Master of Strange Dao

Wang Zixuan clearly knows a lot about this place, and Yu Ziqing observed that this guy actually sat openly on the peak of a snow mountain in the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land for several months without dying, so he must have a way to resist the Extreme Cold Stream.

Moreover, the so-called people out to hunt him down that he felt should be a misunderstanding, then Yu Ziqing couldn't help it; getting some information for free would naturally be the best.

Faced with Yu Ziqing's promise, Wang Zixuan pondered slightly.

He was considering what things he could say and what he couldn't.

Having mixed in the Divine Dynasty for so long, he learned quite a bit, for example, that speaking carelessly would lead to no good.

The words 'Deities,' he had never heard them elsewhere.

"What are you looking for?"

"My matters aren't important; first, tell me about the specifics of this place."

"See for yourself." A glint of light appeared in Wang Zixuan's eyes as he locked gaze with Yu Ziqing.

In the next moment, Yu Ziqing saw a completely different scene reflecting in Wang Zixuan's eyes.

This pure white world abruptly turned azure blue; above the sky, as blue as pure essence, flowed endless blue halos.

Among the flowing halos, occasionally some areas dripped halos, pulling out slender streams that connected to the ground.

Wherever these streams passed, massive ice pillars would condense, and when the streams of halo faded, the ice pillars would also collapse and vanish.

Beneath the ground, a vast amount of blue halos flowed like a crisscrossed network of rivers, covering the entire Extremely Cold Forbidden Land.

The deeper you go, the denser the network becomes.

The so-called relatively safe paths are the zones between these halo streams.

Every so often, you might encounter dangers, meaning you need to "cross the rivers."

This area is relatively better; it's just the periphery, with relatively more safe spots and a wider, more abundant mesh formed by the intersecting rivers.

The hiding spot Wei Jing chose was right in the middle of one of these grids, where the Extreme Cold Stream fell sparsely and was much weaker.

However, the place where Wang Zixuan was located was completely different; he sat right above a halo stream.

The halos dripping from the sky transformed into streams falling on Wang Zixuan, but he quietly bore the freezing streams, some entering his body and being slowly absorbed by him, while others slid off his body.

Is this guy's method to resist the Extreme Cold Stream—by cheating?

No, with his current physical body and Divine Soul, he is truly human. He was reborn to claim a name.

How could a human have the ability to withstand such power unscathed?

"Have you figured it out? This is the method to resist the so-called Extreme Cold Stream."

"Not resisting at all?"

"Resisting will only escalate the effects; following and guiding is the most effective way."

Yu Ziqing appeared enlightened, nodding repeatedly.

In reality, he still didn't understand the principle, but he realized that no matter how simple and effective the method, there was a precondition: being able to endure the power needed to guide it.

Wang Zixuan clearly didn't explain it thoroughly, having stayed a while in the Divine Dynasty; he picked up bad habits quickly.

But it's also understandable; from Wang Zixuan's perspective, he had no choice. He suddenly found Yu Ziqing and had to collaborate with him.

He's different from Che Lun, Matchstick Man, Flower God, and even the red veiled hat.

Wang Zixuan genuinely has his own ideas and makes his own judgments when encountering things.

Just by daring to offend the one deep in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, he is already very unique.

And now he dares to step foot where other deities fear to tread.

Yu Ziqing doesn't quite understand what he wants to do after all.

Does he want to just lie low and live steadily, or is he so desperate that he dares to do anything?

Perhaps it's a bit of both.

"Let me ask you something. After you came out, have you been to the Abyss again?"

"No, I've never been."

"Across the Abyss Rift Valley, heading west, over the desert where the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower is, and further ahead you'll come to a cliff.

Under the cliff used to be a vast lake or ocean, now dried up.

There is an extremely deep abyss below; do you know what's there?"

Wang Zixuan's eyes flashed, and he said.

"That place used to be called Shisha Sea, once the territory of the Shisha Sea Demon, but unfortunately, they have perished.

But as for how it is now, I don't know. I have to see it to know."

"The demons that fall into that deep trench become desiccated corpses, blown up by the dark wind and falling into the seafloor, only to be devoured completely by the earth at the bottom of the sea. Does that remind you of anything?"

"No, I must go in person to possibly know; I'm originally unfamiliar with that place." Wang Zixuan shook his head.

"Alright, then you must be familiar with the one asleep deep in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, right?"

Wang Zixuan considered whether to tell Yu Ziqing about this, thinking that it probably wouldn't hurt to say it.

"I know His secret; He needs to devour those little black guys you have seen to truly awaken.

Once He awakens, I will undoubtedly die, so I left with the little black guys ahead of time.

I suppose you wouldn't want to see Him awaken either.

Those little black guys use the clan names of certain ghosts as their True Name; as long as the ghosts under the clan names are not destroyed, they remain unscathed."