterfall rushing out of the abyss, wrapping the skeleton completely.
The skeleton's voice suddenly stopped, and then spread around like a thunderclap:
"No!"
"Don't send the video of getting hit to all the Evil Demons!"
"Damn, I'm no longer an Evil Object!"
"——I just stepped onto this level's stage, don't show others my shattered form!"
Wu Xiaode's mouth twitched, and he continued to fall further.
Suddenly.
He felt sothing and looked down at the gray gloves.
Unknowingly——
Either when he shouted "sister" or when he hit the "skeleton," the gloves had turned completely black.
The Evil Spirit Book flipped open abruptly, revealing lines of small bronze letters:
"You have awakened a peculiar item:"
"Dust-Sealed Climbing Gloves of the Ancient Saint Realm."
"Holy Object."
"You can learn a Saint-level Boxing Skill 'Looking Back' from these gloves."
"Additionally, using these gloves in certain scenarios will trigger specific mysterious events."
"——Sarina's final entrusted possession."
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