Chapter Forty-Six: Release-Apocalypse Ultimate Weapon System(The Little Scribe Riding a Donkey)

As dawn broke, the pale blue sky was studded with a few lingering stars. A sudden mist began to rise, and Wushan City appeared shrouded in a delicate veil. Milky white fog seeped through the streets and alleys, enveloping the city in its embrace.

The morning air was tinged with a faint fragrance, a subtle freshness that drifted with the wind, permeating the pores of every martial artist. After a night’s rest, the warriors of Wushan City had regained their strength; their eyes gleamed with vigor as they waited silently for the command of their leader.

Ke Bei, seated cross-legged atop a ruined rooftop, slowly opened his eyes. The night had passed, and the initial excitement of acquiring the Nine Yang Divine Art had gradually settled. Three hours of cultivating the Nourishing Essence Technique had brought his stamina and spirit to their peak.

"I wonder what the second stage of the Nine Yang Divine Art's quest will be?" Ke Bei stood calmly at the top floor, gazing down at the entire city. He stretched his arms slightly to feel the breeze slip through his fingers, a smile at the corner of his lips. He parted them, greedily inhaling the fresh air.

With the Nine Yang Divine Art in hand, Ke Bei’s outlook had changed completely. Once, he felt tricked by the system, harboring an inexplicable resistance to the chain quests of the Nine Yang Divine Art. Now, however, he found himself quietly anticipating the next task.

Completing one quest had granted him the first three scrolls of the Nine Yang Divine Art—a speed far beyond that of ordinary tasks.

He closed his eyes briefly, letting his consciousness enter the system in his mind.

"Nine Yang Divine Art chain quest, second stage: Gain the recognition of the Tower of Awakening!"

Staring at the system prompt, Ke Bei was stunned, at a loss. He had no idea what the Tower of Awakening was, nor how to gain its recognition, nor where to begin.

Previous quests, no matter how difficult, at least offered some clues, a clear target. But this time, he was utterly in the dark.

"What is the Tower of Awakening?"

"What counts as recognition?"

Ke Bei grew anxious, hurriedly asking.

But the system was silent, offering not a single hint.

After waiting in vain for half a day, Ke Bei exited the system and slowly opened his eyes. The excitement and anticipation on his face had been replaced by dejection.

"How can it be like this? Isn't this just toying with me?"

Ke Bei felt an unspeakable frustration. His strength had soared with the Nine Yang Divine Art, and he had been brimming with confidence, eager to take on the new quest—only to be doused with cold water.

"Gather!"

Suddenly, a commanding voice rang in Ke Bei’s ears. He bit his lip and shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the task for now. The system hadn’t set a deadline, so there was no need to rush.

"I'm not in a hurry. I'm not in a hurry," he muttered to himself, but the inexplicable anger inside him only intensified.

This kind of vague, clue-less task left Ke Bei both frustrated and furious.

With such newfound power, he was confident he could face even the high-level Divine Race. Even if victory eluded him, he could unleash his internal energy, deploy his Wind Step, and escape without trouble.

Yet now, confronted with such a task, Ke Bei felt as if he were punching into empty air—powerful but unable to exert it.

Strength, now, was useless!

No matter how great his might, not knowing what the Tower of Awakening was meant he had no hope of completing his quest. If he failed the second stage, all his efforts in the first would be wasted.

"Damn it!" The more Ke Bei thought, the angrier he became. His Nine Yang internal energy surged violently within his dantian, and he smashed his fist against the wall.

Crack!

The solid wall crumbled like tofu under his fist, burying half his arm within.

Rumbling spiderweb cracks spread outward from his fist, crawling across the wall.

With a thunderous roar, Ke Bei yanked out his arm, and the entire wall collapsed in a cloud of dust. Dust covered his face and body, but expressionless, he strode out, heading toward the gathering point for the humans.

Lingfeng City, Tianfeng City, and Shu Han City had a combined force of one hundred forty thousand martial artists. Commanders Xiao, Ye, and Wang stood solemnly, gazing at the warriors—now only half their original number.

"Yesterday’s fierce battle claimed countless brothers," Wang Zuo said after a moment of silence, stepping forward with a powerful voice that thundered across the crowd.

"Their bodies were torn apart by zombies, their blood drained by beasts!"

"We survivors—shouldn’t we do something to bring peace and solace to their spirits?"

Wang Zuo’s voice rang out, his gaze icy as it swept over the remaining hundred thousand warriors.

"We should!"

The crowd roared in unison, their voices merging into a force even more staggering than thunder.

"Slaughter! Slaughter every zombie, every beast!"

"Sweep through Wushan City!"

All three commanders shouted in anger.

Thunderously, the hundred thousand martial artists surged toward the heart of Wushan City.

"Let’s kill!" Ke Bei growled, charging to the front of the line. The senseless quest had filled him with rage, and now he had the perfect outlet—a frenzied battle.

Roaring cries echoed deafeningly. Zombies and beasts, gathered in the city’s center, now joined forces to repel the human attack.

"Die!" Ke Bei’s eyes flashed coldly. His body darted like a phantom, thick internal energy coursing through his meridians and flooding his fists. Invisible force wrapped around his knuckles, multiplying their destructive power.

"Ha!" With a low shout, Ke Bei’s fist struck the heads of purple-haired zombies with the precision of a torrential downpour.

Bang, bang, bang!

The moment his fist touched a zombie’s skull, surging internal energy blasted through, and explosions echoed in their minds.

Boom, boom, boom!

Their heads burst from within, red and white brain matter splattering across the ground.

"Hahaha, how exhilarating!" Ke Bei laughed, channeling his energy to his feet. With Wind Step unleashed, his figure darted like a tornado, sweeping through the dense horde of zombies.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Wherever Ke Bei went, dust billowed. Whether blue-haired or purple-haired zombies, if touched by him, they were shattered by his immense internal energy.

"Amazing!" A squad of human warriors following behind him stared wide-eyed, astonished at his graceful movements, swallowing nervously.

"Die, die!" To vent his frustration, Ke Bei didn’t even bother to draw his saber. His internal energy erupted wildly, his fists, whistling with sharp wind, struck out in a frenzy.