Master of Strange Dao

After Yu Ziqing finished beating up Little Black Stick Figure, and saw him crying his eyes out, he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of sympathy.

Honestly, if the other party had just behaved, Yu Ziqing hadn't initially planned to do this.

But since an excuse was provided, Yu Ziqing might as well use it, as long as he set some limits, the other party probably wouldn't be taken down in an instant.

These guys, trapped in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World for so long, relentlessly eroded by malice, being able to maintain self-awareness is already quite strong.

According to Che Lun, generally, people are doomed once they get in; being able to hold out for a while is considered very strong.

And those who can persist in not extinguishing their consciousness, a slight mistake, a slip-up, or during times of high tides, one careless moment, and they could be completely doomed.

The ones left now that haven't been eroded into madness by endless malice can be said to mostly have luck on their side.

They were already not quite right in the head, and after being beaten up by Yu Ziqing and spontaneously condensing a new True Form, it's estimated they won't be as smooth as Che Lun in the future.

This ghastly True Form, coupled with the process of condensing his True Form, Yu Ziqing began to worry about his path of ascension.

Speaking of which, it's quite tragic, Yu Ziqing felt it was best not to laugh out loud.

Now he was a well-meaning person.

The process was somewhat different than expected, but the result was good.

At least from Che Lun's perspective, and from those queuing in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, it was indeed very good.

Yu Ziqing grabbed Little Black, thought for a moment, and to distinguish him from the other Little Blacks he encountered before, Yu Ziqing decided to call him Matchstick.

As usual, he drew a big picture for the others still in line, letting them witness the process firsthand, and with successful cases of Che Lun and Matchstick, the follow-ups just needed a slow, step-by-step approach.

After casually digging some Black Soil, Che Lun transformed into a large vehicle, carrying Yu Ziqing away.

Meanwhile, inside the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, things were far from calm, as a group of individuals started causing a stir.

When Wang Zixuan escaped back then, there were two factions.

One wanted to seize Wang Zixuan's opportunity, though the chance was slim, yet they still wanted to rush onto the bridge.

The other faction, led by Che Lun, helped Wang Zixuan hold back those trying to rush the bridge.

Now that Che Lun and Matchstick have been freed, that other faction started moralizing.

"You're willing to be lapdogs for the human race, even more disgraceful than that contemptible disgrace. You've lost even the last bit of honor!"

"Ha, fools." Queue No.1 sneered.

"Utter disgrace, discarding even the last bit of rank, it's truly disgraceful, disgraceful!"

"Ha, no matter how you look at it, that one doesn't resemble ordinary humans, and even if so, what of it? I'm tired of this endless malice here, tired of the uncertainty of when a wave might surge up, causing one to be swept away completely, without a chance." No.2 Queue felt somewhat agitated.

"I lived well back in the day, hardly ever interacting with the humans, and what happened?

My three subordinate races met annihilation at the hands of a Divine King during the war.

He was so arrogant, he couldn't tolerate the humans even raising their heads, dragging us all into the battle.

The result? Not letting others lift their heads, stand straight—it forcefully turned into a Fallen of All Gods.

Trapped in this ghastly place for so many years, I thought it all through long ago.

Screw the deities, screw the Divine King, whoever can get me out of here, whoever can help me condense a new True Form and be reborn.

I'll go with them, it doesn't matter to me if they are humans or gods.

Whoever dares to stop me, I'll take them down with me even at the cost of my own life!"

No.3 Queue felt somewhat agitated, already prepared to drag someone down with him to death.

Queue No.1 and No.2 were frightened, seeing No.3 Queue about to have malice enter his mind and drive him completely mad, quickly tried to comfort him.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

"They're wicked, they simply don't want you to leave, deliberately provoking you, don't fall for it! Back in the day, you were already deceived once when you were alive, don't forget!"

The remaining queuers took turns surrounding the agitated No.3 Queue with their Memory Armor, helping him regain his sense of self.

A moment later, No.3 Queue calmed down, and everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stay relaxed, our freedom is in sight, after so many years, what's a few more days?'

They're all crazy, desperate, wishing to see us never have a chance.

Follow my lead, they're all fools.

Ha, fools."

"Ha, fools." No.3 Queue calmed down too, realizing it was true—they couldn't fall for the trick.

As a result, regardless of what the other faction said, the queuing people only had these four words.

That day, one individual wasn't broken by "Ha, fools," but by the queuers' determination to escape, leading to their annihilation in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World. Updates are released by novel-fire.ɴet

Thus, the opposition didn't come closer to the shore, choosing instead to dive deeper.

"We can't let it end like this, find a way to awaken that one inside."

"Are you crazy? Even if you have the ability, once awakened, do you expect that one to treat us kindly? We might die first."

"But seeing those disgraceful ones about to escape, I feel uncomfortable."

"Take it slow, escaping might not be a good thing, I suspect that human harbors ill intent."

A group of people discussed among themselves but didn't reach a conclusion.

After dispersing, the individual who blocked the attempt to awaken the one deep in the Fallen Abyss quietly pulled two closest pals to form a small group.