Master of Strange Dao

The Yang Devil calmed down, knowing the current situation, and he had no choice. If he didn't split, he would completely lose his mind.

Even if it's utilizing one grave issue to solve another.

Now both halves of consciousness are silent, staring blankly at each other.

The most fundamental conflict: one wishes to preserve the slim hope in this place, the other wants to extinguish it.

"That Devil has harmed me." The Yang-Keeping Devil sighed with some grievance.

Back then, he was spirited and unrivaled, rarely regarded others positively except for a few.

But all his pride suffered consecutive fatal blows.

He once witnessed first-hand a deity he respected, an undying entity of All Gods, being sent to death.

Even when he remained undying, he was still beaten into this pitiful state.

He had to rein in his arrogance, let intelligence take the high ground, learned patience, found a way to recover, and tricked humans into helping him.

Yet now, he was stepped on heavily by a human Devil.

This Devil was truly ruthless, if unable to destroy his path, then sought to destroy his consciousness.

Only now did he, in the midst of countless years of smoothness, remember one truth: human beings are different.

Among humans, there are those foolish as pigs, greedy enough to obscure reason, and also those bad beyond belief to even All Gods.

The Yang-Keeping Devil couldn't help but curse incessantly, while the Yang-destroying Devil remained silent, watching coldly.

The Yang-destroying Devil felt that the human Devil was right. If he decided early on to leave no thread of hope, he might already have attained the power of death.

How else would it have developed to this degree.

But fortunately, time is not an obstacle to him, he can correct wrongs.

Thinking of this, the Yang-destroying Devil stopped contemplating, fearing the fluctuation of his consciousness would be sensed by the Yang-Keeping Devil.

He quietly concealed himself within a gigantic fireball, completely severing ties with the Yang-Keeping Devil.

His thoughts were simple: to destroy this place, to extinguish this final glimmer of hope, in an undying state flinging himself into death's embrace, was not a simple task.

To achieve this, there was only one extreme solution, to destroy the Yang-Keeping Devil, then he could destroy the place.

But he cannot act now, as he's unable to kill the Yang-Keeping Devil.

He must find a way to kill the Yang-Keeping Devil.

And this endeavor itself is in pursuit of death.

Their consciousnesses were originally one, killing the Yang-Keeping Devil would be like personally embracing death, yet without complete obliteration of awareness, it's the best path.

Although the human Devil harbored ill intentions, the words were indeed correct.

The Yang-destroying Devil felt he had never been this close to death before.

Stepping forward, was a step the Yang-Keeping Devil hadn't taken in countless years; he walked one step further than the Yang-Keeping Devil.

Just this step drew him closer to the desired death, that feeling, made him fascinated, more determined.

The Yang-destroying Devil shrank inside one gigantic fireball, while the Yang-Keeping Devil could only hide in another.

Both appeared like they would die without interacting.

The Yang-Keeping Devil babbled, and soon, the Yang-destroying Devil could no longer bear it, sealing himself within his fireball, pondering how to find a way to kill the Yang-Keeping Devil.

Thinking over and over, they came from the same Source, there was no countermeasure—it required external force.

But upon thinking multiple times, the available external forces were few.

Contacting other Deities was completely ruled out; it was not only useless, but they also harbored ill intent.

The previously contacted Wei Clan couldn't even uphold their contract; for such a major matter, clearly their capabilities were insufficient.

The final choices were either the previous robed figure, having interacted a few times, harboring ill intentions with deep schemes.

Or that human Devil, full of malicious schemes, adequately nefarious, and wouldn't mind killing the Yang-Keeping Devil.

The external forces to borrow were one of these two.

The Yang-destroying Devil deemed the human Devil better, as he had personally witnessed death and felt death's power.

This was a significant advantage.

Only pity, the Devil probably wouldn't appear again soon.

He needs to find a way to make contact.

After more contemplation, only people of the Wei Clan could be utilized in some way.

The only people he could actively reach were those of the Wei Clan.

While insufficient for major use, they were enough to act as a medium to make contact.

During his deliberation, a thread of divine aura fell from the Void, entering the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land, touching the invisible blue halo permeating it.

The divine aura was imbued with a peculiar rhythm, connecting into the static world.

The Yang-Keeping Devil and Yang-destroying Devil, who appeared irreconcilable just moments ago, instantly merged the two fireballs back into one upon sensing this divine aura, at least that's how it appeared.

The Yang-destroying Devil hid in a corner, saying nothing, observing coldly.

The Yang-Keeping Devil, upon sensing the divine aura, shouted sternly.

"Scram."

"Even now, you remain unchanged."

"Scram."

"Without my scheme, how could you recover so quickly?"

"Scram."

"Times have changed; great transformation is imminent. You should stay calm and prioritize the bigger picture."

"That damn Seven Yin Undying, go to hell with your bigger picture.

I've fallen so low, even my rank has been shattered, all thanks to that bastard.

If he exists, I don't. If I exist, he doesn't.

Back then you saved Seven Yin, and now you dare to contact me?