Master of Strange Dao

When Yu Ziqing's thoughts arose and began deducing, a large amount of known information and all the experiences he had been through surfaced in his mind, rendering his thoughts clear and seemingly organizing chaotic memories.

He did not know what the fellow sleeping in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World had in mind.

However, judging from the expected outcome, it could only be a matter of revival and return.

Yu Ziqing calculated the time and suddenly had an idea; he needed to make arrangements.

Since All Gods intended to return together within a certain time, using all their might like lions fighting rabbits—

Then why can't he arrange for them to be like the Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa?

As this thought arose, Yu Ziqing couldn't help but rub his hands and laughed aloud.

After all, the method needed to annihilate each of the All Gods might be different, pure force certainly won't work.

Yu Ziqing felt he needed to adjust the pace; when saving those bastards in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, he couldn't be too fast, as it might fall into the rhythm of the sleeping fellow there and couldn't be too slow, as he might lose the members of the Twenty-four Solar Terms.

Yu Ziqing looked around at the environment; since he was back in Jiachen City, he decided to visit the Yang-destroying Devil.

The incense fire of the small temple was not abundant, somewhat quiet.

Since it wasn't the head-chopping season recently, indeed not many came to worship.

And at this time, there were at least half as many pedestrians as during the head-chopping season.

Yu Ziqing secretly shook his head; even head-chopping could create peak and off tourism seasons.

Those cultivators and merchants were understandable, but strangely, many ordinary people were keen on watching the beheadings.

Since the last time someone attempted using Evil Skill to hijack prisoners, enraging and rousing the Yang-destroying Devil, this place practically became a popular tourist destination.

Especially during the head-chopping season, both the small business owners and local suppliers' mouths would smile crookedly.

Other Divine Dynasty business people coming to Dadui, their first stop must be Jiachen City.

Yu Ziqing was a bit speechless; Dadui's first long-term popular place was actually because of beheadings.

Yu Ziqing entered the small temple, where a thick incense fire lingered; the Yang-destroying Devil wouldn't usually absorb or use it.

The only time he activated these forces was when someone affected his view on beheadings, making it impossible for him to appreciate crossing life and death at that fleeting moment, the indescribable beauty of the extreme Tao.

Yu Ziqing felt the atmosphere in the courtyard before entering the main hall of the small temple, where the Yang-destroying Devil's plaque was covered with a blood-soaked red cloth.

The Yang-destroying Devil sensed Yu Ziqing's entrance, yet completely ignored him; the small temple was as quiet as death.

Yu Ziqing also sensed the atmosphere seemed a bit off.

"The head-chopping season is approaching this year, why are you so silent?"

"You broke your promise."

"Hmm?"

"You did not keep your word to me."

"What?"

"You are faithless."

The Yang-destroying Devil echoed like a possessed repeater; the bitterness pungent.

"Hold on, what's the matter? When did I break my promise to you?"

The Yang-destroying Devil was silent for quite a while, filled with more bitterness.

"You promised me, to let me witness All Gods stepping into true death.

Though Cha Wang's power is not among the strongest of All Gods, his wisdom is far superior to others.

His death process, undoubtedly an unparalleled, mysterious beauty.

It would be the utmost closest to death.

I missed this unique opportunity.

In your human language, I died with unfulfilled wishes.

Died with unfulfilled wishes.

You promised me; you broke your promise."

The Yang-destroying Devil was not roaring, rather his voice was getting lower.

Yu Ziqing already sensed an immersed low, yet non-aggressive bitterness surrounding.

He merely felt it, and it seems his entire persona started to become morose.

Yu Ziqing was a bit embarrassed, somewhat recalling he casually mentioned such words before.

But during dealing with Cha Wang, he genuinely forgot about it.

Yu Ziqing could imagine, with the Yang-destroying Devil's sole obsession now, missing witnessing Cha Wang's obliteration process—it truly was dying with unfulfilled wishes.

If the Yang-destroying Devil stirred trouble, he might slap him fiercely.

But the Yang-destroying Devil neither fussed nor quarrelled, his whole being immensely defeated, just squatted in a corner, isolated in silence; seeing him, only mumbling about broken trust.

Then Yu Ziqing indeed felt embarrassed.

This won't do; his Golden Body must remain intact.

"Last time was unexpected, a sudden situation, I couldn't help it, actually...

Forget it, truth be told, I did forget, that's my fault.

You see, here's the thing—I have become quite the enemy of some individuals.

Regarding others, I am not sure, but I certainly need to kill them all.

If they emerge, they'll undoubtedly aim to kill me.

Next time, and the time after, I'll certainly bring you along, absolutely let you personally witness.

Now Cha Wang is gone, I can't pull him back."

Yu Ziqing spoke sincerely, not because of the Yang-destroying Devil, but concerning the issue of trust.

Anyway, in the next few hundred years, a show of death battle would inevitably be unavoidable.

A death battle where it's either you or me.

Despite having spoken so, the Yang-destroying Devil remained silent, surrounded by an even deeper and defeated bitterness.

"Or else this.

Lately, the Black Ship Saint of the deep sea has been helping me with some tasks.

Then the deep sea became somewhat strange, refusing peaceful offers, ungrateful.