Master of Strange Dao

Throw the Little Devils into the Dark Rift Valley, and soon, the eerie wind will rise from below, blowing the dried corpses out.

This time, as the eerie wind dissipates and the dried corpse begins to fall, Yu Ziqing makes a grab mid-air. The Yang God suddenly opens its eyes, seeing the dried corpse flying toward the cliff.

The gray-white dried corpse of the Little Demon lands with a gentle collision, shattering directly like sand.

Yu Ziqing doesn't rush to touch it; he carefully senses for a while and finds that all the power is gone.

The Devil's Demonic Qi, blood, all the internal power is completely vanish, you couldn't squeeze juice this clean.

Yu Ziqing reaches out his hand, ready to touch, when Lou Huai hurriedly stops him.

"Big brother, let me."

Then, Lou Huai grabs a bound Little Demon and presses it into the pile of pulverized remains.

After waiting for a while, the Little Demon shows no reaction.

Yu Ziqing extends his hand, gently touching a slightly larger fragment, and with just a light touch, the fragment turns into a pile of gray-white pulverized remains.

Yu Ziqing pauses in silence, picks up a handful, and observes it in his palm for quite a while.

Then, he takes out a sample of White Soil and compares it.

The two seem to be essentially the same thing, the ones shattered on the ground resembling White Soil that's already completely devoid of "nutrition."

Hmm, only now does Yu Ziqing suddenly remember that Five-Colored Soil is also a consumable; it can't be passed down as a family heirloom.

Especially when used for planting Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, the consumption rate is even faster.

He plans to find someone to buy some already-used White Soil for comparison.

Not sure if such a thing exists.

Because Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures consume soil heavily, according to the Dean Nong, after a few years, new soil needs to be added because the old soil is consumed by plants.

Yu Ziqing waves to the Two Devils, throwing the remaining demons into the abyss.

After collecting a bit more pulverized remains, Yu Ziqing looks toward the Dark Rift Valley and mutters a couple of sentences.

"I don't mean to disturb, but if you like, I'll bring more next time."

He doesn't know what's below or what's there, but with the previous lessons of the Mountain Lord, Yu Ziqing just assumes there is something.

Saying a few pretty words costs nothing.

As for whether anything down there can understand him, Yu Ziqing doesn't care.

If it's something formidable, it surely can grasp the meaning.

If it can't understand at all, why would Yu Ziqing care?

The hope of finding an entrance is slim; this place is also quite strange. Better move to the next one quickly.

Yu Ziqing leaves with the Two Devils, and the place returns to its usual dead silence.

Here, the air doesn't seem to move, not even a breeze.

Several days later, the eerie wind howls as if something is breathing. The Dark Rift Valley slightly expands and then returns to silence.

A wisp of eerie wind seizes the opening of the expanded Dark Rift Valley, swirling up the cliff and flying far away.

Meanwhile, within the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, someone who believed in "awakening the one deep down" is being called a fool by the red veil. Attempting to awaken that one within the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

Years ago, that one, who had been submerged for a long time, seemed thoroughly extinguished but has shown a trace of reaction, appearing to have a tendency to awaken.

But soon after that, it did not show any further reaction.

On the contrary, the others submerged in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World either completely awakened or were entirely extinguished.

At this moment, one who's been submerged for an era and cannot change his past ways is continuously trying to awaken.

He was not swept away by the former waves and thoroughly extinguished, but time passed to the point where his Memory Armor is so weakened, barely sustaining his existence.

He does not want to be rescued by a human as the Queueing Faction, he only wants to preserve the last glory.

Unfortunately, his continuous attempts to awaken yielded no effects.

This time, before he starts trying, he felt a widespread fluctuation around him.

That one seems to have a tendency to awaken again; the calm depth of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World suddenly surges with waves, under dark currents, exploding with force dozens or hundreds of times greater than before.

Massive malice mixed with indescribable force erupts, immediately sucking this fool in.

His remaining Memory Armor can no longer resist, being continuously extinguished.

His past memories are all extinguished here, leaving only consciousness, a clueless consciousness, like a fool.

The consciousness gets swept in, disappearing into the depths of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

Long after, when that wisp of eerie wind blows over thousands of miles away and vanishes entirely in the air, the surging undercurrents in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World gradually settle, returning to its usual state.

Everyone feels that a fool has been utterly extinguished.

That one hasn't even been awakened, just with a slight reaction, leading to this result.

Now, the Fence-sitting Faction starts holding meetings again, planning to directly invest in the Queueing Faction.

At least the Queueing Faction's escape is being methodically carried out. Compared to their imprisonment time, the speed is already very swift.

Thus, interaction within small groups becomes increasingly frequent.

These people are calling the Matchstick People with increasing frequency.