Master of Strange Dao

Back in the day, when those ancient demons were at their peak, they couldn't do much to him. So what could these little demons, who have just awakened their inheritance, possibly stir up?

But this time, it seems some extremely strong ancient demon's bloodline inheritance has awakened, and with such powerful force upon awakening.

Reflecting carefully, that sensation surely belongs to those troublesome fellows with powerful heirloom bloodlines, containing immense strength.

Then, a True Dragon, or rather a being possessing the power of the True Dragon, in order to protect this junior, immediately concealed it. However, due to the junior's overwhelming reaction during awakening, it accidentally left a trace.

Jiu Nian felt a bit uneasy, not because of the True Dragon's power, but because of the significance of the matter.

He wanted to contact the Heavenly Devil King, the Cliff Divine King, and others...

But just as he prepared to do so, he seemed to hear the frenzied laughter of the Mountain Lord echoing in his ears, as if seeing a pair of enormous tiger eyes, gazing at him with amusement and mockery.

Forget it...

Elsewhere, some Demon Clan practicing Devil Dao were calling out to him, so he might as well go there first, recover, and then consider other matters.

The Mountain Lord entered the Abyss and never appeared again, and such peace, such composure, made him especially uneasy.

...

Yang stood like a statue, four claws forming seals, maintaining a pose, motionless for months.

Suddenly, he moved his body, his bones cracking, he reverted to his human form, landing on the ground, a slight smile at his lips.

"Can't stay calm, can you? Just a few months, and now you've shown your black foot..."

On the magic platform, from that drop of Black Dragon Essence Blood, a unique divine aura emerged.

Trapped within that drop of essence blood was that trace of divine aura, blocked from all external influence, even its owner couldn't sense it.

When Jiu Nian spied the Black Dragon's shadow in the void, his mind was shaken, and at the moment he met the dragon's eyes, a trace of divine aura silently imprinted itself.

Yang made a great effort, using a drop of Black Dragon Essence Blood as a prison, shielding its sense, finally obtaining such a thing.

That drop of essence blood slowly transformed into a blood-colored treasure bead, landing in Yang's hand; this was the key treasure to finding King Jiunian.

Because now, finding King Jiunian is the most challenging task.

Finding a particular Demon in the first layer of the Abyss is akin to finding a special drop of seawater that looks no different in the ocean.

Once found, only then could the real work begin.

As for what to do, Dao Cultivators were adept at opening a topic of study and then tackling it.

Yang put away the magic platform, holding the treasure bead, watching the smoke inside gently swirling, slowly rolling in a certain direction.

He smiled slightly, took out a small booklet he always carried, and opened it; inside, there were various topics of study.

On the latest page, he wrote a new major topic.

"Destroy the Devil King."

The first minor topic.

"Maintain its Devil body, capture it alive."

Putting away the booklet, Yang took steps towards the Abyssal Rift.

His aura was calm, almost non-existent, walking leisurely, like an apparition, vanishing in a flash, like an illusion.

He didn't conceal his tracks, entering the Abyssal Rift without anyone from Dali noticing him, even those hungry ghosts missed him.

Only the Deceitful Ghost, who came to trade at the Abyssal Rift, seemed to hear something, but upon careful listening, it seemed like nothing at all.

Yang proceeded to the Abyss, glanced at the treasure bead, and the once calmly swirling smoke suddenly became active, rolling slowly in one direction.

It was like manifested magnetic field lines.

Seeing this, Yang knew that Jiu Nian must be in the first layer of the Abyss, and he had also confirmed the direction.

The critical part was next.

Find Jiu Nian, whose strength had surely not recovered much, ensuring his Devil body wasn't destroyed, sealing off his chance to abandon his physical form, turning his body into a cage.

Then, capture him alive, and only then slowly study how to completely obliterate him.

He already had about ten plans on hand regarding this, all meticulously deduced with Chu Ye.

Various magical treasures, talismans, array bases, and artifacts were well-prepared.

Yang followed the guidance, heading in that direction, his aura became ever more calm, with not a hint of killing intent, instead becoming more devout and focused.

Just like when he was researching an important major topic.

In this state, even if he personally dissected the target, it was called an anatomy.

Not a trace of malice or killing intent.

...

Jiu Nian had been increasingly uneasy recently, urging the Devil Dao Demon on the Immovable Continent to intensify the blood sacrifices and quickly open a new Abyssal Rift.

On the Immovable Continent, outside the Immovable Immortal Dynasty, there was increasing turmoil, and internal conflict in the Demon Clan was becoming more bloody and brutal.

In this process, many Demon Clan members disappeared, only adding more to past grievances, with no one thinking anything was amiss.

Because the One-eyed Wolf Demon wasn't the only one exploiting chaos; there were other messy entities involved, as well as certain people from the Immovable Immortal Dynasty.

With a large number of blood sacrifices, the rifts on the blood-soaked altar grew deeper, and more Demonic Qi gushed forth from them.

Finally, after consuming countless lives, an Abyssal Rift, forcefully opened with blood and flesh, emerged.

In the Abyss, Jiu Nian watched as an Abyssal Rift appeared before him; this time, without any hesitation, he jumped straight in.

Recently, he had been even more uneasy.

And that unease was different from the one he felt when thinking of the Mountain Lord.

He seemed to sense someone watching him, yet it felt like an illusion, for when he tried to carefully sense, there was nothing to sense.

Jiu Nian disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, Yang, who was on the road, also suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The smoke inside the vigorously rolling treasure bead abruptly calmed, reverting to its original state, quietly swirling inside, rolling aimlessly.

This indicated that Jiu Nian was no longer in the Abyss.

Two weeks later, Yang followed the previous guidance and entered the Nu River. He hadn't searched long before he found that Abyssal Rift.

Walking into it, rather than rushing to the other side, he quietly sensed for several days, and then his expression suddenly became curious.

"This aura... is it the Black Ship High Priest? Wasn't he supposed to have gone to the other side of the deep sea?"

And in an instant, Yang understood.

No wonder he had been wondering how Jiu Nian dared to cross the Abyssal Rift into the present world, where he got such courage.

Now he completely understood that Jiu Nian's retreat was to the other side of the deep sea, never intending to come this way at all.