Master of Strange Dao

Everything about these guys will become a reference.

Li Xingchen glanced at the list, and quite a few were King Xiang's descendants.

Moreover, some of them have already been training at Jinlan Mountain.

Li Xingchen remained silent, secretly speculating in his heart that the Crown Prince would eventually emerge from King Xiang's lineage. His Majesty has made up his mind, and it seems there will be quite a commotion in the future.

"After you return, gather some records, information newly unearthed over the years, all accounts related to the ancient, and those before the ancient era, compile them, and then send them to Jinlan Mountain."

Emperor Zhen instructed Li Xingchen and then turned around to leave.

He indeed had some thoughts: if King Xiang couldn't be established as the Crown Prince, then find someone among King Xiang's direct descendants.

Let's wait and see; after all, if someone truly suitable in all aspects emerges, that would naturally be the best.

Back in the palace city, Emperor Zhen, alone, opened a secret door inside, entering underground.

Below, in a vast underground palace, countless streams of light leaped through the air.

There were also stone doors standing on the ground, on the stone walls, and in mid-air.

Emperor Zhen recited solemnly.

"Dynasty Skill."

The next moment, one of the countless fireflies flew out, landing in front of one of the stone doors.

Emperor Zhen extended his hand, and that firefly transformed into a key.

Opening the stone door, Emperor Zhen stepped inside and disappeared.

...

Yu Ziqing sat on the Flying Boat, not rushing to return, as he gazed westward beyond the Hengduan Mountains.

In his sight was the same deep blue sky, only now it no longer had the tendency to spread outward, instead, it rotated slowly like an enormous vortex.

The deep blue sky, spanning at least tens of thousands of miles, captivated Yu Ziqing for a long while before he turned and left.

Other matters can be left to others, but the Super Large Spirit Transformation Array, concerning not just Dazhen, but also intended for Dadui in the future.

Yu Ziqing must personally pay attention to this matter, possibly even personally involve himself.

He planned to make this creation the new emblem for Dadui or Jinlan Mountain.

Sitting on the Flying Boat, Yu Ziqing took out a small writing board and wrote upon it.

"How's the tracking of those Evil Dao going? Anything found?"

Soon, within a few breaths, the traces on the board became words.

"Tracked down a few small fry; the real leader has escaped.

The Riddler in other Divine Dynasties, it's difficult to be overly conspicuous.

Oh, Old Song said some entered Dali, some fled to the Abyss, and others to Daqian.

He said, surely there's some local big shots assisting them.

Otherwise, there's no way Old Song and I, along with the tracking Riddler, couldn't find the traces of those Evil Dao fleeing to Daqian.

Old Song asks if he should use some of his connections?"

"No need, there are no Evil Dao cultivators within Dadui now, right?"

"Yes, within Dadui, from top to bottom, and with three Earth Deities concealing themselves, as long as they exert force, they won't have anywhere to hide."

"Alright, I understand, let Old Song continue to handle it."

Old Song finally extricated himself from Daqian, Yu Ziqing wouldn't want him to expose himself rashly.

...

In the northwest of Daqian, on the border with Kuihou Country, a group of Evil Dao cultivators crossed the boundary into West Qian.

None of them performed a Flying Escape in the sky but instead used stone statue horses to pull caravans, moving through the air about three feet above the ground.

Huddled inside the carriage, not even their breath escaped.

The space inside the carriage was not small, and a group of Evil Dao sat there with somber faces, no one spoke.

They could hardly believe it, being hunted down by a powerful figure within Kuihou Country, fleeing from Kuihou Country.

One of their leaders initially said they were going to see the Emperor Kuihou.

Who could have imagined that the Emperor Kuihou would kill them? Only then did they realize how powerful the Emperor Kuihou had become.

In passing words, it was said that one of the leaders had a grudge with Emperor Kuihou's close associate, whose blood relative was previously abducted and died at the hands of the leader.

Yet they knew that the leader who went to see Emperor Kuihou had never been involved in human trafficking.

However, with Evil Dao cultivators, anything was possible, and no one knew the true reason now.

The Emperor Kuihou rarely turned against something outside his core interests, so they just presumed that someone had violated a major taboo this time.

After the group entered West Qian, they split up into the wilderness.

"We can't go to Kuihou Country recently; Emperor Kuihou's strength is unfathomable, too bizarre.

Dadui is too troublesome as well; let's start from West Qian instead.

Everything proceeds as planned.

Remember, as we act under Heaven, one day, Evil Dao will become Righteous Dao!"

Each Evil Dao cultivator had eyes filled with fervor, their resolve unwavering, and they each chose a direction to depart.

Days later.

Near Dadui's border, a Evil Dao cultivator, driving a stone statue carriage, sped across the land.

There were already few people here; the mortal inhabitants near the border had all moved to Dadui.

As the carriage sped past, seemingly nothing changed.

But come night, a small green snake slithered out of a hole, raised its head to the Bright Moon, absorbing the Moonlight.

The next moment, the power within the small green snake became slightly chaotic, its strength spiraling out of control in an instant, dying violently.

On the third day.

In the northern part of West Qian, a small cultivator wrapped up his daily tasks and calmly cultivated for only half an hour before his complexion changed.

His face alternated between green and white, and the power within seemed to spiral out of control, becoming violent.

Within one incense stick of time, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his whole body weakened instantly, collapsing to the ground, face pale as gold paper, with both fear and confusion in his eyes.

On the seventh day, in a small city in West Qian.

A group of children with innate Qi Refinement talent, gathered from around, was assembled in a small courtyard.

Here, the local City Lord gave the people below a chance; the gifted children, their early cultivation resources and guidance, would all be provided for.

Today was the day these children began their cultivation formally in the courtyard.

With a teacher personally instructing, soon, some bright children absorbed their first trace of Spiritual Energy.

As the first trace of Spiritual Energy was refined into their first trace of power, a sudden chaotic fluctuation appeared on these children, their Qi dissipating immediately.

The teacher initially thought nothing of it; indeed beginners could have such issues.

However, when by the end of the day, the second day, and even the third day, every child who successfully absorbed their first trace of Spiritual Energy had the same result.

Even the dullest person realized that a significant problem had occurred.