Uncle Wang's Sequence was called Myriad Aspects.
The Sequence's name sounded impressive, and its meaning was impressive too, but in practice, his abilities were little different from those of other Sequence Adepts.
His ability was very simple, yet also anything but simple.
He had every ability, but none of them were powerful.
His abilities encompassed everything, but the cost of that breadth was that no individual ability was particularly strong.
He had already reached Sequence Eight, but his abilities remained at the level of Sequence Nine.
The good news was that he could use the abilities of every Sequence Adept he had seen. The bad news was that they all felt sluggish to use, and none were strong.
Looking at the twenty-odd people behind him, Uncle Wang sighed inwardly again, but showed nothing on his face. He merely said, "Hang in there, everyone. We should find something different not far ahead."
At his words, the twenty-odd survivors all perked up.
They trusted Uncle Wang deeply.
Without Uncle Wang, they would have died long ago. They also knew what Uncle Wang's Sequence ability was, so they believed his words without question.
Among the crowd, a woman around thirty was supporting a man of roughly the same age. Hearing Uncle Wang's words, she shook the man beside her excitedly.
"Liang, did you hear that? There's something different ahead. You can be saved!"
"Yeah!" Liang's face was still somewhat flushed, but Uncle Wang's suppression had improved his condition considerably. He nodded at his wife's words, though he was not nearly as optimistic.
He could clearly feel that something was still wrong with his body. Although his head was much better and no longer as foggy as before, it still felt heavy.
Even a slight shake made him uncomfortable.
He knew perfectly well that