Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.

The Yang-destroying Devil's answer was overly straightforward, yet what was casually said was of tremendous consequence.

"Your human race once had a strong individual, successfully Seizing Dao. I don't know if they left behind any methods of inheritance.

But I think, since there was success once, trying again would be somewhat easier.

Now, having fallen to such a state, I've come to see very clearly, and my resolve is firmer than ever before.

This is what you call breaking before building anew.

If you can take it away, then take it away.

Once you take it all away, I might become freer, perhaps making it easier to pursue the truth."

The Yang-destroying Devil's tone was calm and determined, with a sense of profound enlightenment.

To be honest, looking at the Yang-destroying Devil like this, Yu Ziqing felt a little afraid.

He wasn't particularly concerned with the Yang-Keeping Devil because the Yang-Keeping Devil dared to act but lacked resolve, always hesitant and cautious, only concerned with immediate matters, and thus achieved nothing over the years.

Yet the Yang-destroying Devil was ruthless to the end, yet still able to be so calm, Innate attributes were indeed enhanced.

When someone is indifferent to whatever cost might be paid, even at the expense of the most important thing in hand, just to do one thing, it's truly terrifying.

When a Deity that once stood in the forefront opts willingly to bear the name of "Devil," even relinquishing rank.

Yu Ziqing genuinely thought he was now a bit intimidated by this nearly powerless Yang-destroying Devil.

Even if he really found a way to help the Yang-destroying Devil embrace death, Yu Ziqing felt hesitant about rashly trying it.

"Earlier, I retrieved several former Deities from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

I helped them find a new True Form and a new path to advancement.

Their initial state was much like yours now; do you want to try?

At least this way, you won't slowly dissipate."

Yu Ziqing asked tentatively.

With the prior examples of fools from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, Yu Ziqing, uncertain of how much the Yang-destroying Devil had lost, estimated that even if he peeked into their memories, it might not be assured to send them away in one go.

Bestowing a new True Form might also complement some information.

At least initially controlling the Yang-destroying Devil.

"Can you let me embrace death?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure; I'm just trying — such things aren't easily done."

A halo flowed above the rank token, and Yu Ziqing could sense the Yang-destroying Devil watching him.

The Yang-destroying Devil's tone remained as profoundly enlightened as ever, with an acute awareness born from realization.

"I know you want to completely kill me off.

You also want to completely kill off the Yang-Keeping Devil.

You wish to resolve the issues of the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land.

You're worried I might do something upon touching the power of death.

You're mistaken.

I have already embraced the Devil Path, even indifferent to what this name is.

I don't care about the Deities, the Devil, or the Yang-Keeping Devil.

I am indifferent to past stances and grievances.

I am left with one final obsession, which is to touch the truth of death.

Anyone who can help me, I will do anything."

Having said all this, Yu Ziqing indeed had nothing more to say.

"Fine, I'll do my utmost to help you die, but I need to know everything you know.

First, let me ask you, was there significant loss in your past?"

"Not very significant; I'm unlike those guys in the Fallen Abyss."

"Alright, I want to first peer into all your memories."

"Alright." The Yang-destroying Devil readily agreed.

Upon agreeing, luminescence flowed on the rank token, as Yu Ziqing reached out a hand, the moment he touched the light, consciousness seemed to fall.

He seemed utterly standing in the first person perspective, observing everything around.

Even sensations and thoughts could be felt.

At the very beginning, when the Yang Devil was being conceived, everything sensed was eternally unchanged.

No sunrise and sunset, no rotation of the seasons.

Merely as time passed, after an indeterminate amount of time, changes began.

The sun rose, the moon fell, the first sensation was the day-night temperature difference.

And as the Yang Devil neared birth, the daily unchanging world finally started to change.

At the moment when the Yang Devil truly formed its True Form and opened its eyes, the yang qi between heaven and earth was absorbed, and yin qi began to rise.

This ebb and flow finally commenced.

Yang qi declined, the sky grew colder, and the perpetually unchanging world over countless years began to chill evermore.

Cold persisted for an indeterminate duration, the absorption of yang qi by the Yang Devil began to slow, and upon one day, even with the Yang Devil still absorbing yang qi, the world saw yin dwindling and yang prevailing.

Balancing once restored, henceforth, after a long period of chaos, a new cycle began.

Named the four seasons.

The Yang Devil stepped out from the birth land, time became meaningless to him.

He sat for a long while; as the four seasons cycled and day and night alternated, living beings began to be born in large numbers, all sorts of peculiar nascent living beings began appearing in the oceans and then also on land.

Subsequently, a part was missing, leaping to a scene of war.

In the Void, enormous giants, unparalleled in size, stepped through the Void, the Yang Devil and a strange variety of Deities confronted the giants.

At first sight of those giants, Yu Ziqing instinctively recognized them as Ancient Gods.

Once again, the scene skipped, revealing several giants.

One giant, so large its entirety was indistinct, grasped a humanoid Deity of at least several thousand feet, as effortlessly as holding a chick.