Master of Strange Dao

The Void Cliff, the Cliff Divine King stood there quietly, having finished yet another call.

The Yang Devil intermittently slumbered and awakened, and in recent years the recovery speed had noticeably accelerated, but it was of little use and held a strong grudge against him.

This was all within his expectations.

Communicating with the Seven Yin King, that fellow was hiding who knows where, with no response at all, not even caring about the Yin Devil anymore.

Actually, this was also within expectations.

No matter how much the Cliff Divine King gritted his teeth, it was of no use.

No matter how much he understood, it couldn't stop him from gritting his teeth at this moment.

The only one currently with a chance to act and do many things is the Seven Yin King, yet he's still in that dreadful state.

The remaining awakened consciousness, Heavenly Devil King is suppressed, King Jiunian is suppressed...

Oh, they might as well be asleep for all the difference it makes, as they've been beaten half to death by the Mountain Lord.

Although the Mountain Lord cannot kill them, taking any opportunity to beat them half to death and keep them suffering isn't a big problem.

The Cliff Divine King stood in the void, unmoving, guarding the path till now, understanding that he must do something; the changes were happening much faster than anticipated.

He must do something, before the present world is fully restored, to complete some necessary arrangements, more aggressively.

As before, taking things slowly is no longer sufficient.

He even increasingly felt the opportunities dwindling and becoming more urgent.

It's time to make a decision.

The Cliff Divine King stood at the cliff's edge, chanting ancient melodies, in the void, imperceptible ripples arose, as if the gravity from the beginning of time was dancing, resonating the deepest call.

Above the Bright Moon, the Moon God raised her head, gazing into the void.

In her mind, many things she had forgotten seemed to suddenly appear.

Things that seemed very ancient appeared in her recollection.

There was a hint of shock in her eyes, a hint of fear.

"He... How dare he, how dare he use such an ancient call, is he mad!

What does he intend to do, who is he trying to awaken?

Who is he summoning?"

In her mind emerged some very, very distant memories, from when she first gained consciousness.

Memories from a time she herself thought ancient, now very vague.

She only remembered that back then, there weren't even the human tribes, and there was a great war, but the gods won.

She only remembered hearing from a deity later that the enemies of that time were later called the Ancient Gods.

And now she felt such a call, originating from the Ancient Gods.

Even though she descended after the war had ended, with the gods sitting aloft, she had never seen the Ancient Gods, yet now she suddenly felt a sense of fear.

Who is the Cliff Divine King trying to awaken?

The call of the Cliff Divine King, like the radiance of the Great Sun, swept indiscriminately, touching all who could receive it, making them feel it.

Che Lun, Matchstick Man, Flower God, all were trembling in trepidation.

They did not remember why, but felt this ancient call, instinctively giving rise to a thread of terror, a sense that something significant was about to happen.

In the depths of the Forbidden Land of Jinlan Mountain, always without presence, perhaps never to completely revive, the Jade Tomb.

It trembled slightly, the bit of consciousness of the Jade Tomb that was awakened seemed to trigger the most instinctive reaction.

A thread of rage surfaced within its consciousness, more awareness began to awaken continuously with the call.

Finally, not understanding why, it instinctively let out its first low growl.

"This is courting death."

After the low growl, the Jade Tomb calmed down, not understanding why it happened, remembering nothing, still far from awakening.

In the end, it could only remember that instinctively shouted phrase.

The undulating ripples disseminated endlessly, reaching every corner of the world, finally descending into the Abyss, layer by layer, falling to the deepest depths.

In the deepest darkness, a pair of massive eyes suddenly opened.

The Mountain Lord coldly raised his eyelids, also sensing the call.

Then, he shouted into the endless darkness below.

"I've had little entertainment recently, not in a good mood, if anyone wants to cause a ruckus to entertain me, I'll surely oblige."

In the depths of the darkness, all was silent, the healing Heavenly Devil King, hearing the call from the Cliff Divine King, merely turned over.

King Jiunian in the darkness, transformed into a mass of indescribable rolling black mud, also had no reaction to the Cliff Divine King's call.

This call was not intended for those who were already awakened and still remembered everything.

It was an awakening of consciousness, of long-lost memories.

The call reached the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, and those still struggling and sinking inside began to recall some former memories that were awakened, some of their lost memories resurfaced under this call.

Those memories thickened their armor, protecting consciousness from complete submersion.

Yet, for the majority, there was little impact, as their situation was already dire enough.

The armor unexpectedly thickened a bit, at most, just enough to withstand another storm.

Instead, the resurfacing memories contained more things that caused fear and aversion, further solidifying their resolve to join the Queueing Faction.