Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing stood at the edge of the black Mud Sea, quietly sensing.

He still didn't quite understand why just changing the name of a Hungry Ghost, which most people might not even care whether it's called an Evil Ghost or a Hostile Ghost, could lead to such a big change.

The change in anything has its fundamental logic and reason.

But this time, he couldn't quite grasp it.

It's like he casually spat on the ground, and two months later, that spit inexplicably exploded with the terrifying power comparable to a Meteor falling to earth. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI~Fire.net

In this world, the thoughts of all beings indeed have a significant impact on some things.

Sometimes, when everyone firmly believes in something, it can directly affect the outcome.

But not just anything can exert influence.

For example, with something like a Hungry Ghost which didn't exist before, everyone's concept of it was blank, making it easier to leave a fixed impression.

But if it's something already deeply entrenched, trying to erase the original and change it to something new, yet still being deeply convinced of it, is not easy at all.

Like everyone knows you can't eat poo, people need to drink water.

If you forcibly change it to say water is poisonous and people have to eat poo, it would never be achieved.

Many concepts are carved into the bloodline, inscribed into instincts.

Yu Ziqing, at this moment, stood at the edge of the Mud Sea, not in haste to step inside.

He was just quietly sensing, quietly contemplating.

Several months later, the black Mud Sea suddenly churned violently.

It was as if some gigantic creature was flipping over in the Mud Sea, and when gazing far into the distance, a massive bulge could be seen rising on the horizon.

With a loud bang, the bulge shattered, and black qi, yin qi, Evil Qi mixed together, transforming into a strange power, like a black pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The surging black qi persisted for most of the day before gradually weakening and dissipating.

The Mud Sea returned to its original state, with only some small bubbles continuously surfacing and then popping.

Yu Ziqing stood silently there, waiting for half a day before he felt the sea breeze from afar, carrying a scent filled with black qi.

This time, Yu Ziqing reached out, grasping a mass of black qi in his palm, confirming it thoroughly.

The power emerging from its depths was exactly the same as what he had seen with the Nine-tailed Demon Fox in the Dadui Seal years ago.

It's no longer just similar; in essence, it is identical, sharing the same root and source.

Yu Ziqing sighed lightly, pitying the rash actions of the past, and now there's no way to find someone alive to question.

Back then, it must have been someone deliberately guiding, turning that dazzling Concubine Chen into such a state, rather than her failing on her own.

Even Concubine Chen might have been deliberately cultivated like that from a young age, wasting her talent.

Otherwise, with such talent, bestowed from heaven, focused on cultivation, as long as she didn't die prematurely, she could certainly become a peak figure.

With normal cultivator efforts and faith, she would be among the very few who could firmly reach the Ninth Tier Peak.

Unfortunately, back then, Concubine Chen had no interest in cultivation at all.

Upon reflection, Dadui was truly miserable.

Always under various attacks, even today, Yu Ziqing feels that the internal issues of Dadui might also have arisen due to external reasons.

The Emperor Dui of the Dingmao Era probably saw through the root cause, completely giving up conventional means.

He probably realized a long time ago that saving things one by one, changing bit by bit, was no longer possible.

He directly used the drastic method of replacing flesh with bone as a last struggle.

The seal from An History Book, which Yu Ziqing cleared too quickly, especially those from the Dingmao Era, mostly breezed through.

Now thinking about it, that gamer mentality of diving into dungeons surely missed a lot of critical information.

There was no way around it, considering the sheer number of seals from the Dingmao Era.

Moreover, most seals were ones that could be breezed through, becoming increasingly nauseating, seals filled with complete villains.

Seeing too much, Yu Ziqing could only skip over the cutscenes, directly entering the monster-fighting stage.

Many times, he didn't go in person...

He was probably in a "I don't know who I am, I also don't know where this is, I only know I need to unleash carnage" state.

Now suddenly realizing there might be deeper information hidden within those small dungeons, it's a bit awkward.

But it's not a big problem; luckily there are still many seals unsolved, acting as training dungeons for Jinlan Mountain people.

Coincidentally, they might stumble upon more information.

It just so happens, giving the village chief more tasks, preventing the chief from always thinking about fighting.

Yu Ziqing observed here for a long time, roughly figuring out that the stuff within this black Mud Sea was about to awaken, yet hadn't fully awoken, nearly reaching but not quite there.

It's approximately equivalent to transitioning from a deep sleep state to a rapid eye movement period.

He looked at Ruan Renwang, who always followed, and asked softly.

"Senior, do you think we should go inside and take a look?"

Ruan Renwang didn't respond.

"Then, senior, do you think if something happens, you can take me away?

I think my strength is still somewhat lacking, this ghostly place, it always feels particularly unsafe.

Rushing in recklessly might just be asking for it."

Seeing Ruan Renwang still unresponsive, Yu Ziqing squatted at the edge of the black Mud Sea, extending a hand, gently touching the black mud.