Master of Strange Dao

"I will contact the people from Dadui; I think Dadui will be willing to help with this.""

Emperor Zhen finished speaking, and the other two remained silent.

Because after Dadui's return, their style completely differed from the others.

Body Cultivation has actually become the majority in Dadui, more popular than Qi Refinement. Qi Refining cultivators are even looked down upon, it's ridiculous.

Dadui hasn't taken advantage of these years; they've already shown utmost benevolence.

Now saying it's a favor, it truly is a favor.

Days later, the two halves of the portal were sent to Almsgiving Town, appearing before Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing looked at the two halves of the portal, still unable to discern the shape of a door. One half was a column twisted and bizarre in form, while the other was burnt-black fried corn cake. If it weren't for their natural connection, it would be difficult to see these two things as a single entity.

Between the two items, an evil qi seemed to weave a bond, linking them together.

Yu Ziqing took the two items to the edge of the Abyss Rift Valley, arranged the sacrificial altar, and placed them upon it.

He brushed the chaotic half of the portal with his hand, detecting a certain force—a force he had always sensed but could never utilize.

It brimmed with negative emotions: despair, fear, helplessness, resentment...

Yu Ziqing stood silently, observing. After a moment, he raised his head and asked.

"Are you sure? Because it's not necessarily worse."

"I am just here to help; this choice is not mine, so let's make that clear first.""

Upon hearing the response, Yu Ziqing nodded slightly.

"Just don't regret it.""

Yu Ziqing had a stern face, holding three sticks of incense horizontally before his chest.

Meanwhile, within the Abyss Rift Valley, countless hungry ghosts had a grave expression, each holding three sticks of incense.

"Present the incense.""

Yu Ziqing commanded solemnly, and all the hungry ghosts bowed in unison to offer the incense.

An overwhelmingly intense incense fire qi converged, transforming into a long river of incense fire, whistling forth.

Yu Ziqing stared at the half of the portal of Great Mistake, his eyes gradually deepening. After a long while, he shouted solemnly.

"Gather Great Mistake, open the portal.""

The wind abruptly stopped; each word fell like a hammer. After a moment's pause, a violent wind surged forth, with terrifying force gathering from all directions.

This so-called Great Mistake appeared for the first time in a way perceivable by people.

This was a twisted force, a world's error.

Upon swiftly gathering onto the portal, Yu Ziqing witnessed the portal manifesting a gray radiance in his eyes.

And only with Yu Ziqing's Yang God could this radiance be seen.

Much like the deep blue sky he saw in the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land.

The feeling was identical.

Yu Ziqing maintained a calm demeanor with a trace of realization in his eyes.

It was indeed as such.

An entity that cannot be destroyed, annihilated, or even felt in its strength; even upon breaking and regathering, it remains unfathomable how it aggregates.

The force it absorbs is imperceptible to any cultivator.

Then there are only two possibilities.

Either it's part of the essence of an Immortal Herb, akin to the old stump in Yu Ziqing's hand.

Or, it could only be another matter.

The shattered rank of a deity.

Now, relying on the global cultivator's total, at least eighty percent comprised of low-tier Qi Refining cultivators, relying on mortals who have the potential to become cultivators, the nurtured Great Mistake completely transformed into gathered strength.

Restoring its fractured rank.

The shattered rank of Divine King Cha Wang.

Everything made perfect sense.

Yu Ziqing's face remained stern, gradually beginning to reveal the hungry ghost form.

Relying on the Book of Extermination written through all people, already drawn into the chaotic side of the portal, tens of thousands of hungry ghosts, led by Yu Ziqing, with incense fire provoked, provided it with power, allowing its restoration.

No matter what Cha Wang intends now, it all depends on whether he dares to accept it.

On the Divine Dynasty's side, the human race side, there is no choice because one cannot bear the consequences of the Qi Refinement Dao fragments.

Even if Qi Refining cultivators vanish, it superficially seems beneficial for Dadui and Jinlan Mountain.

But this bit of petty advantage results in requiring Jinlan Mountain and Dadui to withstand all subsequent foes and pressures.

The existing Qi Refining cultivators, within a mere few hundred years of conflict, would be entirely exhausted.

Since there's no alternative, let Divine King Cha Wang have no choice either.

Either he yields and abandons directly, or he comes to face the challenge.

Yu Ziqing transformed into the hungry ghost form, and as his voice fell, the Great Mistake, incense fire, and the Book of Extermination—all the power—continued to converge upon the portal, continually merging within.

And before anyone accepts, that terrifying incense fire power would not even exhibit its frightful side.

...

Deep within the Earth's endless darkness.

The chaotic forces swaying and undulating as formless Devil Kings come together.

At the center of the indescribable twisted chaos, laughter echoed.

"It's begun, it's begun; for you fools, I have sunk here. We've schemed together for so many years; it's finally the season of harvest.""

The form of the Great Devil began to coalesce, while the voice came solely from demonic qi converging into a small devil.

"I lost my true form, lost my true name, lost my rank, lost my strength, allowing me to exist under his nose for so long.

My rank is finally gathered; the summoning has begun.

Are you ready?""

"Ready, everything is at your command," King Jiunian hurriedly replied.

Others dared not speak, being called fools left and right, they did not dare to retort.