Master of Strange Dao

Turn back to find Ji Meng, let him help ask those beings in Silver Lake if they've seen Wang Zixuan, see if he's just passing by or has intentions towards Silver Lake.

If he has intentions towards Silver Lake, then find an opportunity to make things difficult for him.

If he's just passing by, then forget it, everyone can coexist peacefully.

Yu Ziqing was originally already planning to find an opportunity to see how to relocate Silver Lake; this Forbidden Land is a bit too large, occupying all the territory that belongs to Dadui.

He definitely doesn't want anyone stirring up trouble at Silver Lake right now.

Acting on this, Yu Ziqing didn't rush back, he headed south, reaching the edge of the Southern Sea, calling on the sister-in-law, asking her to relay a message to Ji Meng for assistance.

After finishing this topic, in the drizzling rain, the sister-in-law told him that recently she hasn't been able to sense the state of Big Island, as those Deans have sealed the entire Big Island off from the world, with no way for her to keep an eye on it.

"Don't worry about them, those Deans, each one is bolder than the other.

But they are all truly capable people, they surely have their reasons for doing this.

It's been troublesome for you these years, it's just right you can take a break."

"I've rested for a long time, I don't need to rest anymore. You haven't been around lately either, if anything is needed, just speak up."

The sister-in-law was very polite, not afraid of Yu Ziqing asking for help, she was actually afraid Yu Ziqing wouldn't seek their help.

"In the future, there are indeed things that will trouble you both, I want to relocate Silver Lake Forbidden Land, without you two, I can't manage it."

"Alright, once he's more or less recovered, I'll have him give it a try."

After bidding farewell to the sister-in-law, Yu Ziqing still had some words left unsaid.

Ever since meeting and chatting more with Che Lun and the others, Yu Ziqing has actually had an idea to help the sister-in-law solidify a body.

Because he feels the sister-in-law's state is quite similar to Che Lun's group when they were without their True Forms.

And controlling the rain with such power, as if wielding authority, like a god's presence.

Her state must be related to these things.

Unfortunately, Yu Ziqing has always wanted to find the old records, but Dadui doesn't have any related records, and it's unknown what exactly happened back then.

Yu Ziqing's current research is still far from complete, he doesn't dare to mention it, fearing that ultimately failing would bring disappointment.

Originally, their mindset was fine, providing hope without reason, only to cause disappointment is messing with their mindset.

It's better to use the specimens from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World for more experiments, confirming feasibility before mentioning anything.

Anyway, even if those specimens die, Yu Ziqing doesn't feel bad.

Once there is progress, he can then inquire about what really happened back then, how it was accomplished, the specific details, preventing empty joy.

The Abyss must still be visited, as those lost within it are becoming increasingly important.

This time, a path for promotion has been found for the Matchstick people, so they can select soldiers to venture into the Mud Sea of the Muddied World to search for the next lucky one.

Who should be selected? Go back and ask Che Lun and the Matchstick people.

At the same time, within the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, those lost within are becoming increasingly cautious in their interactions.

They even began adjusting their memory armor, hiding things they don't want others to know, especially recent matters.

Because if two groups intertwined, establishing over a dozen groups was made apparent, it would be awkward for everyone.

More importantly, many are riding on both sides, just today in the "Never Compromise Group," eating melons, watching the action, shouting slogans, claiming they absolutely won't be like those spineless individuals, using such methods to leave.

The next day, in the "Queueing Group," they were arguing and swearing over whether to be the fifteenth or sixteenth in line.

On the third day, in the "Fence-sitting Faction," members covered for each other and discussed how to ensure the hardliners didn't discover them.

For example, if a Fence-sitting Faction member left, it would be more difficult for the remaining members to sit on the fence, how to ensure the remaining ones can leave smoothly.

After a day's discussion, one Fence-sitting Faction member quietly left.

On the next day, he sensed someone performing a sacrifice, he immediately began contacting.

Deep within East Sea, at the boundary with the deep sea, within a vast area, the Black Ship was sailing beneath the sea surface.

The High Priest, with an indescribable, strange tattoo on his back, presided over the sacrifice.

Under the altar covered with red cloth, strange forces were fluctuating, where normally they exercised extreme caution, at this moment they seemed a bit unrestrained.

It was truly a genius thought to borrow one to suppress the others.

The High Priest originally intended to change the sacrifice target, unfortunately, there wasn't an appropriate one at the moment, there was once one in the deep sea who extended an olive branch.

But that fellow quoted a price too high, demanding Sixty-four-sided crystal.

In the past, when everyone was helpless, this price might have been acceptable.

Now, they think they can get lost.

Such useful Divination Crystals, can we give it to you?

Especially after divination, the hints offered were inscrutable, they roughly understood sending out crystals wasn't a good prospect.

Naturally, they followed the divination results, kept the crystals, and honestly pursued the third best Saint's Road.

Today, a sacrifice ceremony for promoting a saint was held, at the altar covered with red cloth, the force unexpectedly calmed down, the emerging force increased.

Even the transmitted thoughts became substantially more peaceful.

It actually only cursed three times before restraining itself, initiating kindness.

The High Priest presiding over the sacrificial ceremony listened quietly to the evidently restrained words, the restrained malice, he felt the tattoo on his back, with laughter in his eyes.

In all his years, whether heard of, seen, this was the first he encountered a sacrifice subject being this restrained.

Setting aside the spontaneous malice, the mysterious language was certainly cursing, the remaining words were actually negotiating a matter, proposing a deal.

And as a sign of goodwill, they allowed the Black Ship Saints to borrow their power, the other side would try their utmost to cooperate.