Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing looked towards the east, at the foundation of the Dao Court formed by the piled-up broken tentacles. The broken tentacles inside were almost completely digested in such a short time.

Only a surface layer of at most three feet of Green Soil remained in the east, and the supporting tentacles beneath were only three feet thick.

Meanwhile, the Black Land to the north had also shrunk a bit, and some Black Land seemed to have lost its color, its power.

Yu Ziqing couldn't do much with the Green Soil for the moment, but there was plenty of Black Soil.

All the stored Black Soil was thrown in at once, causing the Black Land to expand three to four times in range, with thickness rising to heights comparable to the central Loess Plateau.

Finally, when the Dao Court was once again stabilized, Yu Ziqing extended a hand, beckoning towards the center.

A stream of light, that brilliance felt like the rank of Deities, filled with a special divine charm.

The stream of light entered his body, and Yu Ziqing felt as if everything around him was receding.

No, not receding, it felt more like he was transcending, breaking free from some constraint.

He stood on a boundless torrent, that torrent seemed to contain everything, just a glimpse made his brain feel like it was about to burn away.

Just that one glance, and he fell back down again.

As if that brief glimpse was an illusion.

It was then that he felt an extreme sense of weakness. That stream of light transformed from a Divine Skill entered his body, and its brilliance no longer shone as brightly as it initially did, like ordinary Divine Skill light.

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, glanced at himself, and suddenly looked as thin as a bag of bones, like he was back in the Wilderness, on the verge of starvation.

This was a sign of severe Qi-Blood loss, excessive exhaustion.

His Yang God was also in a lethargic state, seemingly having consumed a lot, clinging to the Earth Deity Origin Stele, asleep with its eyes closed.

Yu Ziqing took out several bottles of Pills to eat as meals, replenishing the consumed energy and restoring his Qi-Blood and physical body.

As he recovered, he sensed that this time, it seemed almost none of the Divine Dynasty's power from Dadui was consumed, nearly everything came from his own cultivation.

Fortunately, he was still in a state of judgment with Ninth Tier strength; otherwise, he might not have withstood such consumption.

Since he began his cultivation, he seemed to have never encountered such intense consumption.

Once, there was significant consumption, but at that time he managed to maintain peak condition through Strange Techniques, without much feeling.

But this time was completely different.

When his recovery was almost complete, Yu Ziqing began to sense a new Divine Skill.

After Body Refinement and Refining God advanced, a Divine Skill was born together.

That fleeting glance did not appear again, and his senses returned to normal.

He felt the shadows of many things within the Divine Skill, the Body Refinement Dharma Methods he cultivated, several Refining God Dharma Methods for reference, even the shadow of White Sun Holy Scripture and the Dayan Preface.

Almost everything he had learned so far, he could find a shadow of it.

The Divine Skill needed no naming, it already had a name.

Bridge of Fairyland.

This could be considered the most unique among all of Yu Ziqing's Divine Skills, naturally possessing a name.

The most basic passive ability, from now on, his Refining God and Body Refinement would not hinder each other, using this Divine Skill as a medium.

Moreover, through this Divine Skill as a medium, he could, within a short period, use the power of Body Refinement to enhance Refining God, or use the power of Refining God to enhance Body Refinement.

Primarily for cultivation, it could also serve as a trump card for bursts of power.

Yu Ziqing estimated that with his foundation, if he exhausted the power of Body Refinement, within a short period, his Refining God Realm, based on his Eighth Tier, could ascend halfway up the Realm, directly reaching the Eighth-Tier Peak.

And this being a Divine Skill, means, even in a state of judgment, he could use it this way.

If a barely passing judgment score of sixty could only grant him Ninth Tier Peak power, this means he could simultaneously be at Ninth Tier Peak in Refining God and Body Refinement.

Then use this Divine Skill to have the power of Refining God or Body Refinement surpass this peak.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be tested now, as he was too depleted.

After carefully sensing for a long time, it seems this Divine Skill doesn't have any particularly special traits; if anything, it seems to possess some bridge-like ability.

But even so, it shouldn't consume so much.

Yu Ziqing recalled that fleeting glimpse, remembering only that moment but seemingly nothing more.

He rested for a day by the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, and after his form recovered somewhat, no longer looking like a hungry ghost, he went to dig out some newly produced Black Soil by the sea, replenishing his reserves.

Afterwards, he looked towards the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

"Line up one by one, no need to rush, take care of yourselves, stay calm, I'll be back soon."

He turned and left, glancing at the Fire Sea adjacent to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World. He stepped into the Fire Sea, stood for a long while, then pointed a finger at the ground.

Divine Skill, Bridge of Fairyland.

In an instant, the White Bone Divine Bridge appeared before him, stretching towards the Void.

The trace of Divine Light from the Divine Skill illuminated the White Bone Divine Bridge, and countless lanterns materialized on either side, lighting up the path forward.

Yu Ziqing stepped onto the White Bone Divine Bridge and walked towards the other side of the bridge.

In the Abyss, the White Bone Divine Bridge slowly faded away until it disappeared completely into the Void.

Unfortunately, at this moment, he was in the Fire Sea, unseen and unknown by anyone.