The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

[Legendary Skill Book: Ancient God's Concealment (Passive/Active)]

[Effect (Passive): Your body will be in a [Semi-ethereal] state. Attack evasion rate increased by 50%, and movement speed increased by 300% in shadow, darkness, and fog environments! Attack evasion rate increased by 90%]

[Effect (Active): You can instantly merge into any shadow, leaving behind an ancient god clone! Continuously inflicts negative status effects such as confusion, paralysis, and madness on enemies within a 1500-meter radius! Also deals true damage based on 8% of the target's current health! Dispels all [buff] effects from all targets! (Note: This status cannot be cleansed or dispelled!)]

[Learning Requirements: Mental Strength greater than 5000, and possession of an Abyss/Dark-type class.]

"This stuff is pretty good, isn't it?"

Gu Xu nodded slightly. Although it wasn't as strong as his own passive skill, it was still a legendary skill book.

And it was a fairly good match for him.

Without hesitation, he clapped his hands together, and the skill book transformed into a stream of light that entered his brow.

Behind him were Lei Zhen, Qin Shuyao, Tie Shan, and others.

At this moment, they were all trembling with excitement.

Because while Gu Xu was eating meat, the Silver Moon Realm did not forget their teammates who were "drinking soup".

Several legendary pieces of equipment, gleaming with golden light, floated in front of each person.

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Those are rewards generated based on their professional characteristics.

But what drove them wildest was the ball of light, no bigger than a thumb, that each of them held, radiating pure power of rules.

[The Origin of the Saint (Incomplete)]!

This is a rare treasure that can only be obtained by defeating level 60 or higher lords in the Silvermoon Realm with an extremely low probability!

Having this means that they have already broken through half of the bottleneck that has plagued countless geniuses on their path to becoming ninth-level saints!

"Boss... Boss..."

Holding the ball of light, Lei Zhen, this usually carefree and burly man, now had slightly reddened eyes: "This thing... is too precious. I... we really got it?!"

"Promising."

Gu Xu stood up, dusted himself off, and looked at his group of naive underlings with disdain: "You're satisfied with this little bit? This is nothing!"

He turned around and looked behind the altar.

There, a massive portal emitting a ghostly blue light was slowly taking shape.

The world behind the door was blurry, but thunder and beast roars could be faintly heard. It was a passage leading to the deeper, more dangerous area of ​​the Silver Moon Realm.

"Is everything packed?"

Gu Xu's voice returned to its cold tone, but the shroud covering him moved without any wind.

The ferocious aura that had just devoured the mythical prodigy did not dissipate.

Instead, it became even more concentrated.

"All done!"

The crowd roared in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized, a display of submission and fervor emanating from the depths of their souls.

At this moment, in their eyes, Gu Xu was no longer just a captain, but a true god. With such a leader, let alone going to the next level, they would dare to charge up even if it meant attacking Hell!

"Then let's go."

With a wave of his sleeve, Gu Xu sat back down on the eerie Styx Ghost Carriage.

"Full speed ahead!"

With a command given, the eerie sound of the suona once again resounded through the sky.

One hundred and eight vengeful ghosts carried the bridal sedan chair, like a red cloud, and crashed straight into the dark blue portal.

Without hesitation, Lei Zhen and his men followed closely behind, their killing intent palpable.

……

East China Sea Plane, the front line of battle.

To be precise...

At this point, this place can no longer be called the sea.

Because the vast expanse of blue waves, stretching for thousands of miles, had long since evaporated in the collision of rules, leaving only a charred, exposed seabed covered with jagged cracks.

Dark red magma gushed from the wounds in the earth's crust, mingling with the lingering, violent energy in the sky.

This area of ​​the sea has been transformed into a hellish place, with the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with the strong stench of blood filling every inch of space, making it suffocating.

"Huff... huff..."

Heavy breathing echoed in the center of the battlefield.

Zhou Yi, the commander of the God-Slaying Legion and the Sword Saint of Pinghai, was kneeling on one knee on a protruding black reef.

The legendary broken sword in his hand now had several cracks, the broken edge jagged, dripping with blood that was hard to tell whether it was from his enemy or himself.

He's so pitiful.

That once glorious robe had long since turned to ashes, and his bare upper body was covered with countless deep, bone-revealing wounds.

The most terrifying part was the left side of the body, extending from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen. The flesh and blood appeared to be corroded by some kind of strong acid, turning a nauseating purplish-black color.

The stark white bones were exposed, and you could even see the faintly beating heart through the gaps in the ribs.

It was a deadly poison from the abyss, like a bone-deep infection, frantically devouring the last vestiges of life from this ninth-tier saint.

Tick.

Crimson drops of blood slid down the broken sword, struck the scorching rocks, and instantly turned into a wisp of bloody steam, dissipating into the murky air.

All around him, the sky was shrouded in shadow.

Fifteen figures, exuding an overwhelming and terrifying aura, hovered in mid-air like fifteen insurmountable mountains, looking down upon this human who was already at his last gasp.

The Forbidden Water Clan consists of fifteen ninth-rank marshals.

Each one is a powerful overlord capable of suppressing a region of the sea and causing countless creatures to tremble in fear.

"Humans".

The head of the water-banning marshals, Nakda, slowly spoke.

It was a giant, upright shark creature covered in black and gold scales, and Zhou Yi's swaying figure was reflected in its cold, bloodthirsty eyes.

There was no pity in its eyes, only the scrutiny of a predator towards its prey.

It even contained a hint of something extremely rare: a lofty and unapproachable admiration.

"He was able to hold us off for so long all by himself."

"Even in a life-or-death situation, he risked his life to sever one of Ghost Crab's arms."

Nakda's voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the shattered space around him.

"As food, you... have reason to be proud."

Zhou Yi didn't speak, but struggled to raise his head. His eyes, which were already covered in blood, still held an undiminished fighting spirit and remained as sharp as swords.

Nakda sneered, his huge tail fin gently slapping the void, creating ripples.

Unfortunately, your persistence is futile.

"Look behind you, Sword Saint of Pinghai."

"Your army is wiped out, your adjutant sacrificed himself to cover the command post, and even that little girl who is still struggling to hold on... is about to die."

"Everything you have protected will eventually vanish like a bubble."

Why are you doing this to yourself?

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Zhou Yi's heart.

His already somewhat unfocused pupils suddenly contracted, and his body trembled uncontrollably.