Master of Strange Dao

I thought according to the Undying Gods, it was just that my strength wasn't strong enough.

As long as my strength was strong enough, I could crush everything.

Quite a few Wise Men had once told me.

That my path was wrong, that simply pursuing power was far from enough.

On the path to truth, direction is the more important thing.

But when I was young, I was too arrogant, too convinced in the path I walked, too determined.

To the extent that I missed the best opportunity for change.

Later, as my strength grew stronger, my human body could no longer withstand such power.

The others said, if I couldn't cross this barrier, I would be crushed to death by my own strength.

I constantly released my power, until later, this world appeared.

The eight directions divided into eight elements, I bore the 'Gen'.

And the Cautionary Treasure Skill corresponding to Gen, was mainly to limit my own power.

The word "Caution", was the word that the Primordial Lord gave me when I was young.

The word "Stop", was the word that Wen Jun gave me.

I then named the Dagen Dynasty Skill, Cautionary Treasure Skill.

Constantly reminding myself, that power is not everything, nor can it solve everything.

Suppressing those who have fallen, the endless darkness and solitude, was also something I voluntarily requested.

Because, the others, were all gone.

I have never lived because my strength was strong, but because the others left the hope of life to me.

I was just lucky, back then I was considered the youngest of my generation, they were just letting me be.

The Mountain Lord held his wine glass, with an undertone of something indescribable in his calm tone.

Yu Ziqing could vaguely imagine, the young Mountain Lord was probably high-spirited and extremely determined.

Perhaps the kind of character that was somewhat arrogant.

Because indeed, his strength was strong.

But the current Mountain Lord, there was no trace of arrogance to be seen anymore.

Yu Ziqing poured some wine, stood up, raised his glass to toast, and then spilled the wine.

"To all the others."

"To all the others."

"Big Brother, do you think your path was wrong?"

"I only know, my strength cannot kill those who have fallen."

"May I ask, Big Brother, what Realm you are in?"

"Forgotten, I don't know myself anymore."

Yu Ziqing thought of the juice at home, his mind flooded with thoughts, a swarm of stories wanting to be poured out.

A strength so strong that it could form an Abyss, transforming into a lid to cover the darkness.

Even so strong that the human body could not bear it.

In the end, a Dynasty Skill was needed mainly to limit oneself.

He didn't believe that mere strength, to such an absurd extent, was just that.

No, it definitely shouldn't be.

Anything, when reaching the extreme, and surpassing that extreme, should have a power it shouldn't originally possess.

Even a simple fist, as long as it's strong enough, should be able to smash anything.

Yu Ziqing held it in for a while, then couldn't help it anymore, and asked.

"Big Brother, have you heard of Proving Dao with Power?"

"No."

The Mountain Lord pondered these four words, Yu Ziqing did not explain, but he could also understand the meaning of these four words.

But the more he understood, he suddenly felt that these four words seemed to have a kind of magic, a large amount of information seemingly forced out from these four words.

His eyes shone, the aura of his body surged uncontrollably, muttering to himself.

"Proving Dao with Power...

Proving Dao with Power...

Proving Dao with Power..."

He stood up, countless runes flowing in his eyes.

Behind him, it seemed endless mountains emerged, one of which crumbled, many runes and images appeared there.

Some sealed memories began to awaken.

In those images, a woman with her hair tied up, in a long robe, with a peaceful face and a graceful and dignified appearance, wrote at a desk, holding a pen in one hand.

Next to her was a young Mountain Lord with a head full of black hair, looking like a teenager.

The woman, while writing something, spoke slowly with a gentle and firm tone.

"Ahu, there is never just one truth.

The path to pursue truth, is never just one.

What we say, even if it's right, only applies to ourselves.

There are no two identical leaves, nor two identical paths.

You are the most determined person I have seen, and also the most talented person I have seen.

But, how to walk your path, no one can replace you."

The young Mountain Lord with a head full of black hair seemed puzzled, he couldn't help but ask.

"But, the Primordial Lord said, the path I chose would go astray."

The woman with a face full of peace and a noble aura, reached out a hand, patted the young Mountain Lord's shoulder, smiling, and said unhurriedly.

"The path you walk, no one can walk further than you.

No one can see further places.

If he truly could see that far, see the end.

We would not need to consider the Gods already standing at the end of truth."

"Ah, what do you mean?"

"I mean, the Primordial Lord is talking nonsense."

The young Mountain Lord's heart seemed to suffer a huge shock.

Yu Ziqing also felt his heart undergoing a tremendous shock.

Such was filled with peace, each word and sentence, tone like spring sunshine, both warm and irrefutable, like a synonym for nobility, gentleness, and virtue, such a woman...

Actually said profanity.

Yet, Yu Ziqing felt that she made so much sense.

Yu Ziqing somewhat understood why the Mountain Lord had sealed this memory.

The Mountain Lord stood up, laughed heartily.

"Hahahahaha..."