Master of Strange Dao

When Yu Ziqing met its gaze, he peered into the endless darkness on the other side, under the weak glow of the portal, witnessing the twisted unrecognizable forms and indescribable entities, feeling the presence of at least four terrifying beings at that moment.

Especially when he felt a particularly familiar scent, where the sensation of the Heavenly Demon and Devil appeared simultaneously.

Yu Ziqing understood, he knew where Cha Wang was.

He also understood that Cha Wang made such efforts and such a significant arrangement, pulling so much hatred, wasn't just for his own return.

In that instant, he understood everything.

Then, he immediately crushed several Jade Scrolls, whether the Mountain Lord knew or not, he immediately informed the Mountain Lord.

The portal fragments, or rather rank fragments, at this moment radiated brilliance, the exhibited power and sensation resembling the discrepancies and wrong gatherings of the world.

Manifested outwardly is the illness of all living beings, the world's illness, the tilting and distorting of correctness.

This is Cha Wang's rank, within that distortion and error, an undeservedly opened path, a path that shouldn't exist, was consequently opened.

Cha Wang in the darkness, like a rotten, blackened mass of decaying flesh, yet also like a mass of pure Demonic Qi, continually wriggled out from the passage.

At the moment he touched the rank.

He perceived it, within the assembly of all errors, something new emerged.

Error itself birthed another error.

Yet because this was originally an assembly of errors, the error of the error itself could be accommodated, could be fused, and the rank simply couldn't refuse, couldn't exclude.

Cha Wang's gaze met with those eyes burning with Blood Flame, seemingly seeing things more ominous than error itself, hearing the other's roar.

The thing that hardly resembled a human was the largest error he had ever encountered.

Endless dark Qi and ominousness had thoroughly eroded together with the rank, with the passage.

He felt it, beneath the crucial thing that constructed the ladder, beneath the hopes and visions of the human race, lay something even larger, so large it filled the entire passage and rank.

Despair, pain, fear, resentment, endless negative emotions, were burning, fusing.

And there was the fused incense fire, the purest hope and respect, mixed with even more terrifying power.

Yet the moment he touched those powers, they entirely merged with the power birthed from endless negative emotions, transforming into terrible ominousness.

The black flames, burning, relentlessly fused into his rank, unstoppable.

Because this was what he willingly accepted.

Now, either he completely accepts it, or he retreats, utterly abandoning it.

But if he abandons it, from then on, there will never be another opportunity.

No matter how they plan, they cannot find a second chance of stealing from the Mountain Lord.

As for directly confronting the Mountain Lord head-on, they lost their minds, they wouldn't choose this completely impossible method.

Cha Wang had no choice left.

No matter what outcome would arise from reclaiming his rank, he had no choice.

He could only continue on the predetermined path.

The moment Cha Wang began to fuse his rank.

Black flames began to burn on Yu Ziqing's body, turning him unrecognizable.

Blood Flame burned in his eyes, his open mouth filled with sharp teeth.

He raised three sticks of incense, holding them above his head, bowing deeply.

"On behalf of all Hungry Ghosts, I wish you wealth and prosperity, peace and joy for your family."

With a bow, it felt as if countless hungry ghosts emerged densely behind Yu Ziqing.

All those dispersed across the world, all hungry ghosts, holding incense sticks with respect and sincerity, worshipping reverently.

Rustling whispers transformed into the strongest stream of incense fire, traversing space, penetrating down.

Immense ominous aura, wrapped in the most beautiful blessings, crashed down mightily.

Yu Ziqing raised his head, the hungry ghost form on his face dissipated, and the black flames vanished.

In the next moment, behind him, the phantom of Dadui emerged, thickly concentrated power of the Divine Dynasty surfaced.

Yu Ziqing again held three incense sticks, bowing once more.

"On behalf of Dadui's past and present, countless subjects, countless martyrs.

May you and your family prosper effortlessly without illness and disaster."

With the third bow, anger flashed in Yu Ziqing's eyes, as if endless despair and fear were surging.

"On behalf of all cultivators in the world, on behalf of all I can represent.

May you graciously accept all."

With the final bow, Yu Ziqing's eyes began to lose self-awareness, turning cold as if truth incarnate, enunciating truth.

Each word pronounced with force, becoming reality upon landing.

This time, the power he always felt but could never touch, never control, the human strength like a raging fire, finally ignited completely.

Suddenly, a sound, a wailing wind, like a played symphony, fierce suona sounds, erupted explosively.

All the despair accumulated by the people over the years, all the accumulated fear, all the accumulated pain, all of it transformed into visible power.

Turning into a visible gray-black torrent, rushing out from the void, merging with the immense ominous incense fire.

One half of Yu Ziqing's face a hungry ghost form, the other half a human form.

Standing in between, stepping on two torrents, the divine power of Dadui Divine Dynasty, under the simplest will at this moment, triggered the Dynasty Skill of Dadui.