Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

When Xuan Yin flew to Lu Sheng's side, Lu Sheng was no longer kneeling.

He sat cross-legged in space. Under his feet was a two-meter square dark golden law platform—the law power of the Spirit Immortal Realm could create a local gravitational field, and since he was too lazy to float, he created a "floor" for himself.

He was sitting and panting.

Every inch of his body was a sliver of pain. His dragon scales were shattered beyond recognition, and the dark golden luster of his elemental body flickered on his skin as his self-repairing system slowly put his broken ribs back together. It hurt. A dull ache. But compared to the primordial explosion he had just received from the Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations—this pain was negligible.

Xuan Yin landed three meters in front of him.

She wasn't standing on the platform of laws; she just hung there, suspended in mid-air. She had many injuries—a large patch of frostbite on her right arm, bluish-purple, left by Qingming's ice-sealing rays. There were dried bloodstains at the corners of her mouth. Half of her hair was disheveled.

But her eyes were scanning around.

Space was empty. A few fragments of ancient warships remained in the distance, but nothing was nearby. There were no blue-white figures, no fluctuations of the freezing laws, and no oppressive aura of a late-stage peak Spirit Saint.

Only a few blue and white law particles drifted in space.

Those particles are being pulled toward Lu Sheng's body by a gravitational force—the Devouring Furnace is operating automatically.

"Is he really dead?"

"Um."

"How did he die?"

Lu Sheng raised his eyelids slightly to look at her. "I beat him to death."

"..."

"Don't ask about the specifics." Lu Sheng swallowed back a mouthful of saliva that tasted of rust. "It's too long to explain, and some parts of it seem absurd even to myself."

Xuan Yin opened her mouth slightly.

She wanted to ask. She had a million questions to ask.

When Lu Sheng entered, he was at the peak of the Spirit Saint realm.

Now—dark golden fluctuations of law flowed around him. The quality, density, and depth of those fluctuations—were on a completely different level from those of a peak Spirit Saint.

"Your Excellency... you've also broken through to the Spirit Immortal Realm?"

"Um."

"Inside a spherical space?"

"Um."

"He broke through while fighting the Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations?"

"almost."

Xuan Yin closed her mouth.

She stared at Lu Sheng for several seconds, her expression complex. There was shock, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on—probably a helpless feeling of "I know you're strong, but can you please stop being so ridiculous?"

"I have many questions."

"We'll talk about it when we get back," Lu Sheng waved his hand. He wasn't in the mood to review the battle; every cell in his body was screaming for rest. "Where's Qingming?"

They ran away.

Lu Sheng paused for a moment. "They ran away?"

"The moment the fluctuations of the Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations' laws disappeared—he simply left. He was incredibly fast; I chased him for two thousand meters despite my injuries before giving up. Even a peak-stage Spirit Saint at the mid-stage couldn't catch him with all his might."

Lu Sheng frowned, but only for a moment.

"They ran away, so what?"

A mid-stage peak Spirit Saint without a master can't cause much trouble in the Old God Realm. Lu Sheng doesn't have the energy to deal with a fish that slipped through the net right now.

He used the Law Platform to stand up. His legs were a little weak. Not because of the injury—but because the aftereffects of the primordial explosion were still lingering. Twenty percent of his spiritual energy capacity had been permanently lost, and although the Devouring Heaven Furnace was repairing it with the Law particles of the Myriad Manifestations Celestial Venerable, the repair speed was not that fast.

The external injuries on his body had mostly healed. The elemental body of the Spirit Immortal Realm was indeed excessively strong in terms of self-repair—his ribs had been completely reattached, and the hole in his left waist pierced by the frozen longsword had also closed, leaving only a shallow dark gold scar.

But the spiritual source only accounts for slightly over 20%.

He's like a tank with its fuel tank almost empty. The firepower is still there, the armor is still there, but he can't go much further.

"Take a break." Lu Sheng sat back down.

The Heaven-Devouring Furnace is fully activated.

Energy is now everywhere in the space of the Old Divine Abyss. After the collapse of the spherical space, the primordial energy of the Spirit Emperor's remains was no longer contained and is spreading outwards over a large area. Golden and chaotic spiritual particles permeate the space within a radius of tens of kilometers, with a concentration that is absurdly high.

For cultivators in the Spirit Immortal Realm—it's like being immersed in a gold mine.

Lu Sheng closed his eyes.

The Devouring Furnace expanded its gravitational field to its maximum extent, greedily pouring all available law particles and primal energy into its body. The blue-white law particles of the Myriad Manifestations Celestial Venerable were prioritized for absorption—these particles had once formed the elemental Dao body of a Spirit Immortal Realm expert, and were of extremely high quality. The Devouring Furnace decomposed, purified, and transformed them, using some to replenish its spiritual source and others to repair the permanent damage from the primal explosion.

Xuan Yin found a piece of space debris nearby and sat down.

She didn't disturb Lu Sheng. She sat cross-legged and used the laws of sound to slowly regulate the rhythm of the laws within her body that had been disrupted by the Azure Ice-Sealing Rays.

It was eerily quiet in space.

The battle just now, at the level of a Spirit Immortal, cleared away all the debris within a fifty-kilometer radius. Ancient warship wreckage, shattered celestial bodies—all were reduced to dust by the aftershocks. The space they were sitting in now was as empty as a clean, dry tabletop.

One hour.

Lu Sheng's spiritual energy increased from 20% to 50%. The speed wasn't slow. The energy concentration of the Old God Abyss was a huge help.

Two hours. 70%.

The Devouring Furnace's absorption efficiency at the Spirit Immortal level is far superior to that of a peak Spirit Saint. What used to take three or four hours can now be done in two hours.

Three hours.

Ninety percent.

The Spirit Source's capacity was stuck at 80%—the permanent damage from the Source Explosion hadn't been fully repaired yet. But a system notification had already popped up.

"Ding! The permanent loss of Spirit Source capacity has been restored to 8% - Current Spirit Source Limit: 88%"

It rose from 80% to 88%. That's an 8 percentage point recovery. Still 12 short.

Lu Sheng did the math in his head. At the current rate of repair, the remaining twelve percent would take about seven to eight hours—provided that the surrounding high-quality law particles were not completely consumed.

"No rush."

He opened his eyes.

His physical condition had recovered to a level where he could fight. Although his spiritual energy limit was not yet full, 90% of his 88% capacity had been filled with spiritual energy—the actual usable power of the laws had exceeded 75% of his normal level.

enough.

Time to get down to business.

"Walk."

Xuan Yin stood up from the shards. "Where to?"

"Over there in the spherical space, the core of the Spirit Emperor's remains is still there."

Xuan Yin's expression shifted slightly. "Still there? Didn't the Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations devour it a long time ago?"

"He absorbed the energy from the outer periphery. He didn't touch much of the core area."

The two flew towards the remnants of the spherical space.

Although described as a spherical space, it was no longer truly spherical. The structure of the law threads had been continuously disintegrating after losing the protection of the Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations. The once-perfect sphere was now shattered like a glass marble that had been punched. Large swathes of law threads detached from the sphere, slowly drifting through space, their silvery-white fragments shimmering faintly in the darkness.

Lu Sheng flew into the interior of the spherical space through a large rift.

The ocean of spiritual energy no longer exists. The high concentration of spiritual energy particles that previously filled the spherical space dissipated in the collapse of the space. But the essence of the core area—

It's still there.

A sphere with a diameter of about three meters.

It hovered in the very center of the shattered space, radiating a chaotic light. The light wasn't dazzling, but staring at it for too long would send chills down one's spine—it was the natural radiation of the Law Origin of a Spirit Emperor Realm level expert.

Lu Shengfei arrived in front of the sphere.

The dragon's eyes opened wide. Its dark golden, cross-shaped pupils swept across the sphere's internal structure—

He stopped.

Then he took a deep breath.

The Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations had been absorbing energy for hundreds of years—only about 80% of the outermost layer. That energy was already enough for him to advance from the late stage of the Spirit Saint realm to the Spirit Immortal realm. But the core area—

It barely moved.

Inside the three-meter-diameter sphere, the original patterns of the laws of the Spirit Emperor realm were clear, the structure was complete, and the purity was so high that even Lu Sheng's dragon eyes felt a sting when they looked inside.

"This thing..."

Lu Sheng reached out and touched the surface of the sphere.

hot.

It's not a physical burning sensation. It's a scorching feeling caused by the difference in the quality of the energy of the laws. The essence of the Spirit Emperor realm is to the body of the early Spirit Immortal realm like boiling water to a paper cup. It's not that it can't be touched, but pouring it directly into it will definitely cause it to burst.

His finger lingered on the surface of the sphere for less than a second before he withdrew it. The dark gold dragon scales on his fingertip showed slight fading.

"It's too strong."

"Your Excellency?" Xuan Yin flew up behind him.

"This cannot be absorbed directly. The primordial energy of a Spirit Emperor realm cultivator—my current body cannot withstand it."

Xuan Yin glanced at the sphere, and her expression changed after her sonic perception swept over it. "This energy concentration..."

"It's at least two orders of magnitude stronger than the spiritual core of the Celestial Venerable of Myriad Manifestations." Lu Sheng withdrew his hand. "Take it with us first. Leaving it here won't do—the commotion in the Old God Abyss is so big, sooner or later other forces will come and take advantage of it."

He opened the storage space.

The sphere moved slowly under the pull of the laws of gravity—entering the storage space.

The moment it was put inside, the walls of the storage space were baked with a layer of dark golden law patterns by the radiation of the primordial energy.

"I'll digest it slowly when I get back." Lu Sheng closed the storage space. "If I could refine all of this—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

But Xuan Yin understood what he meant.

The fundamental laws of the Spirit Emperor realm. Even refining just one-tenth of it—for a cultivator in the early stages of the Spirit Immortal realm—is a transformative opportunity.

Lu Sheng took one last look at the collapsing spherical space debris.

Silvery-white threads of law scattered and fell in the darkness.

This ancient cage, which had imprisoned the remains of Emperor Ling for countless millennia, has finally shattered completely.

"Let's go home."