Master of Strange Dao

"Your Excellency..."

Crack...

The golden iron feathers on the Golden Eagle's head shattered completely, skin tearing apart, directly revealing the eagle's skull, which was covered with dense, web-like cracks spreading out from the center point of Yang.

The bizarre flames burning on Yang's horns crackled as he drooped his eyelids, saying nothing more.

The White Ape's expression darkened, waved his staff, and the Mountain Pushing Beast in the distance, along with the large number of the Demon Clan, retreated.

The White Ape said nothing, turned around with the group of demons, and left.

Once the group of demons disappeared, Yang glanced down at the Golden Eagle.

"What you've learned is disorganized and sloppy, a complete waste of your trace of True Phoenix grace.

Given your level, focusing on body movement and speed is your limit from now on, forget about everything else.

Otherwise, next time you encounter someone, you won't be so lucky."

Hearing this, the Golden Eagle immediately stopped struggling, a trace of panic still in its eyes.

The True Phoenix bloodline had long ceased to exist; he didn't carry the True Phoenix bloodline, just a remnant of its grace, which was enough for him to become a Great Demon.

This was his greatest secret, never told to anyone, yet today someone had seen through it at a glance.

Flames rose beneath Yang's feet as he drifted toward the Black Ship Saints.

The Golden Eagle remained prone on the ground, not daring to make any move.

At this moment, he understood Yang was actually advising him, calming himself, recalling everything that had happened earlier, increasingly realizing that the series of actions Yang used to bring him down from the sky seemed to be all guidance.

Reflecting on each move now, if he learned how to evade, he would surely rise to a higher level.

The Golden Eagle rolled over and transformed into a young man with long, keen eyes and a hooked nose, the top of his head bald, exposing his skull. He bowed deeply towards Yang's departing figure.

He did not care what Yang intended to do, nor did he concern himself with those from Jixia Academy. To receive direct and insightful guidance, seeing through to his bloodline, was something he had never encountered among the Demon Clan.

After the salute, the Golden Eagle transformed into a streak of golden light and vanished into the horizon.

Yang flew into the sky, glancing sideways at the Black Ship High Priest.

"Follow me."

The Black Ship High Priest, looking at this unfamiliar Great Demon, didn't know what to do, realizing the power the demon had just displayed was strong.

Yang shifted, returning to human form.

"Let's find a safe place first and talk slowly."

The Black Ship High Priest was startled; it was actually Yang.

How did Yang come to be here?

After leaving the chaotic place and finding a safe area, the Black Ship High Priest couldn't hold back.

"Senior, how did you get here?"

"There's a large project to do, tracking certain materials for it, I came through the Abyssal Rift."

"Tell me what's been happening here, and if you've noticed anything unusual." "

"That will be a long story..."

...

The Golden Eagle returned to the group. Besides looking a bit battered, it was just a minor external injury.

When the White Ape inquired, the Golden Eagle simply mentioned that the strange Black Mountain Sheep Great Demon didn't trouble him, kept his word, and let him go.

"Report back to the Demon Emperor; things are getting more chaotic.

Now there's an unknown Great Demon appearing.

That Great Demon's aura was too peculiar and overwhelming, seemingly even stronger than the Demon Emperor's aura.

Plus, there's that even stranger Devil.

And those humans with a heavy ominous aura who aren't losing sanity.

Something major is about to happen."

The White Ape sighed, losing interest in holding Yang accountable for coercion.

The Golden Eagle followed behind, his mind filled with Yang's words, repeatedly pondering how he should have evaded Yang if given another chance.

Despite clearly being slower, Yang could easily step on his head; no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find a way to dodge.

...

Days later, after gathering substantial intelligence from the Black Ship Saints, Yang roughly understood the situation.

With closed eyes, he entered the Seventh Floor ring to summon Yu Ziqing.

A moment later, Yu Ziqing casually walked up the stairs.

"Oh, it's rare for you to notice me, what's the matter?"

"I've reached the other side of the deep sea."

"Uh..." Yu Ziqing was startled: "What happened?"

"Doing a big project. While chasing Jiu Nian, I came through the Abyssal Rift."

"There's an Abyssal Rift there too?"

"From what I know, there shouldn't be large Abyssal Rifts here; we've never seen a significant demon manifestation, and as for small Abyssal Rifts, that's unclear."

Realizing this, Yu Ziqing reacted suddenly.

"You went after Jiu Nian?"

"Made a Magical Treasure, can track him. If I don't deal with him before he recovers, should I wait for New Year?"

"..."

Yu Ziqing was speechless.

"Why didn't you tell me about this."

"Besides starting projects, what else can you do?

Do you take Jiu Nian for a fool or with amnesia?

Can he forget how Cha Wang died?

If he senses you nearby, he'll hide immediately."

Yu Ziqing was momentarily left without a retort; he hadn't been aimlessly seeking the Heavenly Devil King and King Jiunian lately because of this.

These two, sensing him nearby, would likely never reveal themselves.

Add to that the Mountain Lord returning to the Abyss, these two probably wouldn't be bold there either.

"Send me the coordinates, so if there's any problem, I can bring people over."