Master of Strange Dao

"Do you think if we go over there, we'll be able to get in line?"

"Huh?"

"What do you mean 'huh,' don't you want to escape?"

"I do."

"It's right then, I think that guy is going crazy. He's actually trying to find a way to awaken that one deep inside. If that one comes out, we'll all be dead. I don't want to really face death, I also want to get in line. I feel like a big change is coming. If we don't escape now, we'll never have another chance."

A group struggling to survive in a cesspool, yet each with their own thoughts. One wave of people can build several groups.

Meanwhile, Yu Ziqing was on his way back to Almsgiving Town.

The Matchstick Man still looked half-dead and feeble, the effects of that beating not easy to shake off.

Yu Ziqing left behind Che Lun and the Matchstick Man, returning to his room, eager to seize the opportunity to continue cultivation and exploration.

He glanced sideways, the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost seemed to not exist, quietly staying there.

"Keep an eye on those two, especially the new Matchstick Man. Report to me immediately if there's anything suspicious. I happen to have an experiment waiting to be conducted."

The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost nodded silently, drifting away quietly, standing like a stake in an inconspicuous corner, staring expressionlessly at Che Lun and the Matchstick Man.

Experiments could be conducted slowly; Che Lun's previous identity, after all, was a deity, so Yu Ziqing couldn't easily trust him completely.

The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost kept watching.

The only one slightly let go was the Half Skull, because Half Skull had turned from a Sacrificial God into a hungry ghost.

The newcomer, the Matchstick Man, must be particularly watched.

If this guy doesn't behave, then Yu Ziqing can only slice him, attempt to devour, and let other hungry ghosts also try to devour. This experiment hasn't started yet.

In the small courtyard of the Health Club, Yu Ziqing took the opportunity to go into seclusion, sorting through the newly deduced Dharma Method.

The Matchstick Man lay on the stone table, waiting to regain strength, while Che Lun hovered beside him, quietly watching the Matchstick Man.

Che Lun was also afraid that the Matchstick Man might stir up trouble and implicate him.

He felt that his limited conscience had already been enough. This was as far as he would go.

If the Matchstick Man doesn't know any better now, Che Lun felt it was his duty to kill him.

"Are you a dog, staring at me like this?"

"I fear you aren't calm yet and don't know what's good for you."

"Have you really pledged complete loyalty to that person?"

"You don't understand. The Lord promised me things, all of them! Every single thing was fulfilled, and far more than what was said."

On Che Lun's fierce face, there suddenly seemed to be a hint of wisdom.

The Matchstick Man paused slightly, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a while. He really didn't know how to refute.

Because back then, when they were involved in the war, none of the promises made by All Gods were fulfilled.

If even one had been fulfilled, they wouldn't have ended up in the Fallen Abyss after their True Form was destroyed.

The Matchstick Man now somewhat understood why Che Lun was so devoted, willing to watch over him voluntarily. The source of this content ɪs novel(ꜰ)ire.net

Having been rid of malicious erosion, and having been beaten, the Matchstick Man could now think a little more calmly, and intelligence began to return, leading to more thoughts.

Che Lun approached the Matchstick Man, came into contact with his body.

Instantly, the incense fire power he felt, the joy he sensed, flowed into him like a bubbling stream, continuously.

Everything, he allowed the Matchstick Man to feel as well.

The Matchstick Man seemed a little dazed, impacted by that pure joy, pure happiness, unable to comprehend.

"What is...this?"

"My path to ascension, something even those deities among All Gods never bestowed upon me. To be honest with you, if you're not honest now, I will be the first to kill you."

Che Lun floated up, and the shared perception was instantly severed, leaving the Matchstick Man somewhat lost.

He felt a power he had never felt before, one also wishing for a path to ascension.

Because he still didn't know what his path to ascension was, his True Form came together too quickly, and that beating was excruciating.

"The Lord leads me on a path called mutual success, which you won't understand yet. We'll talk after you recover somewhat. For now, you must behave."

The Matchstick Man didn't argue, stayed honestly, and had no intention of causing trouble anymore.

He knew Che Lun too well, enough to believe that if Che Lun said he'd kill him, Che Lun would indeed dare to do so.

So, after calming down, he listened obediently to what Che Lun said.

Recommending through a beating usually worked well most of the time.

In the corner where the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost had been watching, there was some regret; it seemed that the newcomer, Little Black, had settled down.

The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost was a recluse, disliked going out, preferred to bounce around in front of people, and her favorite thing was guarding residences or keeping an eye on someone, which she was also best at.

With the career change, the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost's presence was becoming ever lower, so low that Yu Ziqing often overlooked her presence.

It was simply too suitable for covert surveillance.

In the room, Yu Ziqing harnessed his power while it lasted, first cultivating Dayan Preface, then continuing to organize Body Refinement, and finally moving on to understanding the joy that Che Lun had yet to fully embrace.

Suddenly, Yu Ziqing's expression shifted as he abruptly opened his eyes, looking towards the southeast direction.

There, a vast force of the Three Calamities was rapidly converging. Yu Ziqing sensed it carefully; someone was crossing a tribulation, and they were very strong, undoubtedly a powerhouse of the Third Tribulation.