Master of Strange Dao

If His Majesty is interested, I can try to negotiate on behalf of His Majesty.

Dazhen only needs to provide some of the materials, and the rest will be supplemented by Dadui and my master.

Later, His Majesty can repay slowly in annual trades.

There's no need to immediately fork out a large sum of money and resources.

I conduct business with utmost integrity, and so does Dadui with sincerity.

His Majesty may consider it."

Emperor Zhen was tempted; it was impossible not to be.

If it were just Dadui, he might have hesitated.

But as the Spirit Transformation Array clearly needed Jinlan Mountain to take the lead, he dared to trust a bit more.

Dazhen indeed had too many problems that needed remedying.

Not having to come up with a large sum immediately was also a huge enticement.

Half a month later.

The Deceitful Ghost, carrying a large amount of resources, left Dazhen, accompanied by an envoy led by King Xiang.

Dazhen first sent envoys to Dadui.

On the Flying Boat, the Deceitful Ghost smiled broadly.

Previously, when Yu Ziqing spoke with him, he casually mentioned that Dadui wanted to build a Super Large Spirit Transformation Array.

Because Dadui's territory had been vacant for too long, such an array was necessary to consolidate its foundation and nurture vitality.

But a Super Large Spirit Transformation Array had never been constructed before; it was the first time.

The best option was to build a trial one first and then adjust based on the finished product.

Unfortunately, the cost of a Super Large Spirit Transformation Array was too high to gamble recklessly.

The sources of materials needed were scattered all over the world, and procuring a vast amount of materials itself was very difficult, requiring the Deans to mediate between Dali and Daqian.

Of course, the Deceitful Ghost remembered this matter.

This time he personally came to Dazhen and, after completing the prior large-scale transaction and seeing Emperor Zhen's confidence, couldn't help but start marketing it.

It's beneficial for both parties; Dazhen can pay in installments, using resources, without exerting any immediate pressure.

Moreover, with a Super Large Spirit Transformation Array, Dazhen's current situation, environment, etc., would definitely improve significantly.

They could become the first Divine Dynasty with a Super Large Spirit Transformation Array.

On this side, the young master doesn't have to pay out of his pocket to try it first.

See, isn't this a win-win?

The Deceitful Ghost grinned broadly, King Xiang couldn't help but turn away, unable to bear the sight.

This kind of merchant is a true merchant, treading the line between making hearts itch and forcing painful rejection, ultimately making hearts itch beyond resistance.

Those merely greedy for money aren't worthy of tying the shoelaces of the one before us.

This time coming to Dazhen, the resources exchanged would definitely make Daqian's Minister of Revenue envious.

Yet, the low-profit margin would make everyone feel this guy is doing good deeds.

This guy always stays within people's tolerance range, never crossing the line.

In Dazhen's calculations, it's impossible to find anyone or any channel that offers a better cost-performance ratio than the Deceitful Ghost for this business.

While in the present world, as everything was seemingly turning for the better and war had not erupted.

In the Void, a skeleton drifted silently, its destination unknown.

On the skeleton, mysterious and ancient patterns appeared, mingled with some Daoist Patterns, harmonizing with each other to create an extraordinary beauty.

On one of the skeleton's phalanges, a faint light flickered, expanding and contracting.

As time went by, flesh and blood began to grow on the skeleton's surface.

At an unknown point, Old Emperor Qian's physical body was fully restored, floating naked in the boundless void, he slowly opened his eyes.

With a mere thought, he was clothed in a long cyan robe, sitting cross-legged in the void, his form no longer floating.

He raised his hand, glancing faintly at the little finger bone of his left hand.

"No need to struggle, it's useless, you should know better."

"Who exactly are you? Who exactly are you?" The Yang-Keeping Devil was hysterical, screaming madly.

The Yang-destroying Devil was right; he would regret it.

He regretted it now.

He had been deceived by this person before him.

Looking at his left hand, Emperor Qian saw strange red patterns spreading from the little finger of his left hand to his entire hand, containing the Yang-Keeping Devil's power.

And now, this power was under Old Emperor Qian's control.

"Did you former deities think you would have a chance to start over?

If I hadn't learned too much about the past, knowing your current fate was crafted step by step by our ancestors.

Otherwise, I would indeed wonder why a being as foolish as an insect, yet so arrogant and stubborn, stood in the clouds for so long.

You probably don't even know what consequences you faced after your True Form was destroyed and later when you fell prey to the Treasure Technique.

Listening to Old Emperor Qian's unhurried words, the Yang-Keeping Devil instantly calmed down.

Old Emperor Qian looked around calmly, surrounded by nothing but void.

"Do you know what this place is?

Here, now nothing remains.

But once, it was the Land of a Fallen Ancient God.

Everything I say here, I'm not afraid you'll know, nor can you convey it to anyone.

Even the Divine King in the void won't discover you here.

Once, someone could seize your Dao; now, I can borrow yours as well.

The Heavenly Glory Treasure Skill was merely a step in this game, spanning countless years.

Unfortunately, human power is limited; things never proceed as ideally as planned.

My plan met a hiccup, but it wasn't without gain.

I waited many years for this opportunity, for you to willingly offer yourself.

Once started, how it ends is no longer up to you."

"You want to seize my Dao? You think you can seize my Dao? Who are you? How do you know this is the Land of a Fallen Ancient God?" The Yang-Keeping Devil couldn't hold back.

"You're wrong, I'm not seizing your Dao, I only need you to perfect mine.

I'm simply too lonely, too much to say before that I dared not speak.

Always there was a great stone pressing above.

Had I spoken, that one might know.

Now it is only by you, with a brain dulled by the Cautionary Treasure Skill, that I can allow you a clear death at the Land of a Fallen Ancient God.

Do you understand now?

Six Yang Divine King."

At the mention of the last four words, something seemed to explode in the Yang-Keeping Devil's consciousness.

Countless forgotten things seemed to appear from nowhere, cramming into his awareness.

Watching the power surging in the little finger of his left hand, Old Emperor Qian showed a slight satisfied smile.