Master of Strange Dao

And this is also his greatest flaw as Emperor Qian.

If one day Old Emperor Qian uses this as an excuse to depose the new Emperor Qian, it really wouldn't be very difficult.

Old Emperor Qian has strength and prestige; if he really wants to do it, all he needs is a suitable excuse.

It's time to retrieve the faces and pasts of these people from the Cliff Divine King.

Next, we must go to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World to pick up people and forcibly deduce with borrowed strength.

It's better to bypass Queue No.1; the strength obtained from his determination is already somewhat insufficient.

Besides, Yu Ziqing is genuinely worried about accidentally killing him.

He's already endured three times; you can't just keep exploiting the same person relentlessly.

It's better to share the benefits among everyone...

Thinking of so many things, Yu Ziqing feels a bit short on time. He originally planned to focus on his cultivation and strive for the next Realm.

It was hard enough to have a bottleneck added by the shackles, and now with the emergence of Dao Court, it seems the bottleneck is easier to break through.

Experiencing the difficulty others face in breaking through, which can last for hundreds of years, might indeed be a bit challenging for him.

As he walked out of the seclusion place, apart from the guards, there was hardly anyone left.

After asking around, he found out that Zhang and the other members of the Cabinet were recently so busy they hardly touched the ground.

Yu Ziqing quietly left the palace city, wandered outside for a few days, and discovered that many people were already discussing the sealing issue.

No one seems too surprised; in fact, for the strong, they've known about these things for a long time.

For such a long time, there were sporadic rumors, but now they've been confirmed.

For those who didn't know, hearing someone say, "You just found out about this? I heard someone secretly mention it decades ago," makes it easier to accept.

As long as the general direction is not wrong, it's fine.

After confirming nothing amiss within Dadui, Yu Ziqing quietly left and headed again to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

Yu Ziqing was very familiar with everything and once again confirmed the Memory Armor, then guided Queue No.3 out, knocking them unconscious with a large sac, and proceeded to deduce along Dao Court's main principles.

This time, the deduction was noticeably smoother, with the greatest consumption still being the main principles.

However, like last time with Queue No.1, the determined score remained just a passing grade, and the power acquired only reached the Ninth Tier Peak, without the slightest bit of surpassing.

Yu Ziqing didn't understand why, as the determined score couldn't seem to improve the further he went.

It's even less than the first two times.

Looking at the unconscious Queue No.1 and Queue No.3 in his body, Yu Ziqing wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He contacted Queue No.4, glanced at the current Memory Armor of Queue No.4, memorized it in his heart, planning to personally inspect it next time.

After Yu Ziqing left, deep within the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, the consciousness of the Fallen God continued to awaken bit by bit.

He sensitively noticed that Yu Ziqing might have detected something amiss and immediately began to adjust.

He continuously melded into the memories within other people's Memory Armor, making adjustments in a more refined manner.

Using individuals he had previous interactions with, who knew more about him, he used them as a starting point to integrate those segments of memories and connected them to the individuals involved.

Through the chances offered when these people stirred up waves and safeguarded each other, when they mutually anchored themselves, the grafted memories began to disperse and intersect with one another.

This made the memories, which didn't belong to themselves in their Memory Armor, increasingly scattered and more reasonable.

The more frequent this happened, coupled with people continuously going out, it became challenging to determine who the additional memories initially belonged to.

Within the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, the disturbances arose more frequently, following a specific pattern.

This urged those who were submerged to be more desperate to leave.

The Fallen God concealed in the deepest area, remained silent, stealthily dissipating the consciousness of his revival bit by bit.

He just needed to quietly wait, preferably a bit more cautiously.

...

Exiting the Abyss, Yu Ziqing exhaled a murky breath.

He headed north all the way to the small town at the border of Dazhen, Dali, and the Wilderness.

Quietly observing Gou Dan.

However, as soon as he arrived, he saw Gou Dan, slightly hunched, with a smile on his face, setting up stalls on the street.

He was selling ordinary cloth shoes.

He skillfully promoted his goods, smiling at potential customers and extolling his handcrafted shoes.

When there were no customers, he would engross himself in a book.

Yu Ziqing observed from afar, noticing that Gou Dan had not begun cultivation yet. Though he looked a bit healthier, he was still just a Mortal.

At most, he employed some health-preserving methods, with no power inside him at all.

Yu Ziqing wasn't in a hurry to reveal himself. He observed for three days. During academy breaks, Gou Dan would sell shoes, and at the academy, he had a part-time work-study job.

Though still quite silent, the teachers at the academy seemed to like this quiet yet diligent scholar.

When he returned home, Gou Dan didn't stop his mother from working, but he tried to help as much as possible.

Everything proceeded along its original path, only the family life gradually improved without their noticing.

His mother's complexion also slowly improved.

Yu Ziqing sighed inwardly. It was evident that Gou Dan cherished his current life so much he didn't dare change anything significantly.

If he truly wanted to soar to great heights, it indeed wouldn't be very difficult for him.