Master of Strange Dao

On the Black Ship, the High Priest of the Black Ship sensed the anomaly outside. His expression turned grave, and he immediately tidied his robes, stepping out of the cabin.

Upon sensing the old man's aura, deep and immeasurable like an ocean abyss, and recognizing that face noted in the Black Ship's records, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He promptly stepped forward to greet him voluntarily.

"High Priest of the Black Ship Saint, pays respects to Senior Ji."

"Is Er Niu dead?"

"The previous High Priest sacrificed himself for us, seeking a method to dissolve the curse."

"Since you recognize me, you must know what I want to ask, right? Do you have any information about White Sun?"

"The White Sun Evil Cult has already been destroyed, and the White Sun Holy Mother is dead."

Upon hearing this, the old man laughed heartily.

"So he truly is dead. Over a hundred years ago, the classics he left behind had the evil parts directly erased by an invisible force.

That's when I realized, this evil creature must really be dead.

Tell me, how did he die?"

The High Priest of the Black Ship thought of what he heard during a conversation in the Southern Sea, deliberated his choice of words, and spoke.

"It's said he intended to possess an heir of a powerful being, which angered that existence.

That being delved into the past and uncovered his origins, which were tied to the White Sun Holy Scripture.

Out of respect for the sage who wrote the White Sun Holy Scripture, he only erased the evil parts.

He destroyed the foundational existence of the White Sun Holy Mother, eradicating it entirely."

"Possession, huh..." The old man's expression turned somewhat vacant, as if he thought of something, appearing to laugh and cry simultaneously.

"What is that person called?"

The High Priest of the Black Ship, his expression stern, bowed towards the east.

"That person is respectfully called the Hungry Ghost King."

As he spoke, the High Priest of the Black Ship continued.

"The Black Ship Saint had the good fortune to meet an heir of that being, willing to lend his rank to help us suppress the evil.

Now, the Black Ship Saint will no longer turn into evil beings.

This time we have ventured here boldly, acting under the command of this lord.

We have no intention of recruiting saints, we're merely here to find someone."

The High Priest of the Black Ship showed his determination, clearly not wanting to provoke the old man.

The White Sun Holy Mother was so renowned on the Four Divine Dynasties continent, it was almost impossible for the Black Ship Saint not to be aware.

In the past, the previous High Priest of the Black Ship had contact with this old man, knowing he was not someone easy to deal with and held grudges.

The Black Ship had avoided being obliterated not due to sheer luck, but because the old man wanted the Black Ship Saint to track down information on the White Sun Holy Mother.

It's said that in those days, the White Sun Holy Mother brazenly possessed a member of this old man's family.

What happened afterwards is not detailed in the records of the Black Ship; it's only mentioned that the White Sun Holy Mother appeared on the Four Divine Dynasties continent.

The High Priest of the Black Ship felt somewhat tense; this family holds grudges very tenaciously.

How many years has it been? It's crossed ages, yet they still remember.

He certainly doesn't wish for any conflict with these people; otherwise, the success of his mission would be in jeopardy.

If this person doesn't relent, they might not even have a chance to land.

The old man seemingly lost in his thoughts, his expression vacant, remained silent for a long time.

After a lengthy pause, the old man recollected himself, looked at the High Priest of the Black Ship, his eyes flashing with electric sparks, as if directly peering at the tattoo on the Black Ship Saint's back.

An ominous aura surfaced, yet he could sense the power within the Black Ship Saint was indeed suppressed to a docile state.

"This power, indeed, felt before.

He slew that evil creature, I am thus indebted.

Speak, who are you looking for?

I have the authority; Jixia Academy can assist in your search."

The High Priest of the Black Ship, bowing in gratitude, thought carefully; according to the Black Ship's records, this clan bears grudges but lacks records of repaying kindness with enmity.

"Actually, it's not a person we're seeking, it's a demon."

"A demon?" The old man suddenly grinned.

"That's even simpler; aside from the Demon Emperor, which demon do you seek?

Does it need to be dead or alive, just let me know.

But forget the Demon Emperor, with Jixia Academy's strength, capturing the Demon Emperor alive seems unlikely."

"This... we won't trouble you, senior; we'll handle it ourselves. We just want to find someone to relay a message, not to engage in violence."

The old man pondered, retrieved a Black Wood Token, and tossed it to the High Priest of the Black Ship.

"Alright, handle it as you see fit.

With this token, no one will bother you.

However, let me remind you.

Lately, the Demon Clan has become increasingly excessive, more lunatics among them.

Be careful not to perish."

The old man contemplated, gestured, and a halo gathered, forming a large mirror of light, self-suspended before the High Priest of the Black Ship.

"If you die here, wouldn't it appear that our Ji Clan is ungrateful? Discard it when you leave, the Heavenly Mirror will return on its own."

The old man, while speaking, also took out paper and pen, personally writing a letter with sincere words.

In it, he expressed the antecedents and consequences, and gratitude for slaying the White Sun Holy Mother.

"Deliver this letter on my behalf to that person.

Though slaying that evil creature White Sun bore no relation to our Ji Clan, they might be unaware of us.

Yet by doing so, they resolved a long-standing obsession for our Ji Clan.

Upon returning, I can share this good news with our ancestors."

The High Priest of the Black Ship received the letter with both hands, solemnly promising.

"Rest assured, senior, I shall personally deliver this letter to the lord."

"Before returning, come once to Jixia Academy."

The old man, leaving this final remark, turned, and vanished in an instant.

The High Priest of the Black Ship, holding the letter, glanced at the suspended Heavenly Mirror and the token, his expression somewhat dazed.

He had originally braced for being hunted down here.

After all, whether he was part of the Evil Cult was not for him to decide; it was for the people here to declare.

Yet who would have thought that it would unfold into such a fantastic beginning beyond his wildest dreams.

Now, even if they landed on this land, it's unlikely anyone would dare label the Black Ship Saint as part of the Evil Cult anymore.

Ultimately, it was the face of that lord that provided this advantageous situation.

The High Priest of the Black Ship put away the letter and token; with a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Mirror transformed into a stream of light, merging into his palm.

"Ha, truly a great fortune."