Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing stepped onto the sacrificial altar, his voice like a great bell, echoing in all directions.

At the same time, throughout the entire Dadui, all the Jade Tablets resonated with Yu Ziqing's voice.

"Zhang prepared the sacrificial text for me, but I didn't take it.

I thought the sacrificial text was too out of touch, maybe not everyone could understand it.

The whole of Dadui is sealed, and within this sealing, it will cycle for hundreds of years.

In fact, among those who can hear me, there are some who should have been dead already.

There are also others who shouldn't have been born.

I've always been thinking about how to bring everyone now, maintaining the status quo so Dadui can return to reality.

Later, I realized that people who shouldn't have appeared are here, and those who should have died didn't.

This is already a change of predetermined destiny.

I'm quite greedy; I want all of you to be complete, not one less.

I don't want to see, after the return, a family's backbone suddenly disappear or someone's children suddenly be gone.

So, I think, since the predetermined destiny has changed, why should I hesitate any longer?

Ladies and gentlemen, I, the current Emperor Dui, will lead you back today.

Together, nothing is impossible."

Beneath the altar, Che Lun, Matchstick, Flower God, stone platform, Ship God, and Lamp God stood tall.

Yu Ziqing held four sticks of incense, placing them into the incense burner, but no one was designated in the ceremony.

A thin wisp of smoke rose, and the Jade Seal of Dadui flew out, radiating thousands of rays of light.

The fate of Dadui seemed to be burning, and the power of the Dadui Divine Dynasty began to rise exponentially.

The wispy smoke merged with the immense power of the Divine Dynasty, as a heavy ominous aura appeared, yet it also merged with it, with Yu Ziqing as the medium, without the slightest rejection.

The entire seal began to roll inward towards the center.

Yu Ziqing's eyes shone with a sharp light, the Yang God began to merge with his physical body, and his face started to show the hungry ghost form.

Throughout Dadui, countless subjects, with the purest will to survive, the purest vision and belief, united in their resolve, fueled the fate of Dadui frantically.

This was a scene that had never been seen since the inception of Dadui.

Because no one knew if the person dying would be themselves.

When mortals could see the world rolling back from the edge towards the center, the will to survive couldn't be purer or stronger.

The fate of Dadui expanded so rapidly that it ignited, the flames enveloping Yu Ziqing, transforming a Divine Dragon on his dragon robe.

Immediately, the rising smoke intensified with ominous aura, and the Divine Dragon turned black.

Yu Ziqing's face was fierce, his eyes burning with blood flame, and with a loud shout, the immense ominous power, bearing the aspirations of billions, rushed straight into the sky.

The seal of Dadui was inherently imperfect and could even transmit information inside and out.

This seal was also formed by the fate of Dadui and the power of the Divine Dynasty.

No matter how sinister, Yu Ziqing refused to believe there was anything more sinister than his current state.

When the seal rolled back, Yu Ziqing saw that indeed some people seemed to be ejected, as if in the moment of dissolution, they were forced to realign and return.

A dreadful ominous aura intensified, and with the empowerment of his Dao Court cultivation, it manifested and turned into a Divine Bridge.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic Divine Bridge transformed into a White Bone Divine Bridge covered with thorns.

Yu Ziqing held the Jade Seal of Dadui with one hand, the whole of Dadui rolled back, getting smaller and smaller, and his surroundings began to turn into nothingness.

"Che Lun."

With a low shout, Che Lun flew over, transformed into eight wheels, supporting the altar that had shrunk to the extreme.

Below Che Lun, a rustling sound of water appeared, as if a waterwheel was turning.

A virtual great river appeared.

A gigantic paper boat surfaced on the river, with a lotus lamp hanging at the bow.

The Matchstick people, like ropes, pulled the paper boat, guiding it under the altar.

The stone platform beneath the altar radiated light, suppressing the paper boat, repelling a great deal of chaos.

Those who were rejected and rolled-back from this world all turned into fireflies, falling onto the paper boat.

The blood flame burning in Yu Ziqing's eyes had turned into a black-red color, and his whole person no longer seemed human.

The Flower God scattered a profusion of blossoms, spreading them on the thorn-covered White Bone Divine Bridge.

"We're departing, Dadui has returned."

In the void, Yu Ziqing drove the altar carriage, pulling the gigantic paper boat, progressing within the void.

Yu Ziqing had been prepared for a very long time.

Having Che Lun and the others take root in Dadui, achieving success together, it wasn't just talk about everyone winning together.

The people of Dadui gave Che Lun and the others strength and a path to ascent, and with this connection, they were bound to take some people along.

Whether it's the Ship God or the Lamp God, it didn't matter why they became this way.

But Yu Ziqing believed that since those who were supposed to die, supposed to disappear, were counted as the dead.

Then using deities as the vessel, performing their duties, carrying the "dead," is also logical.

As he traversed the void, chaos began to appear ahead, yet Yu Ziqing was unshaken.

He felt the determination and will to survive of billions of people, the immense collective resolve.

He had painstakingly tried to comprehend it before, but only felt a little; now, it was stronger than any insight gained through forced deduction.

So much so that he had not the slightest doubt, the insights into this power seemed practically fed to him.

Even without seeing the thorn-filled road ahead, the light at the end, he was unshaken.

Yu Ziqing gritted his teeth; having become the greatest ominous force, he resolved to charge straight to the end on this path.

He wanted to see how the so-called sealing power could possibly stop him now.

The thorn-covered White Bone Divine Bridge guided him, illuminating the path on the bridge.

As he raced forward, a bright light suddenly emerged.

The entire real world seemed to tremble slightly.

To the south of the Wilderness, a point of light in the sky intensified, the brightness even overshadowing the glory of the Great Sun, shining bright but not blinding.

Enveloping the entire Divine Dynasty, the ominous power of all within seemed to forcibly tear through some barrier.

At that moment, the virtual image of Dadui appeared to the south of the Wilderness.

Thunder roared, the power of the Three Calamities soared, with black clouds rapidly gathering.

On the distant Extremely Cold Forbidden Land, Old Emperor Qian suddenly turned his head to the south, his face dark as if someone had just force-fed him fresh fly dung.

The power brewing here, far surpassing the last tribulation-crossing, also became chaotic.

As the saying goes... No, the old sayings may not be correct now.

There are very few factors that could directly affect his tribulation-crossing, but it's not absolutely none.

For instance, the Dadui Divine Dynasty has coincidentally returned.