Chapter 1188 - 307: Saving You, A New True Form (5k)
In the face of a formidable enemy, sacrifice one person and fight desperately.
In ancient times, this was the blessing bestowed upon devout believers by the Deities, merely sending down a wisp of consciousness, an effortless grace that also displayed divine might.
But now, Bubble Face no longer has a True Body, only consciousness remains, so naturally there is no concept of the return of consciousness.
He can send down a wisp of consciousness, but if he sends down all his consciousness, the choice is his, no longer that of the worshipper.
As for whether he stays once he arrives, that depends on his decision.
Before the Sacrificial Technique began, Yu Ziqing demanded the remaining half of the technique.
This time, Bubble Face readily complied and gave it directly.
Yu Ziqing smiled, and so did Bubble Face; everyone was satisfied.
The Sacrificial Technique commenced, ancient and strange languages chanting an epic tale, while Yu Ziqing, without changing his expression, twisted his fingers into bizarre shapes, forming runes, and his body also assumed the form of a rune.
The incense fire of Spiritual Incense billowed and spun, forming a temporary passage connecting to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.
Bubble Face's bubbles burst, tendrils of black mist drilled into the passage, rolling and laughing wildly as they surged toward the sacrificial altar.
Yu Ziqing remained calm, for when he glimpsed Bubble Face, the rust on the rusty sword began to flake off.
Moreover, even if something unexpected happened, he had a final contingency plan.
Clenching his teeth, he imitated Wu Shuangge,
No big deal if he had to swallow Bubble Face whole and call it quits.
However, doing so would make it difficult to find volunteers here in the future; others might be hard to fool again.
He needed to help Bubble Face successfully escape, setting an example of a successful escape.
Only then could he convince the remaining ones.
When he first came here, he thought there was only one; he didn't expect there to be many.
Yet those he made contact with later clearly were not as strong as the one he initially sensed before it awakened.
That one was the real troublemaker.
Dealing with Bubble Face and this group first would prevent a major incident here in the future when a whole bunch of them might jump out, making it troublesome.
As Bubble Face came rolling over, Yu Ziqing silently reassured himself that the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, actually called Fallen Abyss, wasn't really a cesspit, and Bubble Face wasn't just leaping out of a cesspit straight towards him.
He watched as the black mists surged, rushing into his body, until the last wisp of black mist dissipated, and Yu Ziqing grinned.
With a thought, he directly activated his abilities.
His aura soared abruptly, and in a few brief breaths, it ascended to the Ninth Tier Peak.
After reaching the Ninth Tier Peak, his aura kept rising, surpassing the Ninth Tier Peak by a considerable margin, yet still not reaching the Tenth Tier.
At this point, the power's ascent stopped.
Yu Ziqing felt a bit disappointed, unsure if it was the limitation of the world or insufficient information to transcend a significant level.
Yu Ziqing guessed it might be due to his inadequate understanding of the Divine Text, some of it being known merely out of awareness without true comprehension.
The hungry ghost form began to appear on his face, and his internal power forcefully suppressed Bubble Face into a mass, delivering a solid blow.
One strike left Bubble Face dumbstruck, the malice carried by the black mist he gathered was shattered in a single hit.
His entire consciousness was stunned, thoughts froze, and the sparse power completely dissipated.
Yu Ziqing introspected, Bubble Face wasn't reacting, and if it weren't for the black mist mass still there, he'd have thought Bubble Face got slapped to death.
Once the judgment was complete, if he had to act, the first strike must be full-force.
Yu Ziqing had found loopholes as much as possible; if this strike involved using the sword instead of pure force, the outcome would be even worse.
Before making a move, Yu Ziqing speculated that this guy might not be taken out in one strike by eighty percent.
But it didn't seem that far off either...
Bubble Face seemed to have fainted.
Yu Ziqing stood by the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, long hair wildly flailing, a ferocious hungry ghost face, his aura becoming ominous.
And within the sea mud churned, many were secretly watching, some praying for Bubble Face's success.
Disgraced renegades wouldn't come to save them, but they trusted that Bubble Face might still be reliable.
A moment later, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, looked at the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, and let out a strange, grating laugh.
"Heh heh heh... just you wait, all of you will get your turn, one by one, I'll slowly rescue all of you."
As soon as he said this, a dozen bubbles appeared in the Mud Sea, each with a peculiar face.
They all believed that this guy in front of them was definitely Bubble Face, who had successfully descended.
Yu Ziqing looked at each bubble with eager sincerity.
Gathering his belongings, Yu Ziqing turned to leave.
Almost out of the Abyss, and Bubble Face still hadn't awakened, Yu Ziqing grew concerned yet remained in the Abyss, waiting quietly.
With nothing else to do, he continued to study the Divine Text.
Eventually, a few days later, Yu Ziqing delved into a segment that just happened to mention Bubble Face's True Name.
He finally understood the meaning of its True Name.
At this moment, Yu Ziqing felt his aura start to rise, seemingly verging on actually crossing to the Tenth Tier.
He didn't continue to act but rather looked at the mass of black mist inside him, thought, and said sternly.
"As understood by humanity, your True Name should be called Che, or Che Lun."
With those words, the mass of black mist suddenly transformed into a pitch-black wooden wheel wrapped in iron sheeting.
In the center of the wheel, an ominous face slowly emerged.
The wheel awakened.
He opened his eyes, sensing his state, and that menacing face inexplicably bore a look of deep-seated grievance and enmity.
Even the most foolish should now understand, his plan to descend and stay had succeeded, but not entirely.
Because after taking that hit, he didn't know what else had transpired.
Now, he had acquired a new True Form.